MTL - Legend of Fu Yao-v7 Chapter 12 All kinds of thoughts (2)
The only thing that is a bit strange is that all the blank spaces in the booklet are full of large and small lotus flowers.
The more the lotus is painted, the more beautiful it is. The more beautiful it is, the more beautiful it will be. Later, it looks quite a bit enchanting, and the burning is placed among those psychedelic words.
The contents of the booklet began to confuse in the later stages.
Like a person's proverb, or a conversation between two people, or muttering in the middle of the night, with a dreamy blur and soft bloom.
Those sentences are scattered on the pages of the book, and they are fascinating and chaotic.
Later, when I was in the meantime, even the clever teenagers could not understand.
He just turned the book and was shocked by the sighs and surprises that seemed to be in the silent nights. Even if he didn't understand the meaning between the lines, he could still keenly capture the strangeness in the chaotic statements. Like the rapid pulse of silent beating, it sounds deep in the heart, and it sounds like a late bell.
"When can it come out again?... think about her..."
"...she smiled and showed her glory, it was light and glory... It was in my palm, gentle and meticulous, let me hold it... my fingers and her general length... really beautiful..."
"This life is not going to be...but hope...but hope that one day..."
One will be her, one will be it, the statement is also bizarre, one person, and the general length of the finger?
The youngsters were puzzled and surprised. They hurried down. On the last page, there was another sentence.
"The night of the full moon, the nine-day peak, the oblique light, the law is in it."
This sentence is scribbled, mixed in a pile of strangely smeared lines, and will be missed if you don't pay attention.
The teenager is a caring person. Knowing that these are not traces are often extremely important things. I remember it silently. I want to see it after nine days. However, the nine days are guarded by strictness, and he is noble, no matter where he is. Following a bunch of people, Master also called from time to time, which was not very convenient. Later, he learned a good job, went down the mountain in advance, and took on a bunch of responsibilities that he had. He returned to the mountain very rarely, and occasionally he came back at a wrong time. This matter has been put aside, but for years, it has never been forgotten.
After a long period of time, he finally echoed the call of God in this way, and unveiled the mystery of this dusty centuries.
Silk is held in the palm of the hand, cool and smooth, wrapped around, like this destiny to go around, seemingly already a road to absolute, in fact, the corner is in front.
As long as you have the heart, you can stand the test of time and suffering, and you can break the barrier of the front.
In the long run, it is cool, but the life of the strong, always hold your own hands.
The moonlight and the ice are intertwined, and a bright white reflects the sky like water. In the clear world of the glass, the man with **** eyes is unfolding his hands, and his smile is light and faint.
However, from the smile, his face changed slightly.
In the wind, the faint place is not far away, there are whispers, cloaks, winds, and the slight collision of weapons and ice walls. If there is nothing, the wind will drift.
At the same time, there is no sound, no such thing as snow and fog, and...
murderous look!
