The Bald Monk in the City

"I have forgotten the world for so long..."

"While Xing Yao was still floating in the sky, I fiddled with my fire on the top of the mountains..."

"It was a happy time, I forged my will."

"The indestructible shield, the destroying warhammer..."

"Most of those works have been discarded by me. They have caused me trouble..."

Orn Sarek Bass was tearing at the meat pieces exuding heat and tyranny, while slowly telling his story.

He likes to speak to these mortals, because most of them don't live long.

He wants his story to be understood by someone, but he does not necessarily need it to live forever.

Yi Qiu listened to Ornn Sarekbas's mumble, this is undoubtedly a lonely ancient god.

In the endless years, the eternal will like an ancient **** will also fall into some confusion.

In other words, those feelings that have accumulated more and more are fermenting silently.

It exudes a deep fragrance, with some regretful bitterness, but also with some passing sweetness...

But for Yi Qiu, these are all the dust deposited under the vast abyss.

They will not be forgotten, but they will never be able to flow out of the warm past...

"Are you upset too, Yi Qiu?"

"We will always do something wrong. They don't necessarily make you painful, but after a long period of time, they will make you a little depressed and unforgettable..."

Ornn Sarekbus wiped his beard as thick as a forest, and it suddenly became greasy.

"It was like this a long time ago..."

Yi Qiu gnawed at the cooked meat and said.

The flesh and blood of the virtual spirit Danris Whale was tougher than he had imagined.

This is now Yi Qiu apart from the core of the plane, there are few foods that can experience a complete eating experience.

It is full of unimaginable tenacity, ordinary magic and blades can not leave any marks on it.

That vigorous and active vitality sang endlessly among the dead muscles...

Singing, it belongs to the legend of the king of the ancient sea, just like chanting in the ancient ritual...

"So now?"

Orn Sarekbas is a little curious, he rarely meets monks.

Or even if they met, those guys always left far away.

They have their mission, which makes them as calm as a mountain, but also with almost suffocating pressure.

The dangers of the world depend on one person or one organization.

That kind of honor and responsibility intertwined is enough to change certain things...

So for Yi Qiu, Orn Sarekbas is full of curiosity.

In his view, this is a sufficiently different monk.

However, under the behavioral pattern that seems to be "apostate", he can deeply feel his path of continuation of tradition and suffering...

"just now……"

Yi Qiu stopped enjoying the food, he said directly without pondering for too long:

"Now, I have put them in my own soul sea."

After Yi Qiu paused, he stretched out his right hand.

It was one of the first two arms he had, and it was his main organ for eating and working.

Except for the engraved psionic tattoo on the hand that once belonged to a mortal thing.

There are still some oils flickering now, they are burning invisibly, like a fierce flame.

The lines that belong to mortals have become smooth under the control of Qi.

He no longer needs those shallow furrows attached to the skin to increase the friction with the substance.

And he no longer needs those negative emotions to remind him of the mortal emotions...

"I am no longer affected and restrained by them..."

"Just like the turbulent abyss, it will never be overthrown by the influence of the storm..."

Yi Qiu put down his hand, he has changed, he still sticks to...

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"Then, I will leave..."

Ornn Sarek Bass looked at Yi Qiu, and there was not much meat left on the rocks at this moment.

Orn Sarekbus and Yi Qiu had a very good chat, but unfortunately he had his own way to go forward.

In his view, each path of life should be independent.

They may converge from time to time, but they still need to face a longer period of solitary defense.

"If it goes well, our roads will no longer converge..."

Ornn Sarekbus collected the greasy stone into the crevice of the void, and he called the ancient fire.

Then he stretched his hand in!

Yi Qiu could feel the high temperature of the fire, it was naturally not a material flame.

It was burning blazingly, emitting eternal light like a star.

But during the flooding period, it is even more difficult to describe.

It unfolds comfortably, and Xiang Yi Qiu depicts an ancient and creative picture...

"I have not used it for 3,529 years..."

Ornn Sarekbus looked at the ancient fire in front of him, and his eyes were filled with another complex emotion.

There may be nostalgia, pain, and unforgettable past...

"Before leaving~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I want to leave some memories for you, this is my habit..."

"I have nothing to give away. As I said, I haven't used it for a long time."

"Perhaps, you have something you need my help-I am a pretty good forger..."

Orn Sarek Bass retracted his gaze at the furnace, and then said to Yi Qiu.

"forging?"

Yi Qiu looked at Orn Sarek Bas, he didn't understand the idea of ​​this ancient god.

However, he thinks this ancient **** is not bad.

It's not because of his friendly attitude, or the meat that is full of enough taste.

It is his philosophy and world view of the world and all things, which is quite recognized by Yi Qiu.

The interlacing of ideas will bring about deeper friendship.

For the existence of the concept of life beyond the mortal, their friendship does not necessarily need the accumulation of time as a basis.

Increasingly similar ideas and beliefs will make two completely unfamiliar beings quickly become inseparable close friends.

But unfortunately, on the path of eternity, every life is withdrawn...

"Is this ok?"

Yi Qiu took out Shi'e from his backpack, then looked at Orn Sarekbas and said.

"The Weapon of Killing God..."

"This is rare..."

Orn Sarekbus looked at Sae, his eyes filled with some kind of scrutiny and appreciation.

It's not because of the craftsmanship that began with the ordinary things, but the spirit that was nurtured in it:

If it weren't for the idea of ​​resistance so transparent, how could it defeat the shield of divine nature?

"I think, I know what to do..."

Orn Sarek Bass muttered for a while and then slowly said...

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