I Just Want To Farm

"You should go."

Qin Yu made his statement clear.

Yin You: "I don't even want to say that, so I guessed it really well. The three sentences he said just now should be..."

Under Qin Yu's frown, Yin You still recounted leisurely.

"When they look down at you, the lonely Huangquan road in the underworld, the faceless man in a boat, and the time of ten thousand years, who can you talk to in detail?"

"It's just unspeakable, you can't get over this obsession."

"I have obsessions until death, so miserable."

But few people understood it, because she switched to a local language of a small country in the last days.

Even Jing Moxue didn't understand, but Qin Yu did.

Yin You knew that Qin Yu would.

Is this a guess? Completely repeat word for word.

The gods were a little surprised, this Yinyou is approaching the middle gods, why can he see such secrets?

Does this indicate that this woman has the potential of a god?

But the gods also cared more about what she recounted, they heard it themselves, and listened to it again at this time.

That feels a little complicated.

There are obsessions until death, so miserable. ． ． ．

After saying this, Yin You lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand, and grabbed a colorful silk thread swimming out of Qin Yu's body.

This silk thread, the fusion of four kinds of energies, is full of destructive aura, which even burned Yin You's beautiful fingers.

She was expressionless, staring at Qin Yu's pale face.

"I don't help you, I give you dignity, but can you not be so stubborn?"

Can?

can it?

Qin Yu closed his eyes, smiled wryly, and flew down. After landing, he flapped his clothes and sat on the steps of the ruins of the square.

Once she sat down, the steps looked like a throne.

Has the smoke of a war and the solitude of madness all come to an end after this one sitting?

But the gods didn't leave.

Because the god did not leave.

Why didn't God leave? It's because they see through one thing.

Because I see through it, I keep silent.

Yin You transformed into an illusion and appeared in front of her. This scene fell before Jing Moxue's eyes, and she was startled.

looks familiar.

At that time. ． ． The final outcome of the last battle is like this time.

She had an urgent panic.

Could it be that history repeats itself?

"Look, your friends are afraid."

Yin You glanced at Xiao Tingyun and the others, "I still feel that this kind of emotion is a burden. They are a burden to you, and you are a burden to them."

She, who had given up everything and resolutely walked on the road of being strong, naturally rejected Qin Yu's game, even if she understood.

Qin Yu: "Camels don't know that they should carry heavy loads for a lifetime, and when they die, they don't know whether they will still be camels in the next life, because they never think about whether it is worth it."

Yes, she never thought it was worth it.

"Thinking too much, too tired."

She raised her eyes, her pale cheeks were like a pool of green lotus after a spring rain, and a field of yellow apricots in autumn, the green is slightly cool, and the yellow is warm.

Beautiful, but sad.

Yin You sneered, but his words were cold.

"It's not that you are afraid of being tired, but that you are too gentle with them."

They know who they are.

Xiao Tingyun and the others also understood, but were reticent for a while.

But they didn't speak, because they vaguely felt that this evil chosen god was the only one who could stand on the same level and talk to Qin Yu on an equal footing, and let her reveal some secrets.

What they couldn't do, this woman could.

Then watch it for a while. ． ． ．

But how long can we watch? They seem to have a premonition.

A dire premonition.

"Time and space are irreversible, the sea that has gone will not return, the clouds that have dispersed will not gather, and the lost people will not be sought.

How can I let them go through things that I have spent so many years not forgetting. "

Qin Yu's expression was calm. When he said this, his tone was very light. He silently caressed the pattern on his sleeve with his fingertips. The way he lowered his head and spoke was gentle to the bone.

Yin You knew what she meant.

She has seen Qin Yu's soul memory, the woman who fell from a tall building and fell to death in front of her eyes. ． ． Blood and brains splashed all over.

Qin Yu couldn't forget, couldn't let go.

This kind of obsession is that she can't get rid of it even if she comes to the god level.

Because the stronger you are, the more persistent you are.

Yin You was silent, she thought about the pain of her biological mother that she felt day and night when she was young, but she didn't forget it.

Just refuse to speak to people.

The Tao returns to the Tao, and the past returns to the past.

But obviously, Qin Yu, this annoying ghost, knows the secret.

"But what you are now is what they are going through."

Yin You said, everyone saw Qin Yu. ． ． Destroyed golden threads wandering around, like the gorgeous clothes and beautiful clothes bestowed by God, like the glory of the gods, but in fact, it is lonely after fireworks.

It was also at this time that everyone could enjoy the post-war scene in such loneliness and silence.

The land is barren, the fields are covered with dust, she sits there, her body and flesh are flawless, her eyebrows and eyes are full of beauty.

Yes, from the beginning to the present, from the eradication of masks to the present, how many people have cared or noticed her appearance.

Qin Yu is Qin Yu, God is God.

What does God look like, what temperament does it have, how do the fighters wait and see, how do they think about it.

The rhythm is too fast, the movement is too loud, and the heart is too frightened.

Now I can finally take a good look at it.

Xuan Luobai thought for a while, and felt that he should express himself in the simplest way.

"Well, I think she seems really pretty."

Now that he thought about it, he said it, the second generation of immortals, a dandy, careless.

This sentence is very abrupt.

Everyone heard it, as if. ． ． The gods on the side of the evil election are wonderful, and there is also a cancer on the side of the heavenly election.

Everyone looked at Xuan Luobai in unison.

Xuan Luobai, who was shameless and black-eyed, also shrank his toes and forcibly stabilized until Qin Yu glanced at him lightly and smiled lightly.

"You little fat man, you're not dead yet."

Xuan Luobai froze for a moment, immediately blushed, and said angrily, "Damn it! My leader, I am unwavering. I am struggling to videotape you on the line of life and death."

Qin Yu casually rolled up his sleeves, "It's not an erotic action movie, what are you doing so seriously?"

Her eyes fluttered, seeming to be angry or teasing, but not ambiguous, like a big sister teasing the innocent boy and fat boy next door.

It's like she doesn't know how beautiful and gentle she is.

Facing the subtle gazes around him, Xuan Luo blushed and trembled.

My regiment leader, you are so evil, it really embarrasses me.

Do you think that I can resist all eyes like a knife because I am the second generation of immortals?

Of course, I am sure I can resist, even the strongest Arthenodis, I can also withstand it!

Xuan Luo Bai was thinking so.

In the next second, he was immobilized and frozen.

The second generation of immortals' portable golden wall——? ? ?

Damn, what's going on!

Yin You glanced at Xuan Luobai, and said lightly to Qin Yu: "Death is imminent, so you still spend such a little time on a dead fat man, are you drunk?"

Poisonous, really poisonous.

Huang Jinbi seemed to conjure up two hands to cover the eyes of his second-generation fat man, preventing his clear and pure tears from falling.

I am fat, but I am very cute.

Xuan Luobai felt miserable.