There was a look of shock in his eyes and he blurted out, "That sound is immortal!"
Instantly, the fairy fairy’s memory poured out like a tide.
From acquaintance to familiarity, the two men have become a pair of boys and girls in the valley of lost souls, attacked by various monsters and animals.
Xianxian’s changeable personality was originally called "Xiao Li", but later, the two people’s congresses changed almost inseparable. When they were in Xianxian’s heart, they would call him "Aly", which means that nature is separated.
It’s impossible to forget such memories, but too many things happened after the Lost Soul Valley and his party. When Yongzheng robbed and then retreated to the sea and returned to China, he met that terrible abnormal fire.
Hurriedly looked at the wrist that a wisp of red line is already gone, making the land look ugly than then a deep sigh.
Not much to say is that the red line of the whole burst moment of the arm was destroyed, if not destroyed, and it must be lost in the vast sea.
This makes Lu Li feel a little sad.
He found out the material of the red line, and the ordinary red line is no different, but the fairy tale is like a dream. Those two little guesses are far from each other, and even Corydalis and Yurou know very little about anyone.
Chapter one hundred and twenty Dream life
The feeling of returning to childhood is not clear in a few words.
And there is no certainty whether the two can meet again.
"Faith is the spirit-"This sentence made Lu Li suddenly shake, and he suddenly had an association.
Looking at the snow, I stretched out my hand and cut a handful of snowflakes, and I was lost in thought.
After a while, I felt that the cold was getting deeper and deeper. At this time, he said to himself, "I judged everything before, and it doesn’t matter whether it is true or not."
"That hunger feeling has not appeared in China and abroad for a long time except in the Valley of Lost Soul. I didn’t expect this hunger feeling to reappear here."
Step by step, Lu Li moved forward. Since his retreat was blocked, he simply moved on.
Previously, Lu Li chose to close her feelings, but it was not the best choice.
This time, as he walked forward, a belief rose in his heart, which made his mouth slightly raised and raised his mind to leave here.
When I think of Wan Niansheng’s illusion, it may be just for Lu Li.
A dream, a ray of life
Get out of the snow, get out of the cycle, get rid of this mirage and get rid of the phantom.
If you give everything to your intuition to judge that Lu Li is once again a mountain with his eyes open, and he is among them.
Kill everything, choose to live and leave, keep moving forward in this mirage, cross mountains, step across plains, cross deserts and sweep rivers, and he has been looking for it.
Because there is such a mark in his mind, if he finds this psychological robbery, he will be able to get out of trouble.
This belief accompanied the landing and walked all the way. He passed through several cities, the bustling crowd, many roadblocks and monks’ wars. His practice was constantly recovering the forgotten memory and getting it back little by little.
Even so, being away from Shou Yuan is losing his appearance, his temples are getting gray and his body is thin. Although he still has to repair it, that deep fatigue has been attacking his mind.
Time flies in this mirage, as if it were trapped in it very quickly. I don’t know how long it has been, even if it has been decades since I flicked my fingers outside.
But this is the rule of heaven, the power of heaven controls all kinds of rules, and few people can escape.
Looking at his wrist still swinging.
"Grandpa, haven’t you found the person you are looking for?"
Beside him, a little girl carved with pink jade asked, This is a journey through the twentieth city. He has walked for more than ten years in Qian Shan. Even for a monk, it is too difficult to find a layman who has forgotten his breath.
It’s a pity that she is not her.
"Fairy fairy, what if one day I forget who you are?"
"Hum, maybe I won’t remember when I wake up!"
In my memory, two people laughed after the words, and the wrist red line seemed to be vivid.
"We will meet again-"
A deep sigh from Lu Li is not a sigh, but a sigh, and then slowly, and the former figure will move forward in a flash.
It is quite difficult for even a man of advanced learning to find one among the numerous laymen in feeling the other’s breath in Dharma.
From time to time, the mirage conjures up many situations in which the former enemies and even his relatives were beheaded, aiming at angering the land.
But the curse of God’s wrath has been mastered by Lu Li, and most of it is almost controllable. The curse force is constantly running, and Lu Li has been able to easily provoke the other party to make it disappear.
In this way, another ten years have passed.
Six months before this mirage, Lu Li experienced a great battle, which was strangled by hundreds of brothers of Taikoo Men, among whom there were many monks who knew Lu Li, including Fang Han and Qian Xue.
But they’re not real people.
Lu Li did not show weakness because he had discovered an ancient road, which was like the mirage exit. He believed that if he walked through the end of this ancient road, he could get out of trouble.
He won’t give up when hardships stand in the way.
It was a big war, and when Lu Li was desperately fighting, Tianjiao figures such as Tao, Linglong and Wang Xiong also fought for each other, and their strength soared, which made Lu Li into a desperate situation.
In this war, he exhausted all his strength, and his body was scarred, leaving only one left arm and one right leg, and a dead monk spear crutch forcibly supported the ground and moved slowly forward.
He has been able to see that every step at the end of the ancient road, his body is dripping blood, and the blood is red on the ground. Every time he steps out of the distance, the injury is aggravated and weak.
Then all the people in the way were wiped out by him.
He knows that those people are the only way to stop people from moving forward.
It is miles away from a looming card at the end of that ancient road.
It’s very easy to get there if there’s still a little repair in the distance.
But at this time, he ran out of oil and lamps, and only one belief insisted on his immortality, even in the stormy weather and even in the way of a strong enemy, he did not give up and came here.
The most worrying thing in his heart is the most fearful thing in his heart. The last thing he wants to see is that all kinds of psychological obstacles and tortures have happened in this long experience, but even so far away, his belief has not been erased, and his persistence has not wavered because he believes that all this is a smoke cloud.
He is tired, the feeling that the oil is exhausted, or that the other side stabbed himself with a sword. If he doesn’t avoid it, he may die. These feelings are all true