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Sikong smiled half a word, and took up the cup and sip it. "You think you can, just as you choose, no one can stop it, want to go Just step forward. "
"Step forward?" Liu Xia is silent. Is it really that simple? Even if it is their own step out, can you really escape? What about my brother? What will he do?
She suddenly remembered a sentence in the movie - if you don't shoot, then there's never a chance to score.
"Well, it's not early. You need a good rest. Tomorrow should be a good day. " Sikong half words stood up, gently held Liu Xia on the reclining chair and walked into the inner room and put it on the bed, and put two clothes on the bed as a pillow, and then pulled up the moldy quilt and covered Liu Xia.
Liu Xia looked at the sky half language straight, and asked, "will tomorrow really be a good day?" After that, she looked at the white snowflakes floating outside through the window inside the house. She looked a little low. Could she still live tomorrow? Can you see the sun tomorrow?
"You believe, then there will be. Whether a person is alive or not depends not on what anyone has to do, but whether he or she is alive. "
Liu Xia looked at the turning and slowly walked out of the room, the half language of the sky, for a long time did not say a word, depending on themselves? Do you have the ability and power to do so? After a little, she sighed and felt the warmth in the quilt. She saw many smiles and heard many good words. She was also welcomed into her arms by others. Only those temperatures could not be hotter with this little quilt with moldy taste, and there was no such warm heart.
She looked at the furnishings in the house, an old cabinet covered with dust, a tea table empty, the window curtains were old cloth, the rest only a dresser, but already covered with dust, as if no one had used it for a long time. It should be said that it's like there's no one living for a long time.
However, this is Mr. Han's residence. It is not like the person who lives in this place. It is not his real residence, but it is not his real residence.
Outside, Sikong half language sat by the fire, his chin was held in his hands, and the hot air was rising on the tea cup at hand. It was slowly like a thick fog on his face, blurring his face and the eyes that could not be seen clearly.
"Born Death It's just a moment of reading. But too many people think too complex, thinking about life and death are not their own control, thinking too many factors that affect life and death, leading to their own thinking that they can not choose, so What is life and death? I know that life is desire, life is self, life is not a fixed number, so what is death? "
Between the vagueness, a touch of invisible breath slowly wrapped up the half language of Sikong, and slowly rose around him. The whole person seemed to be unusually vague and mysterious, as if he had exchanged between being and nonexistence at this moment.
If the state of the half language of Sikong is seen by the senior martial arts, it will be greatly horrified. Because this is the prelude of the feelings of heaven and man, and what will appear above the strong in the holy land. It is impossible to appear on a common person. It's just Sikong is not a common man.
That invisible breath slowly rose, as if to spread to the surrounding, out of the control of the half language of Sikong. However, it seems that there is a strange boundary, which is limited to the body surface of the half language of Sikong, and it can not be scattered out at all.
I don't know how long, this invisible gas is like accumulating to the limit, gradually from the invisible revealed a light gray, diffuse in the surface of the half language of Sikong, submerge him in it, and become a large gray cocoon, as if he had been regarded as the incubation life.
"The origin of life and death, ha ha Unfortunately, I haven't fully understood death. "
Suddenly, a voice with regret, in the room to think. The voice fell, the whole cocoon general gray breath, slowly scattered, revealing the body shape of the half language of Sikong. Looking carefully, the half language of Sikong at the moment is too young than before. The wax on his face has gone a lot, and the skin has also been moisten. The white hair on his head has reduced a lot, and there is no trace of the old man again.
If he had been a man of forty and fifty years old before, then now, he would be like a man of thirty-four and five.
"Whoo Maybe, I should go see death. " He sighed and stood up, and he was a little disappointed in his eyes. Although such progress has made him satisfied, if he had changed his previous experience, such an opportunity would be enough to make him laugh for three days and three nights, but now The situation is different, he can't laugh because there is not much time.
He stood up and walked to the door of the inner room and looked inside. Liu Xia had been sleeping deeply at the moment, and the even breath was very quiet. On the swollen face, he had a faint smile, which seemed to sleep very fragrant.
"Actually, I didn't tell you that living is just in control, but it is too difficult for you. But since you let me understand the essence of life, this cause and effect, I will give it back to you. I control life and death, I say you do not die, you will not die. "
After speaking, Sikong said, raising his hand toward Liu Xia, and pointing out the empty sky, he could see a gray breath that disappeared into Liu Xia's body, which seemed plain and strange, and did not cause any changes of Liu Xia. But if the martial arts above half god are here, it will be absolutely appalling. Because Liu Xia has already made up for it with death. He is a man who is dying, and can not live in heaven.Now, the stillness in her body is slowly dissipating, and the vitality that is about to disappear is booming again. Resurrecting the dead - this is the real resurrection of the dead, and it is directly pulled back from the dead by the ghost gate. Even those powerful people in ancient times could not have such means.
Nature can't have it, because it's part of the source of life and death. The three sources under the force of nothingness and the three most powerful sources under the fate are not just words. They are the most essential power and the most mysterious existence in the world.
Sikong half language gaze at Liu Xia for a long time, looking at the vitality of her body, slowly cover up the dead gas, long out of breath. He turned around and went to the hanger in the outer room, took off a gray windbreaker and put it on. Then he opened the door and went out.
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"Step forward?" Liu Xia is silent. Is it really that simple? Even if it is their own step out, can you really escape? What about my brother? What will he do?
She suddenly remembered a sentence in the movie - if you don't shoot, then there's never a chance to score.
"Well, it's not early. You need a good rest. Tomorrow should be a good day. " Sikong half words stood up, gently held Liu Xia on the reclining chair and walked into the inner room and put it on the bed, and put two clothes on the bed as a pillow, and then pulled up the moldy quilt and covered Liu Xia.
Liu Xia looked at the sky half language straight, and asked, "will tomorrow really be a good day?" After that, she looked at the white snowflakes floating outside through the window inside the house. She looked a little low. Could she still live tomorrow? Can you see the sun tomorrow?
"You believe, then there will be. Whether a person is alive or not depends not on what anyone has to do, but whether he or she is alive. "
Liu Xia looked at the turning and slowly walked out of the room, the half language of the sky, for a long time did not say a word, depending on themselves? Do you have the ability and power to do so? After a little, she sighed and felt the warmth in the quilt. She saw many smiles and heard many good words. She was also welcomed into her arms by others. Only those temperatures could not be hotter with this little quilt with moldy taste, and there was no such warm heart.
She looked at the furnishings in the house, an old cabinet covered with dust, a tea table empty, the window curtains were old cloth, the rest only a dresser, but already covered with dust, as if no one had used it for a long time. It should be said that it's like there's no one living for a long time.
However, this is Mr. Han's residence. It is not like the person who lives in this place. It is not his real residence, but it is not his real residence.
Outside, Sikong half language sat by the fire, his chin was held in his hands, and the hot air was rising on the tea cup at hand. It was slowly like a thick fog on his face, blurring his face and the eyes that could not be seen clearly.
"Born Death It's just a moment of reading. But too many people think too complex, thinking about life and death are not their own control, thinking too many factors that affect life and death, leading to their own thinking that they can not choose, so What is life and death? I know that life is desire, life is self, life is not a fixed number, so what is death? "
Between the vagueness, a touch of invisible breath slowly wrapped up the half language of Sikong, and slowly rose around him. The whole person seemed to be unusually vague and mysterious, as if he had exchanged between being and nonexistence at this moment.
If the state of the half language of Sikong is seen by the senior martial arts, it will be greatly horrified. Because this is the prelude of the feelings of heaven and man, and what will appear above the strong in the holy land. It is impossible to appear on a common person. It's just Sikong is not a common man.
That invisible breath slowly rose, as if to spread to the surrounding, out of the control of the half language of Sikong. However, it seems that there is a strange boundary, which is limited to the body surface of the half language of Sikong, and it can not be scattered out at all.
I don't know how long, this invisible gas is like accumulating to the limit, gradually from the invisible revealed a light gray, diffuse in the surface of the half language of Sikong, submerge him in it, and become a large gray cocoon, as if he had been regarded as the incubation life.
"The origin of life and death, ha ha Unfortunately, I haven't fully understood death. "
Suddenly, a voice with regret, in the room to think. The voice fell, the whole cocoon general gray breath, slowly scattered, revealing the body shape of the half language of Sikong. Looking carefully, the half language of Sikong at the moment is too young than before. The wax on his face has gone a lot, and the skin has also been moisten. The white hair on his head has reduced a lot, and there is no trace of the old man again.
If he had been a man of forty and fifty years old before, then now, he would be like a man of thirty-four and five.
"Whoo Maybe, I should go see death. " He sighed and stood up, and he was a little disappointed in his eyes. Although such progress has made him satisfied, if he had changed his previous experience, such an opportunity would be enough to make him laugh for three days and three nights, but now The situation is different, he can't laugh because there is not much time.
He stood up and walked to the door of the inner room and looked inside. Liu Xia had been sleeping deeply at the moment, and the even breath was very quiet. On the swollen face, he had a faint smile, which seemed to sleep very fragrant.
"Actually, I didn't tell you that living is just in control, but it is too difficult for you. But since you let me understand the essence of life, this cause and effect, I will give it back to you. I control life and death, I say you do not die, you will not die. "
After speaking, Sikong said, raising his hand toward Liu Xia, and pointing out the empty sky, he could see a gray breath that disappeared into Liu Xia's body, which seemed plain and strange, and did not cause any changes of Liu Xia. But if the martial arts above half god are here, it will be absolutely appalling. Because Liu Xia has already made up for it with death. He is a man who is dying, and can not live in heaven.Now, the stillness in her body is slowly dissipating, and the vitality that is about to disappear is booming again. Resurrecting the dead - this is the real resurrection of the dead, and it is directly pulled back from the dead by the ghost gate. Even those powerful people in ancient times could not have such means.
Nature can't have it, because it's part of the source of life and death. The three sources under the force of nothingness and the three most powerful sources under the fate are not just words. They are the most essential power and the most mysterious existence in the world.
Sikong half language gaze at Liu Xia for a long time, looking at the vitality of her body, slowly cover up the dead gas, long out of breath. He turned around and went to the hanger in the outer room, took off a gray windbreaker and put it on. Then he opened the door and went out.
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