MTL - Legend of Fu Yao-v5 Chapter 16 The pain of truth (2)

It’s good to turn into stinky wood, turn it into dust, turn it into wood, and turn it into air. Why not be her own.

The snake, silently wandering and wandering... In the darkness, she burst into tears and slammed the door panel with her head - you promised me to come back to me, you promised! Why don't you come back? Why not come back? !

... pale, slender fingers, slowly crawling slowly, the snake suddenly climbed onto her body, and then moved away...

The **** seems to enjoy this kind of process of seeking an escape, as if it is a rare and fun game in the life of a boring **** - a most inferior **** who is not male or female, can also manipulate the will of others, and ……body.

In the face of a younger child who is weaker and powerless than himself, he has recovered the power that has long since been lost.

That was really the biggest compensation for the tragedy of his life.

He smiled excitedly, slender and pale fingers slowly drifting, until finally enough to play, lost patience, is very accurate, to the point where you have already found the right place to go straight...

"what!!!"

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"what!!!"

Meng Fu shakes a cold sweat and squats out of bed. When he slams into the ground, he knocks over the table and collapses. The chair smashes the tabernacle and extinguishes the lights.

She was entangled in a pile of smashed faces that were sweaty and languid. At that moment, her eyes were completely white, leaving only darkness, endless black.

The darkness of boundlessness, the unbearable weight of life!

Those infernal wooden cabinets that live for more than a thousand days and nights, the endless hunger, the silence of those who can't straighten, the hard summers and the cold winters, the dark years that only see the light of the oil lamps and the lanterns, and the bundles that are trapped in the cabinet. Do not live in silence and suffer from the embarrassment and insults of the perverted **** for many years...

what--.

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Why do you need to know why you know why? The sadness and shame of the world’s most painful, deepest, most sad, most helpless?

Four years ago, she buried her nightmare. She chose to forget the nightmare that she would never want to face again. Why must she open her blood and let her see the greatest sorrow and forest in the world through her **** past? cool?

She shouted and slammed into a whirlwind. She didn't know what she wanted to hit. She only thought that this time the heavens and the earth were all enemies, and they were all the coldest mountains in the fate. Let her once. I bumped into the bloodstream, struggling in the flesh and blood of my own limbs. Every time it was easy to support the climb, it was immediately a huge glacier sword like a cold glow, straight plug top.

She screamed, and the whistle stunned the entire huge shack, and she turned into a black hurricane, rolling all the furniture in the room and slamming outward.

There was a white flash in front of the eyes.

The ancestral room in the next room rushed out.

At this moment, Meng Fu Shao recognizes people, only sees the shadow of snow white, white... Yes, iceberg, across her life, the iceberg that needs to be crushed!

She screamed, regardless of whether she greeted the iceberg and rushed over, raising her hand was a handful of unreserved ones, slamming two people down, slipping a few feet on the ground, Meng Fu shake also kicked, Zong Yue She hugged her, and the two men rolled over and tangled in the ground. The rolling ground was broken because of Meng’s smashing smoldering pieces, and the surrounding flowers and trees rumbling, and Zong Yue had to hug her. Preventing her from hurting herself and paying attention to the trees that could not stand on the top of her head, she was so embarrassed.

The purple shadow flashed, the long-term Sun Wuji plucked over, and he reached for La Meng to shake his hand. Zong Yue suddenly looked up and said: "Don't!"

For a moment, he was already beaten by Meng Fu’s uncontrollable suffocation, and his blood was white, his eyes were bright and bright, his eyes were clear and clear, and he stopped the long-term rescue of the great-grandchildren.

Immediately after he was holding Meng Fu, he was entangled in the entanglement, glaring at her instinct, and quickly took out the golden needle from the waist, and single-handedly tightened the needles of Meng Fu, and the long-term Sun Wuji immediately gave him Protect the law, and swing the sleeves to remove the fallen trees.

Meng Fu Sha is still rolling, and it is rare that the ancestors of the world are the first in the world. In this situation where her crazy movements are rolling around, she can still recognize the points and apply for a hand--he also fights for life, letting Meng Fu shake to break free. He repeatedly went out of the palm, and every time she had a palm, she would have a pause. He paused and paused at this intermittent moment. As the golden needles plunged in one by one, Meng Fu’s strength gradually slowed down.

She slowed down, and the infuriating body seemed to have a life to swim slowly, and then returned to her a little bit. The infuriating spirit was more solid and thicker than before, and it looked like a handle from afar. The jade of the handle is like the pearly luster of the jade, and it flows like a real part in the air.

She upgraded.

In the meantime, the final drug of the pill that Zong Yue first gave was merged, and the infuriating rushed through the heavy building. Even the two levels entered the seventh level of the third level, "Ruyi", not far from the eighth floor.

In the meantime, there is Zong Yue’s sacrifice. When he is holding Meng Fu rock, he not only needs to protect her to apply for a needle, but also to give birth to his own instinct when he is in charge of Meng Meng’s efforts. To repair the damage caused by her violent rush, and to protect her all the way.

Meng Fu swayed on the ground and slowly recovered her instinct. The clan couldn’t stop coughing, but refused the support of the great-grandchild, and slowly climbed up.

He sat quietly and said halfway: "...she...is it really?"

The long-term grandson has turned his head too far, and it seems that even the answer has not been answered.

The two were silent in a sore sputum, a low-headed coughing a head and quietly watching the moon, coughing coughing out of endless blood, watching the moon's look of depression and sadness.

Meng Fu Sha was still lying on the ground. After a while she was tired: "You can go."

Silence, Meng Fu shook his eyes and ignored her. She didn't want to say anything, and she didn't want to ask.

I don't want to ask what happened after the day of the mother's departure - the dream has not been finished yet, she is awake by the things she most unwilling to face in the depths of memory, and the intuitive choice is not to face the next ending.

I don't want to ask why the grandson is not coming back at the beginning - what else is it asking? But it is just a fate.

Her Meng Fu’s life, the life of the five continents, the triumph of Meng Fu’s life, the lords of the Three Kingdoms, the King of Meng, the Xuanyuan State, the most beautiful scenery of Meng Fu’s life, is like this.

Dark, heavy, painful, desperate.

"Don't kill -"

The beast-like roar continued, and Zong Yue’s old road was spurred by heavy techniques. He did not know that this moment was a sacred sacred field, and he did not know that it was not far from the ground. He spent five years in the darkness. The young boy suddenly raised his head.

He was just chaotic, murky, and the blood of the heavens and the earth rushed out. The things that have gone away in recent years have all faded away, leaving only the deep memory that could not be erased fourteen years ago... The girl in the dark... Exquisite skin... The palace lady Xu Wan who was discovered by the Queen to steal the child... It was the sinister "cleansing" of the horrible person who was tied to the cupboard and scalded in the bed and then brushed with a little iron brush. ...the **** eyes that looked at the scene in the cupboard...

The eyes are red and hot, unlike the eyes of a five-year-old boy. It is like a demon who has been banned for thousands of years in the nine secluded hell. The word is written with the worst and most painful hatred between the heavens and the earth. From then on, he smoldered him, sizzling in a day, smashing his heart and swearing, until his mind was slowly polished for a long time.

At the moment, however, he saw the eyes again.

Blood red, dark black, cold light, such as the name sword out of the sheath, murderous like a magical out of the eyes, eyes.

Meng Fu’s eyes.

The moment she saw the old road, she suddenly popped up. The moment of the flash crossed the sky, and the distance between the two was flashing. Her hand was deeply inserted into the old road.

The wind of the sky is a roll, and then quiet, picking up the woman's plain clothes, the clothes are swaying in the wind, like a funeral.

The clothes are flying, the body and the fingers are still motionless, and the old road that is in the heart of the heart is still motionless.

Under the night, in the dark, two living figures.

For a long time, the old road grinned, revealing a relief smile.

Finally freed...

He waited for a long time.

From the time when the **** eyes were tormented and he couldn’t sleep, he began to wait. When he started painting, he always felt that she was by his side. She was watching and watching his paintings. I knew that I shouldn’t paint, but when I looked at him like that, I couldn’t paint it, and then I couldn’t paint it. Later, the painting was finally seen by the passing man, so he knew... ... is coming to an end, really, it’s almost over.

Then it is over.

Everyone is suffering all the time, no matter how good or evil, everyone is waiting for the end, waiting to swallow the taste of life and death.

The old road smiled, watching the eyes gradually recovering calmly and calmly, looking at the steady stone hand from beginning to end... The little girl who was raised in the cupboard and raised to five years old, finally grew up? She is strong enough to be able to dig out his heart with a pair of hands. When his hand touched her body, her hand now draws his heart and is fair.

He has no reluctance to look at the last look of this cold world, and then prepares to let himself fall, so standing, very tired.

His gaze suddenly settled.

Opposite, the man in white...the strange face that looks familiar, the long and uniquely beautiful figure, the special temperament that still feels immaculate despite the blood staining...

he!

The old road suddenly trembled, and the third painting appeared in the trembling field of vision. He painted for many, many years, and painted the whisky and never forgot any one of them to have any action, and painted it even if it changed his memory for many years. Still vivid, he saw the Qingjun boy standing on the side of the Queen slowly coming over, walked down the picture, and walked up to the white man body in front of him, and finally merged into one.

He saw him standing in front of the grooming bed. He saw him open the cupboard. He heard him quietly saying, "Before you become a true power, forget all your hatred."

It’s him... it’s him...

The old road stretched out his fingers and pointed to Zong Yue.

He never succumbed to the wind and did not have angry teeth, shaking and screaming.

Every word comes out with the blood in the chest.

He said:

"...he...he is you...your..."

Meng Fu suddenly suddenly pulled his hand.

Her hand was drawn indifferently from the old road chest.

The last point of maintaining the old road to speak upright is to withdraw, and the body that carries countless old things and secrets crashes into the ground.

The blood is like a snake, and the cracks that have been opened along the ground are silently drilled down and disappear.

Born in dust, turned to dust.

An **** who was buried in the court for a lifetime played a role in her life to close her dark role. Maybe he was not a bad person, but his fatal fate made him unable to restrain himself on the path of perversion and eventually blackened. After five years of a person, he spent a lifetime of time to accept punishment, until the end of the trial.

The trial that belongs to him is over. Whether he is going to heaven or going to hell, he no longer has to be forced to paint.

And belong to the trial of others?

"Old Road -" a miserable call, the woman who was guarded by Tiecheng rushed out, and Tiecheng worried that Meng Fuyao had left her task of guarding her, so she ran out and saw the scene of the old road dead.

She rushed over and cried and died on the corpse of the old road. She whispered that the old road was kind and kind, and cursed the people who killed him. The evil heart was not so bad, and the iron was angered and burned. Her mouth.

Meng Fu did not move, even the blood on his hands did not rub, just looked at her coldly, and looked at the corpse on the ground, the old road, this kind of pickled things, and this woman really treat each other, her own mother? Beautiful and resentful Xu Wan, can you live a good day in your life? The man who eventually caused her tragic ending, the sorghum throne, guarding the evil woman, had long forgotten her existence.

The golden cage creates a pile of dregs, and the scums do not want to bear the burden, let the innocent people struggle in the darkness, bloodstained.

Meng Fu shakes upright, no expression, slightly raised his head, Zong Yue approached her, she stepped back, this step retreats the more rigid, the ice sculpture is generally stuck in the local.

The long-term Sun Wuliang looked at her silently, raised her hand and tried to pull her. She gave it a little, and the long-term hand of the great-grandmother fell into the empty space. He did not immediately take back his hand, but in midair, he slightly picked up his fingers, as if Grab the cold air to heal the depths of the heart and sorrow.

Meng Fu Shao just stood still and cool, and it was very cold, but it was not as cool as her cool moonlight.

She didn't want to see anyone at the moment, and she didn't want to see the long-term grandson who promised to come back to her but didn't come back. She didn't want to see the old road and finally pointed out that the meaning was unknown, but 80% of the things in the past were Zong Yue. She just went down with a minute. Thinking about it in the midnight wind, what can you believe? What can I rely on? Those who love you, you will never bear you for this life, and as a result, a corner turns around, but they find that they are cold and cold to see you on the other side, but in front of them, they are not allowed to ferry.

It turns out that she, never, is just one person.