Diablo Destruction

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The heart of God turned out to be numb.

All kinds of things in the world can't escape the words of love and reason, love and hatred, seven emotions and six desires, or self-denial and obedience, even the most devout believers kneeling before God, they also have a desire in their hearts, within the framework of a constant human nature Among them, the scenes of tragic comedy that were staged were nothing more than the change of batches of actors. The essence has not changed. After watching it for a long time, we will naturally get bored.

By the time I realized this, it was too late. The initial curiosity and interest slowly faded away, and only a sense of responsibility gradually remained. I didn't realize it until the sense of responsibility could not conceal the coldness and dullness in my heart.

I realized that what was the loneliness and frustration hidden behind the wisdom of the previous generation of Luna, who commended the thorough knowledge of the world.

Realize that when a person is poor and ordinary, the numbness of loneliness.

Suddenly, I thought, how could the last generation of the moon gods who understood the truth of the world fall into the battle of original sin? Although the battle was tragic, it was ultimately induced by the world's excessive chaos and expansion*. The previous generation of Luna couldn’t see this, and it’s impossible to even get moths to extinguish the fire and cause it to fall. .

Moths put out the fire... Could it be said?

God can't commit suicide. He chooses the self-defeating god, not even the devil in the fallen hell.

I seem to understand what happened, and then there was a huge fear of wandering. Now, am I now stepping into the path that the previous moon **** once walked?

Could it be that one day, I will also...

Such thoughts gradually spread and engulfed my heart, making me panic all day long. I am not afraid of death. What I fear is that it becomes a walking dead.

In the end, I chose what the last generation of Luna liked to do the most.

Slumber.

Only by falling into a long sleep can this uneasy fear be forgotten. Perhaps, one day, when you wake up, you will find the answer to the problem, or... you can usher in the second battle of original sin.

On the laurel, it is my favorite place to rest and sleep. This is not a lonely high paradise, nor a turbid world full of *. It is between the two, as if it is the midpoint of heaven and earth, with The power of balance that relaxes you.

Perhaps in such a place, his numb heart can also be washed slowly in that clear spring and regain his vitality.

Then, it was a long, long sleep.

Until—the thing that changed everything, the voice of the trembling soul sounded from under the tree.

After reading the warm and cold numbness of emotions, the simple things of beauty and ugliness, good and bad, can no longer produce the slightest fluctuations. Only the things beyond them that directly shock the soul can cause a wave of irrelevance. Beautiful and ugly.

Of course, if not by yourself, but by the standard of mortal life, if the taste of mortal life has not changed drastically during this long period of sleep, the voice is indeed... very bad, quite bad.

Quietly staring at the young man who appeared under the laurel and holding the accordion and singing songs, I thought so.

How did he come in here? It should be impossible.

This question may be very important, but it may not matter, at least, I quickly thought of others.

As long as he doesn’t show up, it’s impossible for the teenager to find himself. After he leaves, he probably won’t find a way back here. For himself, this is just a trivial episode in a long sleep. For teenagers, it may be regarded as a true and false dream.

Just like two strangers, encountering the probability of one millionth in millions of times in life, passing each other, that's all.

But what if you show up? What will happen?

After reading countless hearts in the world, I was confused and... long-lost curiosity, why, why? Is it because the protagonist of this story is yourself?

Perhaps this may be the opportunity he has been waiting for.

Quietly watching the teenager finish singing, tired of singing, fell asleep, and waited for him to wake up quietly.

Then, with an uncontrollable strangeness and longing...

"who are you?"

The memories of each other, when this sentence sounded, were perfectly connected, and then overlapped together, without any errors. At this moment, the dreams made during the journey, at this moment, in the mind, all replayed, and there was a voice.

"Who are you?" The young man was startled and raised his head, as if he saw the bright moon rising on the laurel tree, and the three pairs of white wings looming interweave with the green leaves, just like a sea of ​​life and moonlight.

Even after seeing such an astonishing scene, the young man's heart is still quite good, and there is quite a sudden wind of pigs.

"Here is my resting place." A clear and sweet voice continued to come from the tree. The teenager found out at this time that this voice was so nice, and it made him have the urge to worship.

However, you can't lose, but here is the soul refuge you just found!

The teenager seemed to be broken into the ground by someone... Little Tiger~www.readwn.com~ The tension and anger in his heart made him get rid of what he saw in his eyes, what he heard in his ears, and he jumped up immediately Shouted loudly at the tree crown.

"Nonsense, when I came here, I obviously didn't see anyone in the tree. The person who first found it was me, and the person who occupied it first was me. It was me who came first, and obviously I came first!"

"The song you just sang, the song you sang, is very special."

"Huh, really? Do you really think so?" The teenager's feelings, like the weather in June, say that they change. The previous moment was also very angry because of their territory being occupied, and the next moment, immediately Become a surprise.

"Well, it's special, I don't lie."

"Great, I finally found it. I didn't expect to find it here. This must be the guidance of God. It must be!" Hearing no meaning from the voice, the boy cheered suddenly, even exulting, embarrassed Wiped off the corners of his eyes, he showed a childish pretense mature gesture.

"Well, because you are the only one who appreciates my art, I will allow you to be on my site."

(To be continued.)