End Times Dust Light

Lu Ziming gave Zhuoma glucose water while telling him a story: "Once upon a time, when I was in school, there was a girl in my class. She was very beautiful, with good temperament, good grades, better family background, and a kind person. . In front of her, I am like that toad,...toad, you don’t know what it means, like the relationship between a princess and a commoner, anyway, it means that a pit must be dug and buried on the ground. ."

"It's okay if you don't understand, you don't understand after you say it, listen carefully and don't say anything." Talking to Zhuoma may be able to wake him from the coma. I don't know who is studying the theory, which hurt Lu Ziming. I said everything I could say, but I really didn’t say it. I remembered the good time buried in my heart: "She is the monitor, and I am a poor student. Sometimes I can’t even eat enough to eat, but she is not like other people. It discriminates against me, and speaks to me proactively...".

"But this drew the eyes, jealousy, and verbal abuse from countless people around. Self-effort and toads are all good-sounding. I can only avoid her from a distance, and don't want to bring any bad influence to her because of me. Actually, my status is. The gap does not mean anything. As long as you work hard, you will definitely change. This is what I think and I do it. Maybe you don’t believe it. When I was in the first year of high school, I had already finished my high school textbooks. In the second year of high school, I also participated in the mock college entrance examination and achieved very good rankings."

"Sometimes I wonder, do people really have to admit their fate? A bad background, does it mean that they can’t hold their heads up for a lifetime? Those who are born better than me, in addition to occupying more resources, are like social worms. Same……."

   "What happened to you and that girl?"

  "Don't interrupt! That girl cares about your ass, just said...", the next moment, he suddenly stopped, suddenly turned his head, and looked at Dolma lying on the ground incredibly.

   Zhuo Ma, whose face is similar to that of African blacks, has two rows of white teeth, which makes people easily think of black toothpaste, "You wake up, fuck, dare to eavesdrop on Lao Tzu's secrets, are you tired of being crooked".

"You are chattering, I'm tired of listening. Tell me what was the girl's name. What happened to you later?" Zhuoma on the ground struggled to squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying, and wanted to sit up, but It doesn't work hard.

"I will tell this story later." Lu Ziming didn't want to mention the memory buried deep in his heart. It was a fruitless first love, beautiful but unreal, only in his own dream: "The rain outside seems to stop. Yes, I'll find you something to eat, and just tell your mother the good news."

   Zhuoma nodded hard. It has been three days. He hasn't eaten anything except a little liquid food. Every sentence consumes his little energy.

Soon, Zhuoma’s mother, who heard the news of her awakening, ran back for the first time, so fast that Lu Ziming was surprised. When he heard the sound coming from the tent, he didn’t know whether it was crying or excitement. Standing at the door blankly, a warm touch flashed in his eyes.

  All the mothers in the world love their children the most. The smiling face of the child is the happiness of the mother, and the cry of the child is the sadness of the mother. Everyone has a mother, and only when they are lost can they know how to cherish.

After four consecutive days of heavy rain, there was finally a short pause. The dark sky was full of dark clouds, and the air was full of various corrupt odors. There was a sticky feeling on the body. Anything can be squeezed out by just twisting it. Water comes.

The rain stopped, and more people were walking around in the camp. The children rushed out of the tent and played and ran on the wet grass. A fire was set up outside the tent. Taking advantage of the heavy rain, the wet felt and clothes were dried. The air was full of smoky smells. The fresh air became muddy, and the sky over the camp was covered with clear gray choking smoke.

He walked into the tent and saw Zhuoma's mother wipe Zhuoma's body with tears in her tears, her scorched and black body under the gloomy lights, and traces of blood under the cracked hard shell, looked shocking, but She didn't stop, as if none of this could affect her.

  While he was silently shocked by Zhuoma's tenacious vitality in his heart, he was also infected by Zhuoma's mother. Perhaps this is the spiritual pillar that Zhuoma can survive.

  At this moment, he felt that he was superfluous. Compared with Zhuoma's tenacity, the suffering he had suffered was nothing.

   The noisy sound outside the tent came in through the gap, and did not affect the atmosphere in the tent at all. Lu Ziming found a corner to sit down and couldn’t bear to disturb them.

  I don’t know how long it took, the voice outside the tent suddenly quieted down, as if hearing the sound of someone falling, vaguely heard the child suddenly ringing, and then abruptly stopped, a trace of restless agitation spread into his brain.

   Feeling that there are more and more intense danger signals in the air, he walked from the sea of ​​blood in the corpse mountain, and immediately realized that something was happening.

  As soon as he was about to stick his head out of the tent, he heard a neat group of footsteps from far to near, and then from near to far towards the camp's big tent.

  "Not good! It's the army." A group of soldiers wearing red and blue uniforms rushed toward the camp, and soon intensive gunfire came from the direction of the camp.

  Just picking up the corner of the curtain, he immediately felt dizzy, "It's poisonous gas, it's full of colorless and odorless poisonous gas!"

   Zhuoma was already sitting on the felt, and saw Lu Ziming, who looked nervous, and said, "Road! What happened?"

"I don't know, someone released a poisonous gas in the camp, which seems to make people drowsy." He immediately thought of the strange butterfly he encountered in Fangcheng. The symptoms of poisoning at that time were similar to those of now, and it seemed to be more severe. Dizzy and unable to exert himself.

   "They must be for the holy sword!"

  In fact, this is just Zhuoma’s guess. Lu Ziming thought of many possibilities, such as civil strife, seizure of power, annexation, etc., of course, including the holy mountain and holy sword that do not know whether they exist.

"Are you sure they are for the Holy Sword, and not for other reasons?" If they come only for the Holy Sword, they should not be in much danger. As long as the upper class fights, as long as the **** stays away, it will generally not be affected. If there are other reasons, it's hard to say.

   "I guessed!" Zhuoma said something that made Lu Ziming vomit blood.

  Who is not guessing, but you must have a basis, thinking about who will not, if you guess wrong, then you are betting your own life.

   Zhuoma continued: "The surrounding camps were dissatisfied with Taiji's trials for a long time, thinking that he wanted to monopolize the holy sword, and he chose to launch it at this time, not for the holy sword, but for what else?"