Chapter 563:

"Walk with--! But, of course, if that is his wish!"
They left the village silently and walked towards the end of the island, where Li Huai emerged from the underworld.
The island is not big. On both sides are low hills, only small hills, white crystals, men and women harvest strange grains in every depression. Between the two mountains is a flat green field, extending about three miles away.
When the lead was driving along the road that split the green slab in half, there was no attempt to speak. The other workers were there, acknowledging their smiles and salutes of worship. He doesn't want to talk now. He wanted to find a place where he and Loa could live alone. He must tell her too much. He must try to make her understand. After that, perhaps with her help, he can find some way to help his tortured person-he can even do it with one hand.
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At this point, the field is over, and from there it has been pointing to flashing white. Li Badi remembered it clearly. So now, when he discovered that this was a hot spot, he stared in surprise. The entire width of the valley is covered with bright carpets covered with flowers. In the days since his arrival, vines in full bloom have sprung up like bamboo shoots, and weave thick vegetation.
He wants to stick to it. There they will be alone. But he opposed it when he started to enter the red zone.
"No!" She called the police quickly. "We cannot cross. It is the place of death. We will go around it along the hill."
Think: "The day before, when it was pure white salt, we passed it."
"But now the flowers have come. Even now it may be safe, but when they die, nothing can live through here."
Loa could not give a reason. Dean learned from the information collected that some gas may be formed by decaying vegetation. Maybe it is combined with sparkling white shale. But compared with his own problems, all of this has no effect. He did not argue about this issue, but followed Roja's leadership.
"Where is the shell?" he asked, when they finally stood near the opening of the large shaft where the air was pouring in. "Where is the machine we came here? I want to see it-maybe I can use it later.
"The pseudonym-shell, as you call it, is safely locked in a large room at Gore's house. Not everyone knows its purpose; careless hands must be kept away."
Li Huai put this idea aside. The hand he held brought her to the shore for a distance. Except for a rocky crystal piled up in fragments, the sound of the rushing air disappeared. Only the shimmering emerald waves whispered softly on the distant shore. In that quiet place, under the shining of the central sunlight, Li Huai told herself and the outside world. He told her about his work, what happened, how he became one of millions of men and women who liked but did not resemble "Sons of Light". Finally he knew she understood.
He spoke softly, even though he knew no one else was listening. Roja was already sitting on a white block in front of him. She stood up. Her eyes are troubled. He vaguely felt an emotional conflict behind them.
She said: "I have to think." "I will walk alone for a while; then I will return."
Reach out. "You are a good sport," he said hoarsely. Then he felt the hand trembling. As if it was an electric current, his own body responded.
Shaking all over, his composure made him deserted. He can't figure it out. He only knew that that terrible loneliness had disappeared somehow. He only used willpower to prevent his arm from reaching the shining figure. Instead, he raised her hand to his lips.
She quickly withdrew it. She said: "No, our wise men are wrong. Over the years, they have listened to this mountain; they wrote down what the mountain said. Slowly, they learned what they mean. They said, one is for you Symbol of love. They were misunderstood like me. Now I will walk alone for a while."
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Orson let go of her. She hardly seemed to go anywhere. Her eyes are depressed. She moved slowly around the sheltered rock, toward the flat ground and the squalls of the shaft.
His own thoughts were fleeting, and he was too excited to think clearly. "Symbol of love!" Then back to the cave world, she pressed her lips to his hand. Then they came here, he had become a god, and this person would never have impersonal feelings like a humble person like her.
The rising stream of happiness within him was suddenly frozen and turned into something that filled his blood vessels with ice. Because, from the crystal barrier beyond the line of sight, her voice made a terrifying cry. Then, "The Dean!" she called. "!" But by then, Li Huai madly threw himself at the rock barricade.
Just like when the photosensitive plate opened the camera shutter, in less than a second, Li Badi's brain was left with the mark of every detail. The black mouth of the shaft, and the sparkling metal luster on the rock next to it-a flamethrower! Loa squatted outside the pit, half squatting, her slender figure as tight as it was during a flight inspection. She kept running towards him to warn him. Between her and Shao Jing, his back is facing Li Bad, he is an evil character, and one of them is a celebrity! He bent over the girl with a weird and sharp head. His arms stretched out, and his long fingers were like claws.
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I don't know when he named the girl. But he knew the moment he finished, and knew it was a mistake. He should have crawled quietly and grabbed the weapon—now his feet were torn frantically on the white rock floor, racing against the glowing tools of death. The red figure whizzed past him, leaped forward, and received the same reward.
The paw's hand is first placed on the flamethrower. Seeing the red body straighten, seeing the weapon swinging, shining in the air, swinging up and down. The green fire emitted a straight line from its tip.
He jumped under the falling flames and felt the nozzle of the projector fall on his right shoulder, and the green flame stretched out harmlessly from his back. Last spring, he threw his body at the red monster. Both of them lost their balance for a moment, and then Li Huai grabbed himself and swayed to the left. He put himself in for less than a second and felt the first movement of the curved neck tube, which meant that the green flame was drawn back where he could reach him. Then his fist fell into the yielding jaw.
He stood five feet from the edge of the almost bottomless shaft, teetering in the rapids. He knew that the ugly red figure had fallen sideways, the weapon had fallen, the explosion sounded upward in a vertical hiss, and then the man and the weapon fell silently into the pit.
Except for the girl, he stayed alone, her eyes rushing towards him in horror, shaking tightly, while she muttered incomprehensibly charming with her tongue, his names mixed together: ", dear My own-holy!
But sons! Dean Lee’s Dean was terrified: The only one has now found a way out.
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