: 3003 Luo Yunxiao: a touch of warmth in the endless desolation (3)

The pair of scorpions that once shined more than the stars, at this time, the gloom is like a gray.
The cracked lips are slightly tilted and a shallow smile.
The eyebrows are like snow, and Lang Yan is absolutely unique, but the smile is like that.
He was hated by his parents and rejected by the world, such as enchanting, like a monster, singularly, and alone.
But he clearly did not do anything, but he must bear the deepest darkness in the world.
He doesn't even know what he is?
Is it a person, a demon, a demon, or a monster that does not melt into the world?
Luo Yun潇 closed his eyes, and his throat was low, like a sleepy, hoarse, desolation.
But in the middle of it, he seemed to hear a distant and torn voice, lingering over his ear.
"If you are united with me and you are thinking about it, then... then lend your strength to me temporarily..."
"The deity... I, I don't want to destroy the world, don't retaliate against humanity, I... don't want anything..."
"I just want to hold this woman in front of me!"
Hold this woman?
Which woman?
Luo Yun opened his eyes.
There was a vague figure in front of him.
The gods are broken, and the blood-stained long skirts seem to dissipate between heaven and earth whenever and wherever.
In the vague figure, Koloyun saw a glimmer of light.
The only devout faith in his life, the desire to guard the light.
The cracked lips slowly open and close, such as swearing and swearing, but it seems to be the rest of the life, and then let go of the grief: "Well, I... lend... you..."
As long as you can hold her!
Well, at least, his dirty and decaying life still has a trace of value.
At least, he was abandoned by the world, and no regrets.
Hey, knowing the sea, the eleven sacred swords trembled fiercely, as if they were echoing something.
The energy in the body is lost like a spring, dissipating, and a little bit of taking away his weak vitality.
Luo Yunqi slowly closed his eyes.
Boom--!
Boom--!
Boom--!
The bell sounded at this time.
The huge silver moon rises into the night sky, and nine stars shine.
The white rain of rain fell from the air, wet his skin, immersed in his bones, and penetrated his soul little by little.
Luo Yun opened his eyes and looked at the bright moon in the sky.
The burning wound on the back gradually healed.
The pain of the body leaves silently.
Lost vitality does not know when he has returned to him, giving him hope and belief to live.
The melodious music sings softly in the ear, just like the voice of the girl Qingyue sounds over and over again.
No, not just a voice, there are many voices.
- "Little Master, the body is your own. Even if no one cares, you must care. Because if you even take yourself seriously, and abandon your seven passions, then there will be no one in the world." I really care about you."
- "May we have a long night in this life, and we will live forever!"
- "What is your true identity? Is there a strong enemy? Is there any past? These, we don't care. We only know that you are the uncle of all of us, we are at the door." One part."
- "We can't wait to tell the whole world, you are the ones who are at our door, and we are the little uncles of our seven children."
Luo Yunqi suddenly closed his eyes, the rain fell on his face and slipped down his mouth.