Nan Chan

Net Lin did not get better.

He was imprisoned in a narrow stone room, and Li Wei could no longer visit it anyway. Jiu Tianjun separated him from the sea, hiding in the darkness, as if to smash the phoenix sword. Four or five chains have been added to the chain, and there are layers of spells and spirits in the stone walls. The cumulative barriers completely eliminate all sounds.

Jing Lin can no longer distinguish between staying up late, he is buried deep in the dark. There are no doors and windows on all sides of the stone room. Only the slate above can slide and open. It is not appropriate to call it a "stone room" because it should be called sarcophagus. Jinglin can't get up and can't go down. The width of the stone bed is his free open space. He even hits the wall when he stands up.

No one cares, it will die forever.

The gleam of the inverse scale is the only brightness of Jinglin. He can also smell the taste of the sky from the beads, even if it is only blood.

Jing Lin can't think of the sky. Every time he recalls, the spell will happen once. The lines of the attack made him stunned, and the remaining demons would take the opportunity to bite his limbs. Net Lin hit the wall with his head and lingered in the endless pain. He rubbed his fingers against the cracks in the wall, and sometimes calmly counted the scars on his body, sometimes screaming at the stone wall.

He feels that he is going crazy.

Wake up only the sound of the chain, the sound of the chain.

The hair of Jinglin seems to be long. He uses his fingers to measure and measure it over and over again. There were a lot of whispers in his mouth, but he couldn't. He gradually felt that many things in the past began to blur.

"I am Jinglin."

The net Lin pulled out the sound dryly.

"I am Jinglin."

He struggled with chains and whispered endlessly to the darkness of nothing.

"I have love across the mountains... I am against the scales... My name is Jinglin... Ming Jintai... Yushu City... Seven Star Town... I am with him, he..."

Who is he?

Jing Lin sneaked on the hair, and he was attached to the wall: "I want to form a good relationship with him." Seven Star Town... Ming Jintai... Come pick me up, pick me up..."

The curse line rushed to the buccal surface, and the thorns were wrapped around the neck, tightening. The net lining beast generally hits his head with force, his blood is wet, and he screams hoarsely: "At Mingjintai! I am waiting for you at Mingjintai! Waiting for you... take me home... Who, who? I have something Love across the mountains... I have..."

Net Lin’s neck is tight, and even breathing is difficult. He licked his throat and the chain swayed as he gasped. Net Lin desperately widened his eyes, as if looking at the fog, and separated him from that person. The net murmur twitched, and he suddenly climbed up and hurriedly stroked the wall with his nails. The nails are broken. Dragging long blood marks on the wall.

A dragon.

Jing Lin put the palm and cheek on the blood mark. He smiled suddenly in the cone pain. He had already burst into tears, just clinging to the blood mark, as if sticking to the dragon.

"... brother."

The net sorrow and sorrow shouted.

"Take me home."

I don't know how long it took, when the net lining occurred once, it was a trace on the wall. He couldn't see clearly, so he didn't know that the wall had been staggered with blood, but he was getting more and more awake.

The net Lin pinched the beads and the scales, leaning against the wall. He meditated on words he couldn't understand, slightly tilting his head.

The top is slammed.

Jing Lin picked up the beads and reversed the scales and only turned his eyes.

The slate was dull and was pushed open. The person who came is not Li Wei, nor is it a familiar person, but a snow charm.

The snow charm slipped in and held the bowl of water. He was as light as the wind, with a cold sigh, and ringing in the air. He did not hand the water to the net, but slowly fell on the edge of the stone bed, and sneaked into the face of Jinglin.

"Jun Shang." Snow charm said faintly, "Are you crazy?"

Net Lin heard the voice again, but half of it could not be reacted. He frowned, and turned his head slowly in the sound of the snow.

"Insane." Jing Lin sounds stagnation, he pushes the chain and leans down from the stone bed. "I am crazy."

"Admirable." Snow charm squeezed out laughter, "Lin Songjun ... is not Lin Songjun!" He suddenly put away a smile, said cold, "Why don't you die."

The water slammed into the face of Jinglin, and the snow charm smashed the bowl. He is like a ghost of swimming, approaching the net.

"I chased you for dozens of miles, you just have to go back and you can see the fire rushing to the sky. Qing Yao slammed the door frame, she shouted at you in the fire." Snow charm sounds soft, "Nine brothers... Jiu brother... She is full of thought that you will turn around! But you are so anxious to run, even ignore the abnormality of her first day. How do you match your brother? You are a stone heart!"

The net lining tipped with drops of water, and he stared blankly at the snow charm, whispering: "Lie."

Snow charm can not help but scorn: "Lie? I asked someone to give you news on the eve of the incident, what did you do? You did not put her in the heart! You are selfish! Now you want to escape."

Jing Lin did not answer, he could not remember who gave him the news.

Snow charm swims to the side of Jinglin, saying: "You are in the middle of the hill, and she is in the door. The squatting animals are actually playing the banner of their elder brothers..." He snorted, "You and the Emperor killed together." Her, you are the executioner! Jing Lin, you are going crazy... you are going to die... you are finished!"

Jinglin was stabbed. He buried himself in his arms and twitched in confusion.

"You killed her. You damn, you killed her! She is already sick like that. She is just a little girl! You have to use her to make a name..." He said with a grin, "Hello, you. Born to be born!"

Jing Lin’s back was thin and his fingers were shaking. The demons came out again, they eroded the internal organs of the net, and turned the sea of ​​Linglin. The confusing pain swam along the back, and Jing Lin refused to answer. He was tortured by these pains and even needed to rely on the impact of external forces to ease stability.

He did not save the dragon, and he did not save to Qingyuan. He seems to be walking on a rope and is in jeopardy. What is the truth of the past when the morality of the past has collapsed? He is a sword for the tiger, he is still a wicked person who lie!

He is embarrassed and unrecognizable.

Snow charm whispered: "This is good, you have spent a lifetime here. You are repenting in this gully, you are sorry for Qing Yao, you are sorry for the name. You are deceiving the world, you lied to the world, you It is not a person who upholds justice."

"You live in the world, but Qingyuan died in the skyfire. You should taste the burning of the fire, will you hurt? Lin Songjun! Will you?"

"You are a kind of person with the monarch. He has already dared to call the father of the world! You must have done it. You should be the first! What is Qingyuan? You will develop the blood of the world into a big disaster, and only blame her for being alone. She is just a child!"

"I am waiting for you to die without a whole body. Lin Songjun, Lin Songjun!"

Net Lin can't tell the sound. When he was dragged up, it was difficult to distinguish people. In front of the eyes, it is the hysterical snow charm, but Li Wei’s screaming. He was screaming in the ear, and he struggled to escape. However, the chain will bring him back several times, more and more people, he was suddenly sighed.

The nine-day monarch was asked to ask, "Is it good?"

Jing Lin was dim in front of his eyes. He shook the chain and was unable to answer the words between his neck. He stared at Jiu Tianjun and gasped.

Jiu Tianjun sighed: "I don't know how to repent, it really makes me feel bad."

Net Lin fell into darkness.

He became very violent, and he held the wall and was caught by the spell. He feels that he is no longer an individual and he is losing everything. When he arrived at the wall, he couldn't even remember who he was thinking about. He glared at the wall in anger and snarled in the smashing stone.

He wants to go out.

He is going to find a dragon.

However, when Jinglin was occasionally calm, the scales were on his palms, indicating the pain of scales. He groaned and touched his chest, and suddenly he felt as if he was dead.

Jiu Tianjun became difficult, and he changed his predecessor and was keen to visit Jinglin. He will stand on the top and ask the net Lin with kindness.

"Is it good today?"

Jinglin will not answer.

Jiu Tianjun will sigh again, and Lin Lin will return to the darkness.

Every time, Jinglin draws lines at the touch of his hand. It can stop the pain like this. When no one comes, he will mark the wall with his nails. These are dense and indistinct. The line is his "dragon".

I have a heart.

Jing Lin said to himself with difficulty.

In the clouds, in the Bohai Sea, in the heart.

The hair of Jinglin has been able to be dragged under the bed. He is unkempt and draws the wall without any gaps. The spell no longer subsides, it loops in the neck of the net. The Linghai of Jinglin is still full, even if the demon and the curse are hitting and biting him, the dragon's interest has always been protecting his roots.

The lotus pattern of the palm is cut by the net, and it will gradually heal as old. He won't die, even if he is already scarred and mad, he can't die.

Because the dragon is stationed in his body.

He belongs to a dragon, and a dragon belongs to him.

When Net Lin can't stand it, he will recite the place name to himself, from Jiutianmen to Qixing Town, and then from Qixing Town to the North High Wall. He never forgets this, never let go of the scales and beads.

But one day, perhaps one night, when Lin Lin woke up, she fell into a long silence. He spent more time to remember, only to think of a dragon in confusion.

Jing Lin leaned back for a long time, and even forgot to forget.

"Net Lin." Li Wei joined in the gap, "...the brother brought the cake."

The oily paper with the remaining heat was placed in front of him, and Li Wei peeled it off with his fingers to reveal the pastry inside. His sleeves are no longer white, but black. The traces of Jiutianmen are being reduced and become another kind of more unattainable luxury.

"... I will tell you something outside." Li Wei squatted. "Now the middle of the river is stable, the father has drawn the upper bound, and plans to fly in the sky. The name is Jiu Tianjing. We have set up the division division, which governs the three realms... The high wall in the north became a mountain." He paused and said, "My father left you a position, and the name of Lin Songjun could not be taken away. People thought you had been closed for many years."

He said a lot of words in a low-key manner. He thought that this time he would return without success. Who knows that Lin Lin suddenly found out the finger and put the pastry into the import.

The sweetness is between the teeth, and the net Lin has turned over the river. He suddenly put all the cakes in the mouth and gorged himself.

Li Wei was pleasantly surprised, and Lin Lin was filled with mouth and was coughed. Li Wei climbed up to get the water, and Lin Lin rubbed his lips between the gaps. A stone was drilled under the old robe, and the net swallowed the cake and took the stone head.

The stone and the net Lin looked at each other for a moment, turned and walked on the net and hands and climbed into the gap with the ground. It struggled to the edge, clumsily hangs its legs and climbs out.

When Li Wei came back, Jinglin had already finished eating the cake. He drank the water, then climbed under the gap and put a pair of eyes in the gap.

"You go to tell your father." Jing Lin said, "I want to close."

"You are also closing now."

"I want to get rid of the devil." Jing Lin pointed to his chest and said coldly, "Desperate desire - I want to go out."

Li Wei stared at him for a long while and said, "Okay."