Pursuit of the Truth

The third volume is named after the 580th chapter of the disaster!

"That's good, fake or heavy... heavy or..." Su Ming looked at the sea in the distance and whispered to himself.

What is important... How can it not matter, that is his best memory, that is his Wushan... that is the yellow book that was picked up by the breeze of incomprehensible...

"Not important." Su Ming closed his eyes. When he opened for a long time, he felt a little tired. This kind of exhaustion is not the body, but the soul.

For example, burying a whole city, blowing out all the lights, not touching the darkness, but the strangeness that can't be seen, and the sunset of who doesn't know who, who's face, who's been a child for more than ten years... ...

From the scene of the scene after leaving Wushan, it appeared in his mind, and finally turned into a huge clump, which made people invisible, unclear, and unreasonable.

This feeling of exhaustion sprouted in Su Ming's heart. As time went by, it would become deeper and deeper, until it occupied all of him, and turned into his own look, the lingering loneliness.

The wind, blowing the sea, in the sparkling light, reflects the clouds that gradually fade away from the sky. It is the sunset outside the clouds. The clouds look at the sunset, and Su Mingru holds a wooden raft called Lonely. But I can't swim the sea of ​​memories, I won't let go of my hand...

He stood there, the hair blown by the wind, such as the dance swaying in life, the wind blowing through the gap between the hair, the sound that brought up, became the saddest piece of music in the years.

When Bai Su left in Chenling and Chen Xin, she woke up from the magical territory. Her world was in a clear moment. What she saw was that Su Ming looked at Haitian.

It was very quiet all around, the white robes of the Lord of Heaven, and the people who had chosen to stand on the left before, and they were silent at the moment.

The exhaustion in Su Ming’s heart is like a soft song. The song is scattered and people are immersed in this silence. They are unwilling to pass any sound and are unwilling to interrupt.

It’s just... this song about Wushan... I don’t know how the years ended, who gave it...

Su Ming has not shed tears for a long time. At this moment, his eyes are gradually shed, but the tears flow out. He does not know and seems to have forgotten his existence.

The color of the tears was transparent, but when he crossed the face of Su Ming, he seemed to be contaminated with his loneliness, which made him fall into the corner of Su Ming’s mouth.

Perhaps everyone's tears have no taste when they just flow out. For example, the rain just born is gradually changed in the color of the cheek in the course of his life, and gradually becomes bitter.

When she didn't know when she came to Su Ming's side, her face was pale. She looked at Su Ming, gently raised her hand and dyed her fingertips with Su Ming's tears.

"Thank you." Su Ming whispered openly, and the fingertip touched the temperature of his face, letting him open his eyes.

The setting sun shines through the clouds, and it is slightly red, sprinkled on the sea, and looks like a bright and colorful... This scene is beautiful, the slender Su Ming, the beautiful white body, the hair blown by the wind, and Around the sea... a giant head that emerged.

It’s just the shackles of the sea giants that broke this beautiful picture and shattered the silence. The sound was low and it was not scattered by the departure of Beiling.

Almost at the moment when the sea giants roared, Su Ming raised his hand and gently grabbed it toward the sky. Under this grasp, it was not the sky, but the sea. The sea triumphantly formed a huge scene. The whirlpool, the whirlwind of this whirlpool, made the sea giants in them struggle, and even the crickets were drowned by the sound of the waves.

Gradually, the people around them looked at Su Ming’s eyes with a strong fear and a little fear, because the vortex of the sea turned faster and faster, and at the end, at the extreme speed, the wind picked up The water has become a knife that can cut flesh and blood and separate broken bones!

A scream of screaming, trying to escape again and again, all under the whirlpool of the whirlpool, can not play the slightest role, can only be turned into a red blood, and the flesh and blood that is diverted from the bones.

Until ... there is no complete sea giant in the sea, there is only a red sea in the broken bones, Su Ming's right hand slowly hold.

In the moment when he held the fist, the rotating sea surface floated apart from a drop of blood. The blood was condensed and condensed into a huge blood ball in front of Su Ming.

With the appearance of blood cells, the sea water has restored its original color. The blood group floating in front of Su Ming, there is a ghost shadow of the giants of nearly a hundred seas, and sometimes only the heart can feel it. Mourning.

The blood group is boiling, shrinking under constant condensation, slowly shrinking, until finally, turned into a scary red like a fingernail, floating toward Su Ming.

Su Ming suddenly raised his head, and the loneliness of his double-mindedness was buried in the bottom of his heart. It was revealed that it was the calm of the past. His right hand suddenly lifted up, and the index finger was on the blood, while the blood was hooked. If his fingertips become a pen, stroke through the air, a stroke, a stroke, a stroke...

Su Ming did not know how many pens he had drawn. A complicated rune emerged in front of him. The rune was bloody, and it showed a vitality. It was the cohesion of all the giants of the sea.

The commandment, a slogan, can represent all!

Su Ming will not tamper with life, but in the sentiment of the black wood, under the constant exploration, although he woke up on the way, he did not fully realize it, but he touched a layer that he did not know before.

Life!

Everyone has a different life! That is the pattern of vitality. It is the most embarrassing light in a living body. This kind of light is not visible to everyone, but if it is extinguished, life is extinct. If it is changed, the fate will change dramatically!

This is numerology!

The smile of his face appeared in his mind, and the thick look of the tiger appeared, as well as the figure that stood in front of him and was guarded by mountains.

"Although I have a little groping for my life, I still don't know what to do... I won't tamper with numerology, nor will I let the dead resurrect... But my blood and hair can make Simaxin's puppets alive. My life is so strange in this dying place, then I can use the vitality of my blood as a guide, and let my brothers recover from my life!" Su Ming muttered inside, the rune he painted It was his feelings in the black wooden block that, at the last moment, before the moment of waking up, came to mind, the only thing!

The appearance of this rune is the result of Su Ming's sentiment. At the same time as he appears, he is familiar with it, and he is familiar with it, such as this rune is himself!

This is the imprint of his numerology, Su Ming can feel that this imprint is still incomplete, but even so, it still contains his life.

Under the painting of the rune of the rune, the clouds in the sky suddenly stand still, and do not move. The surrounding sea is even more strange and there is no wave. If the wave of Fangcai has life, it is not revealed at this moment.

At the moment, Su Ming’s body exudes a very strong life-changing atmosphere. This breath circulates in all directions, and the sky is thick, and the thick clouds of the sky fade away. Gradually, it is It was a lot thinner, so that Su Ming was sitting there, there was a sunset, and the light was stronger than the surrounding, reflecting through the clouds.

Bai Suzhen looked at Su Ming. In her pupil, Su Ming’s hair was at this moment, and gradually there was a vicissitude...

The color of the vicissitudes of life is gray, white, and it is an innocent snow.

A sum of strokes, while drawing the final stroke, Su Ming bite the tip of the tongue and squirt a blood, the blood spilled on the **** rune, making the rune agile and glaring. The light, when Su Ming raised his right hand, was hooked to the tiger lying there, stepping away.

This step fell, Su Ming has stood in front of the tiger's body, the right index finger with the **** rune imprint, with the life that belongs to him Su Ming himself, suddenly, on the eyebrows of the tiger.

At the moment when his finger touched the eyebrow of the tiger, Su Ming’s hair, with the speed visible to the naked eye, had a lot of hair, and it was white and white!

The tiger's body was shocked, and his eyebrows suddenly appeared, and the rune was printed. The rune was flashing, such as the body of the tiger and its soul.

A touch of blood flashed from the tiger's eyebrows, covering the whole body. When the blood color spread to his chest, the tear of the tiger's chest was wiped away, and as the blood flowed until it spread to the whole body, The tiger's arms were restored from the flesh and blood.

The sound of snoring came from the mouth of the tiger, and the voice was like thunder, earth-shattering...

The tiger is not Shouyuan severed. He is suffering from incurable healing and has lost all his vitality. This kind of repair is much simpler than taking the life of the sky, but it is very difficult for people to do it. Only the people who are killed, Only then can people who are so injured recover as usual!

Su Ming has no ability to change the numerology of the tiger, but he can let his own numerology, nourish the other side, let the tiger wake up!

However, after all, Su Ming has not really entered the road of life. He just squats on the threshold. As a result, the move to heal the tiger has to pay a great price to him.

But even if the price is big, Su Ming will not hesitate a little bit, because... this is the tiger, this is his three brothers Su Ming!

After hearing the snoring of the tiger, Su Ming’s pale face showed a smile. At this moment, the clouds on the sky were constantly thin, and there was a golden light, which was completely reflected in the thin gap of the clouds. Su Ming’s body was shining on his hair.

It is black, white and miscellaneous. It is a vicissitudes of gray and gray. It is a candle in the clouds, homeless, or the sorrow of hometown...

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