Article 772
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Nangong Liu curled up next to the throne and fell asleep, with two unfinished oranges in his hand.
Suddenly, a slender figure appeared around the corner, casting its shadow on Nangong Liu, approaching slowly. The man's footsteps were extremely slow, and he was lighting his stick, and a snow-white silk cloth was worn on the bridge of his soft nose, completely covering his eyes.
"Hmm..." Xu Shi's sound of the bamboo stick hitting the ground disturbed Nangongli, he woke up from a light sleep, rubbed his eyes, and said in a daze, "Ah, it's my best friend brother... What's wrong with your eyes? "
The one who appeared in the hall was the blind Shi Mo who had been elusive before and tried not to appear in front of everyone.
Nangong Liu was stunned: "Didn't you go to Tianyin Pavilion?"
Shi Mei shook his head: "It's a long story, so I won't talk about it with you." After a short pause, he said, "A Liu, I should have left a Zhenlong military record on the table, can you help me find one Are you looking for it?"
"There's nothing wrong with this." Nangong Liu immediately rummaged through the case table, and soon found the military record made of silk, "Here."
"Thank you."
Shi Mo's slender fingers moved slowly on the silk, his eyes were already blind, and he couldn't see the words on it, but this kind of military record is not only recorded with characters, just in case, it can also be recorded with spiritual power Read knowledge. He stood in the empty hall, reading the content bit by bit. What was written on it was all the troops of Zhenlong chess game that Hua Binan had mobilized to burn the self-destructing spiritual core for bīmo.
Calling, in the previous life, there were 46,000 people belonging to Linling Island.
Wubei Temple belongs to the people, thirteen thousand people.
...
All these kinds.
All of the top disciples of death and life in the previous life.
Shi Mei pinched the soft and delicate silk, and felt numb at the beginning, just thinking dully in his mind: Is the necessary sacrifice that I said in the previous life is such a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood?
The disciples of the pinnacle of death and life, all of them.
All were made into Zhenlong chess pieces, driven by Emperor Taxian, except for Xue Meng, no one was spared?
But he clearly remembered that Hua Binan once said to him gently: "You know, I am also a person who is used to life and death. The world is so hard, but I hope that no evil will be done. I hope that fewer people will die on this road. There are very few of them, otherwise, my conscience will be troubled."
That was what Hua Binan had just said to him when he came to him through the gap in time and space.
——There is so much suffering in the world, don't do any evil, love is what you have to do, I hope you will suffer less.
This doesn't deviate too much from his own thoughts. He is cruel, but it's not what he wants, and he has no choice but to.
"Conscience is hard to rest..." At that time, Hua Binan, who begged to say these words to him sincerely, had already killed all the people in the world in another world.
And he didn't know until now.
"Big friend, what's wrong with you?" The brain was buzzing and congested, and Nangong Liu's anxious voice could be heard vaguely, "Your face is so ugly, why are you shaking? Are...are you sick? Are you sick?" Cold?"
Babbling like a child, suddenly a burst of warmth enveloped him, it was Nangong Liu who took off her robe and hurriedly put it on him.
"Come on, I'm not cold, I'll give you my clothes."
The sinner who once had a needle hidden in his pocket and tried his best, became so innocent after losing his consciousness.
Perhaps everyone has had such a time when they were so anxious, worried, and sincere when they were young? It's just that under the sculpting of the years, the heart is also wrinkled like the face.
Become no longer like yourself.
Shi Mo was wrapped in Nangong Liu's clothes, he was cold, bone cold.
There was a burst of dizziness in front of his eyes, blood and tears oozing from under the white cloth... He slumped down on the seat, curling up his body to a very small size.
"He's not me..." Shi Mo couldn't help murmuring, "He's not me..."
Nangong Liu was confused when he heard it from the side: "What?"
Shi Mei curled his face into his arms, and the tiny trembling spread from his fingers all over his body, and he didn't even want to touch that piece of silk again.
"I want to save people. I also know that sacrifices are inevitable. I know there will be a lot of calculations, and I will disappoint a lot of sincerity. I have already prepared for doom. When he discussed with me that maybe I should donate my eyes, I I never hesitated. But I..."
"Brother best friend..."
Nangong Liu put her hands on his hair, comforting him clumsily like a child's comfort.
The teacher suddenly choked up: "But I really never thought about it, he killed so many people..."
The silk fluttered to the ground, and what was recorded on it was almost all the monks and commoners in another world of mortals.
They are all bones.
After a long time, until Nangong Liu was squatting beside him, he didn't know what to do in a daze, and Shi Mo slowly supported the cold desk and stood up rubbing it.
Nangong Liu hurriedly asked: "Where are you going?"
Shi Mo was silent for a while, he seemed to be really confused where he should go, and when Nangong Liu asked for the third time, he came to his senses, bit his lips, and said, "The secret room."
He can't go wrong anymore, he is going to save the master.
When he came to the door of the secret room, he only realized that Hua Binan had cast an extremely profound forbidden spell on the stone door.
"..." The teacher was slightly stunned, and then there seemed to be a wry smile on the corner of his mouth.
From the silk military spectrum, to the forbidden curse at the stone gate. He suddenly felt that he was so ridiculous.
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