Pirate’s Infinite Wings

Fang Lang didn't have any pain in his hands, which was not a good thing. Fang Lang struggled and took a few steps forward, and sat down leaning against the entrance of the cave in the silent valley, panting. This panting sound is like thunder, and the sound spreads far away, echoing continuously, as if there is a huge monster sleeping in this underground.

Fang Lang just closed his eyes. Although closing his eyes made no difference, closing his eyes seemed to make him feel a little comfortable. Sitting at the mouth of the cave, he slowly began to form handprints in his hands, slowly emerging from the surrounding darkness in a thin gleam of crystal clear light.

The light is getting brighter and brighter, as if a star is rising around it. A flicker of silk floats like a jellyfish in a clear water. Slowly, the silk meteor shower shot into Fang Lang's body. Fang Lang's intuitive wave. The feeling of a little bit of that power back really turned him on.

Slowly, the spirit in his body also began to become a little plump. Except for the arm that has not yet regained consciousness, the body seems to have strength. I don't know how long. Only then was he free to consider the situation of those who had fled. Not so long ago, Jean Land was still in his arms, telling her fears. The parting came quietly before we got there so quickly.

She must have thought that I died in her heart, and she must be in pain now. Thinking of Fang Lang's mood at this time, his heart seemed to become a little sad. It seems that through the layers of space, Fang Lang can feel that the pain in her heart has turned into a river, and she is the source of this river.

"I hope you don't do stupid things." Fang Lang remembered what she said before, if she died, she would never live alone. That's what life and death are meant to follow, and for a strong woman like her, she's absolutely capable of it. Fang Lang just hoped that she had hope in her heart, that she could feel that she was still alive. One day, he will come back to her and hold her in his arms.

Every parting is like a melting pot, which makes the relationship deeper, the heart more fragile, and the heart stronger.

Maybe you can feel the warm hope in Fang Lang's heart. On the ground, a speeding carriage ran, looking at the sky through the curtains. There is darkness in the sky, just like the darkness above Fang Lang's head. At this moment, Ben Pao suddenly lifted that she was not afraid of the dark, but she didn't want the dark to pass sooner. Maybe in this dark night, she could feel Fang Lang's situation at that time, and she could feel the same panic, loneliness and hurt as him.

It's just one thing to see the darkness in the sky, and it's definitely not going to be a good day tomorrow. Their journey can become extremely difficult.

Tears fell silently in the corners of her eyes, and although she held them back, she always did half the work. One can suppress happiness, anger, but never sadness. In grief, the eyes are completely out of the body and belong only to emotion. Tears are always endless, driven by emotions that cannot be grasped.

She slowly closed her eyes and let the carriage jolt violently. When you open your eyes again, you will only feel that there is a curtain of water hanging in the world, which is blurry. When she was about to turn her face away, she suddenly saw a lone star under the dark clouds, shining brightly in the gaps in the dark clouds.

A long time ago, when she looked around the galaxy, she only felt that the galaxy was beautiful, but when she saw this lonely star, her eyes suddenly widened a little. ..