Nirvana is the stone on the ring when Sheng Lingyuan first saw Xuan Yuan.
The stone had a long life, broken and knotted, knotted and broken, recurring, 36 tis.
The mory of three thousand years is like an open book, and even if you glance at it, you can't read it for a while. For Sheng Lingyuan, he can only glimpse the tone of the paper between the "book pages" that are quickly turning-
Nirvana is a stone, the tone is cheerful, and travels the world without any intention.
Nirvana is broken, the tone is dark, and it is worse than once.
Happiness is the sa, but pain is the sum of life.
Sheng Lingyuan forgot his words for a while, and it was difficult for Xuan Yuan to read only the words from his turbulent thoughts. With that little blood, he felt overwheld and almost ran away.
"It's over," Xuanyuan thought. "It's too much."
If he replaced him, he felt like he might have run away.
Three thousand years have been able to survive the vicissitudes of the sea several tis, and the later soil can not remain indifferent. Such a heavy love and hatred and clutch are deeper than the mountains and the sea. How can one bear?
"Lingyuan," he then stepped back, trying to stop the empathy, "don't watch."
But it ’s not that easy, because they are no longer a human sword, and the sympathy built up by blood is “passive”. When they start and when they disappear, they are not under their control. Most of the senses ca n’t be like As before, it can be shared directly, so it is not so convenient.
Xuan Ye could only try his best to suppress the mories that had just been brought back below the consciousness, whitewash the ground, and he tried to focus on rembering the human life of this life.
Because in this life, the world is extrely interesting and dazzling, and there are more new things to be exposed to every day than in the past 100 years. He began to use the massive information to interfere with old mories-the dormitories of university boys in stinky socks, gas, sports fields, three days of five popular Weibo headlines, eating and drinking ...
Sheng Lingyuan suddenly said, "How is Nirvana broken?"
The world of thousands is like a bubble, broken by him.
Xuan Yuan's thoughts were imdiately disturbed by his words, and the tragic Nirvana was once again in front of Sheng Lingyuan.
Nirvana is fragile, and its causes are strange. Because part of the mory is hidden, there must be incoherent and unsustainable places, sotis touching the scene without reason, and he forgets things, and the love is still there, and it ’s easy for nirvana to be washed away by too strong emotions. Shattered.
Sotis he was tired of playing in the world himself, and couldn't figure out how to roll in such a lively ten feet of red dust. How could he be born with loneliness, so he was curious to investigate.
More often, he caught up with the war again, he was forced to quell the abyss that was about to move, and he was unable to maintain the skills on Nirvana.
Sheng Lingyuan read it one by one, with a heart that was harder than when he jumped into Abyss.
"Enough!" Xuan Xun opened his wings fiercely, and the only thing his Majesty did not learn in his life was not to take advantage of the situation, but to escape ... no matter how scared or unbearable he was.
Xuan Yuan had to flee for him and let him be quiet.
There must be a limit to the distance that can be shared by that little blood. The signal of this gadget can never be stronger than China Mobile.
However, as soon as this idea ca up, he was imdiately captured by Sheng Lingyuan. His wings did not have ti to unfold, and a large mass of black mist suddenly rose on the ground. Nurous filants grew out of the black mist, cobweb-like, entangled him firmly. Wings, forcibly dragged him down.
At the sa ti, Sheng Lingyuan clasped his chest, as if trying to dig out his heart and throw it away. Then, thin blood dripped from the corner of his trembling mouth.
Xuan Yuan jumped the flas on his wings and broke away from the dark mist: "Lingyuan, you ..."
Sheng Lingyuan's voice was like a cracked iron piece with years of rust.
"Why aren't you prosperous? You're prosperous ... keke ..." He laughed lowly and choked again. "Dan Li ... Dan Liming knew the secret of rebirth and kept concealing it to death, you You still believe him ... you still ... "
In fact, the naive and naive sword spirit of the year was really confused, but after many years, the demon's ntal maturity was too late, and thousands of years were enough for him to grow up.
If Xuan Yuan was right, to fight the Abyss Fire, he might have asked him to be a true Suzaku descendant. Lingyuan is a half-breed, and his blood is too thin.
After 20 years of lee, how many races are there on the mainland? countless. Really doing "blood cleansing
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