klisemfg Chapter 152 The Girl in Memories
Chapter 152 The Girl in Memories
Tears gradually blurred her vision, but she couldn't cry. She was in so much pain that she couldn't even breathe, and it was accompanied by every beat of her heart.
She felt like she was about to faint. Right in front of her was the Luofu battlefield outside Linyuan.
"Beast! Beast!" Xing knelt down on the bumpy ground and beat the soft soil hard. His tears were like a dam pouring down thousands of miles, and they fell on the soil and broke into several pieces.
Even Ao Shuang, who was cold-hearted, couldn't bear to see Xing's tears streaming down her face.
As a nameless guest of the Star Dome Train, it stands to reason that even if the Immortal Boat falls from the sea of stars, she should not have such violent emotions, even falling to her knees and crying bitterly, as if the Immortal Boat is her hometown.
After all, the nameless passengers who were pioneering their destiny traveled the universe with the train and witnessed countless civilizations from prosperity to destruction. So in front of Luofu after the war, she felt that these unknown passengers should have become accustomed to it.
"Nameless...Xing...you don't have to be too sad." Ao Shuang walked behind Xing and hesitated for a while, then reached out and patted Xing's back gently, "This is war, whether it is for Xianzhou or Or your family, these are inevitable casualties, so you don’t have to be too sad.”
"What a fucking beast! I am sworn in with the harvest!" Xing's heart ached, and tears and snot flowed from his eyes as he cried, "That's what I worked so hard for with my life...it's all gone...it's all gone." .There is not a single one left.. Are these fools’ accuracy controlled by a blind man?”
Jiang Fan squinted his eyes and looked up and down at Xing. He simply felt that this guy was too embarrassing, so he kicked her on the butt and casually said as he passed by that the discarded trash cans would be subsidized by the Vigilant Mind Clan.
Xing's tears stopped in an instant. She stood up and calmly patted the footprints behind her coat. She followed Jiang Fan with a smile, like a personal eunuch beside an ancient emperor.
She kept raising her thumbs up and lamenting that this kick showed off the demeanor of the Dragon Lord, the aura of the Vidyadhara clan, and the foundation of a strong person. After hearing this, March 7 almost threw his bow and arrow at such a bitch like her. face.
I don’t know when it started or who influenced me. March Qi felt that Xing’s character was getting more and more off-kilter.
When she first met at the Black Tower Space Station, she felt that she was a bit aloof and seemed quite reliable. Especially when she stepped forward, she felt that the person in front of her was extremely reliable and a good friend who could be trusted with her back.
When she stepped on the train, she felt like a junior who was ignorant about everything. She was the only best friend on the train who could have long conversations with her, and could also imagine her 372nd life experience with her.
After setting foot on Belloberg, she suddenly felt that her star had changed. She looked like a repeater, an internet joker, and a scornful funny woman.
He is especially interested in trash cans and so-called shiny things. Like Sai Xiaoxi's father in Saier, he is particularly interested in those junks.
But as time went by, the star at this time was completely transformed.
The previous aloofness and reliability were gone, and his mind seemed to be filled with all kinds of Internet memes. The speed of his change of attitude often depended on the chips Jiang Fan or Heita paid.
The front foot is still showing a heroic posture that is not willing to give up for five buckets of rice. The next second, he becomes a wise man who understands current affairs.
If it was Dan Heng, the possibility was slim. If it was Miss Himeko, she really didn't think Miss Himeko had any shortcomings except that coffee was hard to describe.
It could be said that it was Uncle Yang, but Uncle Yang's experience of saving the planet did not seem like a person with that kind of personality, and it was even less possible for her. She felt that the only thing she could infect Xing was her own wisdom, which was both brilliant and foolish.
After thinking about it, she felt that it could only be Jiang Fan, but Jiang Fan was also stable on weekdays, and his life history was more like being stuck with the protagonist template: some great guardian, some scientist, and now some immortal star. God, I really didn’t see that kind of pretentiousness.
If Xing's pretentious words came out of Jiang Fan's mouth, it would sound awesome, but when Xing said it, he would sound pretentious, which is really incredible.
At this point, she could only lament that Xing was affected by the star core in her body. The power consumption of the star core was too powerful, causing Xing's CPU to reach its load limit, so it seemed that Xing's current appearance was not surprising.
They walked straight forward along the main road outside the Linyuan Realm Cave. A week ago, this road was paved with a long red carpet. Every street lamp and shop was hung with festive lanterns and welcome banners. The banner of Heng Siming coming to Xianzhou, and the streets were crowded with people on both sides. When I breathed, I felt like I was breathing the fresh breath of the people around me, and the sound of firecrackers and fireworks were rushing to explode.
But now this street seems a bit deserted, with only scattered cloud cavalry troops running past in a hurry.
The white textured bricks were also blasted into cracks one after another. The roaring battleships passed by at high speed from above, leaving only the blurred red tail lights. Even the water in the lotus pond looked like light blood. Strange-looking corpses lay scattered on the ground.
"Those are the remnants who believe in abundance. There are Bu Liren, WingMakers, and countless poor people in the universe who believe in longevity and plague. They think that the power of abundance can grant them endless life and endless bodies. But in the end, they became madmen dominated by emotions and instincts. They were the same as the immortal boat immortals thousands of years ago." Ao Shuang nodded slightly to the passing Yunqi and explained aloud.
"But if that's the case, why don't they believe in Jiang Fan?" March 7 rubbed his hands and timidly looked at the corpses on the ground.
"Miss Ao Shuang once said that Fengfeng is just a thief who stole Jiang Fan's power. Since the Ming Dynasty can rely on eggs from the ancient sea to achieve immortality, why don't they believe in immortality? They can get a thousand dollars surely. Wanhe risked his life to get a check of 100 million for decades. Any fool would make a choice."
"Beliefs that have lasted for thousands of years cannot be changed overnight. Moreover, the Vidyadhara clan itself is the descendant of the first generation of dragon ancestors. They have immortal power in their bones. But those who pursue eternal life in the universe, But there is no time to waste energy on embarking on the path to immortality. Simple and easy-to-obtain abundant blessings are the most convenient way."
March 7 said "oh" and stopped talking. Instead, he raised the collar of his coat and looked at the streets and alleys of Luofu without blinking.
She didn't know why, but she felt that the mountain of corpses and sea of blood in front of her didn't seem so scary anymore. As she looked at it, she suddenly felt a little sad, as if a chord in her heart had been plucked.
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The war between Luofu and Fengshou came to an end, and all departments in the entire Immortal Boat were operating at high speed. The doctors who had been rescued from Dan Dingsi were moving around every Yunqi Army camp.
Bai Lu, who is famous for his wonderful rejuvenation and superb medical skills, is also running around on the fairy boat, swinging his tail back and forth in the martial arts arena of Taibosi and Xingtian. Even Qingque, who has always loved fishing, is unusually diligent. He can see the talisman. Xuanzhi nodded.
Jiang Fan dragged his tired legs and closed the door from the black tower's room, turned around and left, walking towards the depths of the courtyard of the Mingchichi Clan's mansion.
The older generation often talked about three women and one drama. He used to think it was exaggerated, but now he just feels that his ancestor is really sincere and has rich practical experience.
Just coaxing the two kitchen killers to temporarily stop their firepower was enough to make him tired. Turning around, there was Heita, the jealous jar that exploded at any moment, and Jingliu, the executioner who silently sharpened his knife.
God knows how he left the room between the two of them. His mouth was almost worn out, and even his spirit was muddled, as if he was being held up by two people on the left and right, and pulled on plasticine.
Jiang Fan sighed deeply and pushed open the wooden door of the room. He was suddenly stunned and felt a cold air rushing up from Tianling Gai.
The lacquered red wooden door slowly closed, and what came to my face was not the delicious sandalwood, but a familiar smell from my memory. The girl in Xianzhou robe stood behind the mahogany round table, tilting her head and looking at Jiang Fan gently patted the round table with his furry tail, like a well-behaved kitten waiting for its parents to come back, but Jiang Fan felt incredible.
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Fu Xuan is about to come out, but I still leave my vote to Jing Liu’s wife