C217 Reminiscence is not a dumpling but an illness
C217 Reminiscence is not a dumpling but an illness
"Boss, it's delicious. Give me some more!" It was Blacky's first time eating barbecue, and she seemed to be unsatisfied. Her eyes moved a few rounds, and once again asked Ye Qinghan for barbecue.
"Hur hur, I'll give it all to you!" This one is almost ripe as well! " Ye Qinghan smiled and passed all the rabbit heads in his hands to Blacky. In his eyes, Blacky was no longer a War Beast, but more like his own little brother. Blacky was like a star in the sky;
After eating a few rabbits, Ye Qinghan and Blacky lazily laid on the grass beside the pond, enjoying the afternoon sunlight. It was already summer, and the Summer Fire Day of Yue Family had already passed. The sun should already be shining. However, as the sunlight passed through the transparent light barrier above the valley and sprinkled onto Ye Qinghan's body, he did not feel any hint of heat or scorching heat, instead, he felt a kind of extremely warm feeling.
Gradually, he began to close his eyes and fall into a deep sleep. He was too tired to sleep well for more than a year. At this moment in the small valley, he was finally completely relieved of the vigilance in his heart. He was relieved of the burden on his back, put down everything, and fell into a deep sleep …
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This time, he slept for two whole days and three nights. He slept soundly with Ye Qinghan.
When he opened his eyes in a daze, he looked at the transparent halo above his head. The bright starlight and the full moon were both silvery white. He felt a bit absent-minded.
He slightly narrowed his eyes. Listening to Blacky's snores, listening to the nearby small animals scurrying around, and listening to the small animals drinking water by the small pond, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed and unexplainable panic.
Alone in a foreign country as an outsider, every happy festival.
He knew that there was one less person in the place where his brother ascended to the top.
God Falling Mountain was a foreign land, he was a foreign guest, and even Flame Dragon Continent was a foreign guest.
It was not a holiday, but there was a moon in the sky and stars shining beside it. In his previous life, he didn't have any relatives, but in this life, his relatives weren't by his side. He felt an inexplicable loneliness and sorrow …
This feeling came rather suddenly and inexplicably. This feeling made his heart ache and he almost shed tears. He remembered something he said to Ye Tianlong in front of his Nightingale's Castle. I should not have come to this world, this world does not belong to me …
But... It suddenly occurred to him that this world seemed to already have his name engraved upon it. There were already people he was concerned about, people he could not abandon, and where were those people right now? What are you doing? Would she think of him?
Then, he thought of Ye Qingyu. He thought of that weak and delicate figure. The sorrow and sorrow in his heart were occupied by his pity for Ye Qingyu. Was the most important girl in his heart saved? If he was saved, and he knew that he had been trapped in God Falling Mountain, how would he feel pain and grief?
He didn't know if Ye Ruoshui would tell her the news that he was going to live, but he knew that he missed her so much!
Then, he thought of Yue Qingcheng, and he wondered if the had returned to his Yue Family. Have you already selected another son-in-law?
Or did he have the same difficulty as Yue Yan'er, waiting for his father? Would she still wear a set of tawdry pink clothes with a more tawdry peach blossom?
He thought of Ye Qingwu, of his pure and beautiful appearance. After making a connection with him for no reason, she had firmly occupied a part of his heart, even though he wanted to once again have a night with her … Qingwu.
He remembered Barbarian City, that large pink bed, Feng Zi, the flowers and plants, and Long Sainan. Thinking of Yao Kaka, thinking of recklessness, thinking of many people, thinking of many things …
As he thought about it, he felt that he could no longer think about it. He should sleep again, completely forget about this sadness, forget about his heartache. He should sleep again, and continue his unfinished journey tomorrow.
He knew that longing was not a dumpling, but an illness that could become a plague.
If he wanted to walk out alive, then he couldn't get sick or miss him. He could only forget about everything else as he bravely advanced until he broke out of the mountain...
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Xue Wuhen was very excited.
It had been more than a year, more than a year. He had been placed under house arrest in that small building for more than a year. Today, he could finally see the light of day.
More than a year ago, in order to cast a name for God City, he had unhesitatingly planted a hidden bug in Ye Qinghan, working together with Yao Kaka and recklessly murder Ye Qinghan. In the end, nothing was done. Tu Qianjun was imprisoned, and so was he.
Although the illusion of the small pavilion was not bad, and it was not worrisome to eat and drink here. The servants that Tu Shenwei arranged for the Scout were also very considerate, so he could take any amount of fun out of any of the maids in the pavilion.
However, he was in a very bad mood. He was very angry, very conflicted, and very panicked. He hated Ye Qinghan, hated Yao Kaka, very brazenly, and even somewhat hated Tu Qianjun and Tu Shenwei.
He was very scared. He was afraid that one day, countless people would suddenly break into his loft and try to dismember his body. He was afraid that one day Tu Shenwei would suddenly reveal him, and pacify the anger of the few great clans and demon barbarians. He was still afraid that his Xue Family would be annihilated because of him, but what he was most afraid of was that Tu Qianjun would forget about him and lock him up in this lifetime …
He saw that bald man half a year ago.
The bald man was shiny, and there was a strange tattoo on the back of his head. Most importantly, his eyes were the same as the bald man's.
He was summoned by Shen Zhutu.
More than ten years ago, he met Tu Qianjun and he found out a huge secret regarding Flame Dragon Continent. Therefore, he kept fantasizing about joining the God City and relying on the God City to break the shackles that had held the Flame Dragon Continent for thousands of years, escaping from this well and going out to soar in the even wider skies.
gave him hope, and God City gave him a chance. He had struggled hard for many years, and even though he had successfully entered the God City, he was still a prisoner.
Half a year ago, he finally met the most powerful man in the City of God, and this man gave him a chance, a chance to rise to the heavens in one step.
Even though he didn't like being wrapped in a golden robe all year round, he couldn't even show his face. But he accepted without a second thought. He heavily knelt down before that man, wishing that he could kiss the bottom of that man's foot.
"I like people with two pupils. Meeting is fate, so I'll give you a chance. As long as you can break through the Monarch Stage before the God Falling Mountain Celestial Road is activated and enter the God Falling Mountain to seize the divine sword inside, I can help you become a god and give you a chance to ascend into the heavens! "
Every time he thought about Shen Zhutu's words, the blood in Xue Wuhen's body would uncontrollably boil, his grey and black pupils would never stop flickering, his happiness had come so suddenly, and if he did not try to grab ahold of Shen Zhutu, he would not be Xue Wuhen anymore …
He began to bitterly cultivate all day and all night. With the support of his enormous God City and spirit pellets, his cultivation began to increase rapidly. He believed that in a few years, he, Xue Wuhen, would appear before the people of the world with a status and strength that had never been seen before him before.