Chapter 972: Tower of Greed (20)

"There is no such thing as nothing, and there is no such thing as a regret medicine in this world." Leng Yetong raised her eyebrow and smiled slightly. "Well, now let's take a look at what kind of drama will come together. Happen, I admire the expression you just made, it looks really happy. "
"Hum, girl, don't say too much, not everyone is so lucky, and not everyone can easily overcome the greed in our hearts, let's go and see!" Jiuli tribe chief snorted, indignantly Talking.
Leng Yetong raised an eyebrow with a small smile, "Very good, so let's just walk around and see who is the final winner." The two were deadlocked and said nothing for a long time.
Despair, despair, or despair, he is surrounded by despair, all he wants to have is away from him, the tenderness he wants to have, the affection he wants to have, the love he wants to have, all are far away from him Go, none of these belong to him, it is only this deeply desperate.
Luo Yan was in the darkness, and he went forward aimlessly. He didn't know where he should go or where he wanted to go, aimlessly, but just kept on moving forward, moving forward and moving forward, he had been Walking around, there was nothing around, no one, nothing, this is a dark space with only his own left, so suffocating.
He stopped, took a deep breath, looked up at the black sky, and smiled bitterly. That's it. He has been alone for a long time. No one has ever cared about him, and never Who cares about him, he has always been one person, one person walks, one person stops, one person lives, one person bears everything.
The intimate interaction between Luo Yan and Luo Yan emerged in his mind, and the sweet scene of Beichen Moxuan and Murong Xing'er, his smile became even more desolate, all of which belonged to him. From the beginning, from the beginning, Destined not to belong to him. He had it for a short time, and felt that it was eternal, and then he was always hurt.
His smile became more far-fetched, and each smile contained deep despair and grief. He began to doubt the reason for his existence, and he began to wonder if his existence was meaningless from the beginning, or his existence. Just to set off the happiness of others, nothing more.
He was holding his head in both hands, his expression was extremely painful, and he squatted down, not knowing when his face was covered with tears. He had always suppressed himself like this, and all things were undertaken by himself. Some people said that he was strong and indestructible. , But who knows that he is only because no one can rely on it.
"Perhaps this is the best place for me. It has been sinking in it. Anyway, no one really needs me." He put down his hands and raised his head slightly, and those blue eyes had been lost. Glorious, a ridiculous smile on his lips, said to himself, "Just like this, maybe I'm gone, it's better. Maybe I'm gone, everything will be more beautiful."
"Don't say that, there are still many people who need you in this world." The familiar voice sounded in the ear, Luo Yan stood up, turned his body left and right, looking for the source of the sound.