Lie Huo Jiao Chou

Nirvana is the stone on the ring when Sheng Lingyuan first saw Xuan Yuan.

The stone had a long life, broken and knotted, knotted and broken, recurring, 36 times.

The memory of three thousand years is like an open book, and even if you glance at it, you can't read it for a while. For Sheng Lingyuan, he can only glimpse the tone of the paper between the "book pages" that are quickly turning-

Nirvana is a stone, the tone is cheerful, and travels the world without any intention.

Nirvana is broken, the tone is dark, and it is worse than once.

Happiness is the same, but pain is the sum of life.

Sheng Lingyuan forgot his words for a while, and it was difficult for Xuan Yuan to read only the words from his turbulent thoughts. With that little blood, he felt overwhelmed and almost ran away.

"It's over," Xuanyuan thought. "It's too much."

If he replaced him, he felt like he might have run away.

Three thousand years have been able to survive the vicissitudes of the sea several times, and the later soil can not remain indifferent. Such a heavy love and hatred and clutch are deeper than the mountains and the sea. How can one bear?

"Lingyuan," he then stepped back, trying to stop the empathy, "don't watch."

But it ’s not that easy, because they are no longer a human sword, and the sympathy built up by blood is “passive”. When they start and when they disappear, they are not under their control. Most of the senses ca n’t be like As before, it can be shared directly, so it is not so convenient.

Xuan Ye could only try his best to suppress the memories that had just been brought back below the consciousness, whitewash the ground, and he tried to focus on remembering the human life of this life.

Because in this life, the world is extremely interesting and dazzling, and there are more new things to be exposed to every day than in the past 100 years. He began to use the massive information to interfere with old memories-the dormitories of university boys in stinky socks, games, sports fields, three days of five popular Weibo headlines, eating and drinking ...

Sheng Lingyuan suddenly said, "How is Nirvana broken?"

The world of thousands is like a bubble, broken by him.

Xuan Yuan's thoughts were immediately disturbed by his words, and the tragic Nirvana was once again in front of Sheng Lingyuan.

Nirvana is fragile, and its causes are strange. Because part of the memory is hidden, there must be incoherent and unsustainable places, sometimes touching the scene without reason, and he forgets things, and the love is still there, and it ’s easy for nirvana to be washed away by too strong emotions. Shattered.

Sometimes he was tired of playing in the world himself, and couldn't figure out how to roll in such a lively ten feet of red dust. How could he be born with loneliness, so he was curious to investigate.

More often, he caught up with the war again, he was forced to quell the abyss that was about to move, and he was unable to maintain the skills on Nirvana.

Sheng Lingyuan read it one by one, with a heart that was harder than when he jumped into Abyss.

"Enough!" Xuan Xun opened his wings fiercely, and the only thing his Majesty did not learn in his life was not to take advantage of the situation, but to escape ... no matter how scared or unbearable he was.

Xuan Yuan had to flee for him and let him be quiet.

There must be a limit to the distance that can be shared by that little blood. The signal of this gadget can never be stronger than China Mobile.

However, as soon as this idea came up, he was immediately captured by Sheng Lingyuan. His wings did not have time to unfold, and a large mass of black mist suddenly rose on the ground. Numerous filaments grew out of the black mist, cobweb-like, entangled him firmly. Wings, forcibly dragged him down.

At the same time, Sheng Lingyuan clasped his chest, as if trying to dig out his heart and throw it away. Then, thin blood dripped from the corner of his trembling mouth.

Xuan Yuan jumped the flames on his wings and broke away from the dark mist: "Lingyuan, you ..."

Sheng Lingyuan's voice was like a cracked iron piece with years of rust.

"Why aren't you prosperous? You're prosperous ... keke ..." He laughed lowly and choked again. "Dan Li ... Dan Liming knew the secret of rebirth and kept concealing it to death, you You still believe him ... you still ... "

In fact, the naive and naive sword spirit of the year was really confused, but after many years, the demon's mental maturity was too late, and thousands of years were enough for him to grow up.

If Xuan Yuan was right, to fight the Abyss Fire, he might have asked him to be a true Suzaku descendant. Lingyuan is a half-breed, and his blood is too thin.

After 20 years of melee, how many races are there on the mainland? countless. Really doing "blood cleansing", even if Dan centrifugal is fierce, can he finish the kill? Impossible, the mosquitoes and rodents that are centrally treated every year are not cleaned, let alone humans. Dan Li wouldn't be able to figure this out, but there is only one Suzaku Tianling left in the world. He can only slaughter and weaken the various races frantically, and finally let Suzaku Tianling willingly sacrifice Akabuchi.

When Ling Yuan cuts his Suzaku bloodline, it is impossible to short-sightedly see that there is a great demon who destroys the earth in the world. In a few years, "self" will destroy everything he created. So the biggest possibility is that he knows that the magic is from Abyss, including the demon.

Once the Abyss fire is extinguished, the magic of the demon will not expand infinitely. At that time, how can he have the strength to bear more than nine hundred heads like the demon king? It must be that the five senses are cut off and the seven feelings are gone.

But even if Xuan Yuan knew everything now, and let him choose again, he would still choose to keep that bloodline of Sheng Lingyuan, even if the chance of returning that bloodline to him was slim.

Unfortunately, the situation was persecuted that year, Dan Li really couldn't wait for this little Suzaku Tianling to mature, and to blame Sheng Lingyuan for over-protection. As a last resort, he had prepared a "cheating device" for nirvana.

"Who wants to ..." Sheng Lingyuan was so breathless that he could hardly breathe, but his tone was rare and fierce and cold, "You come to save me?"

He naturally knows how to use words to control others. Whenever he speaks, no matter what is good or bad, he must purposefully catch others' itchiness or weakness. He always thinks that only useless waste will keep his mouth open and vent his anger.

"I ... Zi Luozi has no regrets ... keke, is it a skin cramp or a frustration, I have my own opinion ..."

Life is no joy, death is meaningless, this body and soul, come here to buy and sell, it is a burden on the body, there is nothing to regret when you give it up. On what grounds do you pretend to spend the most precious things of his life?

How many days and nights are those who feel extravagant even in memories.

"It takes you a little ..."

Xuan Yuan suddenly pressed over without warning, blocking his mouth.

Xuan Yuan was totally impulsive, and he didn't even have an idea in advance. Sheng Lingyuan was caught back by his back from the waist, and even took two steps back. There was no place at the foot to settle the center of gravity. He just felt that the huge wings were heavier. Yes, he pushed him backwards, and the wings were slumped together, resting on the ground.

It envelops him in a precious place, just like the sword Lingzhen in that year swallowed the blood of Suzaku abandoned by him.

Soft and hot, familiar and unfamiliar.

Like fine wine agar, a drop can intoxicate him for thousands of years. That's the taste of Sheng Lingyuan's repeated thoughts in the spring breeze of Dongchuan, but the admiration of returning to admiration, he dare to say that he had never thought of delusions except in the dreams of embarrassment in his youth, because mortals holding treasures did not own treasure Just for temporary storage, how dare you guard the burglary.

But even if the wine was splashed on the open wound, it still hurt. Sheng Lingyuan's first reaction was to avoid it as if he was burnt.

Xuan Yuan was actually startled by himself, but when he finally met a real person, he suddenly had no thoughts.

Anyway, there was no place to hide things on the snowy night at Du Ling Palace, and Sheng Lingyuan saw it.

Just wanton, what else?

He simply broke the jar and closed his eyes, holding up the back of Sheng Lingyuan. His five fingers penetrated into the cold blue silk, and he had to pry open the cold teeth of Sheng Lingyuan.

At that time, thirty-six Suzaku bones had been damaged in the depths of the Abyss, and only this one was broken. What else?

The last thought seemed to offend "Tianyan", and his stubborn Majesty suddenly became angry, pinching his neck, and the black mist of the fingertips swept across the skin, making people shudder. Xuan Yuan tasted bloody, and he almost had the illusion of being split and swallowed by the other party.

Then Sheng Lingyuan suddenly shoved him away, only time to cover his mouth with his head, and the red blood turned black along his fingers, dripping all over Xuanyuan's wings.

The blood of Suzaku, who had been stripped off for thousands of years, stabbed into his heart, took root, flowed into the limbs, and forced the poisonous blood frozen in the sea. His entire portrait was about to be burned, and he could not curl up, his feathers wrapped around him suddenly lost color, and his eyes went dark.

In the mountains and forests, all the cold-tolerant birds flew up, and the field control office that was checking the scene looked up in surprise, and saw them hovering and crying, as if wailing and joy.

The damaged energy monitor didn't respond, and the field staff couldn't help but stand up. A new field youth was nervous and nervous, shaking his hands and pulling out a piece of rune paper. He was trembling to paste the weird plastic rubber doll. Four death sights were nailed in place by Wang Ze and Xiao Zheng.

For a while, nothing happened, and the birds flew towards the distant hill.

Only Jin Wu quietly sank to the west, holding up a cloud of flame-like glow on the horizon. 2k novel reading network