Bird: K of Green

Time seems to be dead, trembling with the majestic rain.

The flames of war have occupied the core of Germany, coiled inside, and will soon be annexed.The tents are next to each other and distributed beside the water.Someone stamped their feet to remove the mud and rain, and then opened the curtain of the tent.The young man murmured and put down the pickaxe, took off his military jacket and twisted it into a roll vigorously, the water was squeezed out and seeped into the felt blanket, turning into dark dots.He walked to the charcoal basin, flattened his crumpled coat and put it on the rack. His inner shirt was still wet and pressed against his chest, making him look dirty and embarrassed.Behind the table in the corner, a woman put down the pen in her hand, shook her head, and called out helplessly...

All conditioned dharmas are like dream bubbles, dew and electricity, and should be viewed in this way.

The shredded tobacco is peeling and shiny, and the smell of flowers and fruits, sesame oil, and coca is very strange.Destiny circulates in the three worlds through cause and effect, and Thangka is illuminated by the wall fire—King Matou Ming is the incarnation of his father's voice in the three realms with a wrathful appearance——Su Jiuna was so frightened by Thangka that he lost his color, retreated step by step, and resisted. on the wall.

The earth ushered in the first ray of dawn.Some pictures were suddenly ignited by the raging wall fire and burned in his mind. He still couldn't figure out what was going on, he could only visualize it.However, he feels that this kind of visualization will also allow him to glimpse a life that does not belong to him at all. Some of the dead past will be poured into his head little by little, forcing him to absorb too many emotions and perceptions that do not belong to him,— — not to scare people, it is very scary, but it is true.Just like the nightmares he had frequently some time ago, and some kind of torrent in the bone marrow, it made him tremble all over.

After his arrival, before he could speak, Grandpa took the initiative to tell him about the past, and then asked four big questions, which made him stiff and uneasy.He couldn't find the answer, or he didn't dare to make a choice easily.Because Liu said that people are responsible for their own choices, so before he knows whether he can take corresponding responsibility for a certain choice in the future, he will not easily express his position.

So he stared at his grandfather Zhou Zheng's strange face, "I don't need to answer your strange questions, because I'm not here to answer your questions." Twisting his neck, he approached step by step, "Thank you, this time You finally told me all the things about me, thank you, thank you, because no one would do this before. In this way, it also confirmed my certain guess, um, it turns out that the golden monster and our family are so similar Is it destined?" He said a few words jokingly, and the beards under the two black holes on the opposite side trembled because of these few words of ridicule, and he felt a little pleasure from being superior to each other.

"But I might disappoint you," he looked at his grandfather, and the atmosphere of confrontation formed between the grandfather and grandson in the room made the original seriousness even more serious, "To be honest, I don't care much What you said, I don’t bother to talk to you about my impressions after hearing it. Let me just briefly talk about the reason why I went home to meet you this time. I have already learned that the place where the green king Bishuiliu is held is on Xueyuan Island , then I will launch a rescue operation in the near future. As a descendant of the family, this trip is full of dangers, and life and death are uncertain, so I come here to pass on the news. You have made plans early, arranged for my parents to have another one, and I hope you can hold another grandson before you die, this time it is absolutely colorless."

Sukuna straightened his collar pin, took a deep breath, "Farewell." After saying that, he turned around flickeringly and threw his back to the old man, twisted the doorknob, and fled this place like a fly.

Summer insects can't talk about ice.

He ran fast, holding the ceiling of Jehovah's judgment of the earth, and stepped down the spiral staircase round and round, hurried and flustered, as if an overwhelmed human being wanted to escape from the rut of the six realms of reincarnation.Finally, he ran to the chess sculpture in the garden, circled by the old rusted knocker of the fence.He palmed his legs, panting heavily under the green quilt, his face flushed from the tension before and the panic later.

Under the skin, there is warm blood boiling.The outside world cannot stop heating it, otherwise, it will cool down.Sukuna yearns for power, and Sukuna yearns for power, but behind power and power, the true meaning behind it, how can it just stop at such a simple and straightforward desire of a child?

Form and emptiness, formless to pass on and obsessed to perish, family and country, war and peace, cause and effect, family, love, friendship - why can't it be compared with that stone slab.The questioner is asking who, the previous generation of the King of Gold, or the descendants of Wutiao who became the Golden Crown Prince nearly 14 years later.These, whether you know or not, if you know, how much you know.

Flowers fall in dreams.Life and death are revolving, and the king's spirit lurks in the bottom of the sea, urgently waiting to be awakened.He clearly knew that he could not escape the giant hand of fate, and he had already vaguely felt that he had almost accepted it, but why was he still astonished like a prince who had lost his land after being told the truth.

No, no, no, you can't lose your country, don't worry you, it's been decided, you are the king.But if you're a king, you can't be Gojosukuna.You have to choose "emptiness", you know that all living beings have no form, your power should be spread for the common people in the world, you have a country, you must be in harmony, you can't be immersed in the ego, in the future, you have to use your best to build a possibility Sex, a result that is most beneficial to all beings, for you, self, family, love, friendship, all together, can no longer be compared with that broken stone.

To be a good king, take up your duties.And are you ready for this? —in this day when you have lost and haven't won back the one you love so much.

you have not.

At least now you don't, so don't wake up easily.

But if you don't wake up, you won't be able to fight a good battle, and you won't be able to win that person back with the most exciting battle.But even if you wake up, you still want to be an idiot and let that person teach you how to make the previous choices and how to be a good king.

That man is a good king.

The air is sticky, the cicadas are as lonely as Zen, the flowers are meditating, and there is a cry of cranes.The courtyard is deep, the sound of birds is like washing, and the flowers are like brocade.The swaying light and shadow outside the eaves of the corridor seem to be able to wash away the dry and wet blood on the black ground.The world is silent like poetry.

——To touch, to hug, to tweet.

Hurry up and let Liu come back to my side, he thought, trying to stand up bit by bit.His light-colored hair, slightly drenched with sweat, clings to his temples.Hurry up, hurry up and let Liu return to my side, he was still thinking this way repeatedly.

In the end, he found that he was still unconsciously and unavoidably relying on the flow in his mind.He even wanted to dig out Liu's heart from the ruins, split it open with a knife, stuff himself in it, sew it up, and forcefully tuck the five Sukuna's hearts back into Liu's chest.

Even though, there must have been Zi standing there first.

Sukuna covered his face.

First come, first served, this is really a sad and helpless reality that ultimately needs to be compromised.

He wanted to beat Zi more and more.That's right, regardless of Sanqi 21, let's beat him up first and let him get angry first. Anyway, Liuhui's loss to the Silver King in the front battle is definitely inseparable from Zi Meisha Yatogami Gorou.Munakata Reiji is an asshole, Silver King is an asshole, Yatogami Kuro is an asshole, and Murasaki is a big asshole.After the incident, he wanted to snatch the stream, and after this incident, Future and Zi would have an aboveboard snatching battle.Also, he will come of age with only four more years left, he wants to ask Liu for a coming-of-age ceremony, of course Liu will never agree, but at that time Liu probably can't beat him?But everything depends on the maturity of a certain time, and then, no one can shake his position.

Snapped.

Sukuna slapped himself hard.

Beast, what are you thinking? !

What are you capable of? You haven't even made it out yet, so you're too busy thinking about how to straighten out your Wujo Sukuna's little house in the future? ——Okay, just think about it to vent it, the position is here, it must not be settled outside, but first fight with Ziwo.Sukuna calmed down, cleared his mind, took out the terminal and called Zi.

What about the purple mask?The hair is tied up and down into two bundles, and then a bundle is put on the back of the head.The fine wound on the temple has completely healed.

The phoenix is ​​hidden in the cold smoke on the forest road, it is better to be wrong, and the secluded person is a heather in the sand island of Qiusha, and then it falls.Yu Shaoshen Zi is an extraterrestrial deity, he doesn't care whether the world is turbulent or not, whether there are little ghosts beating drums, whether the clouds, white mist and blood stain the mountains and rivers, teaching wind, horses and cows, they are all dyed transparent in his heart.A swallow stops by the water, a bird sleeps in the lake of his heart.

He just stood in front of the window looking at the scenery, Xixia was blowing on his cheeks with the wind, and the piano was propped on his shoulders.We are a little familiar with this scene. After he captured the Imperial Pillar Tower by himself the year before, he also looked at the scene in front of the window with this green bird in this posture. The slight difference is that he was not wearing home clothes, mask, hair and The imperial pillar tower has floor-to-ceiling windows. The biggest difference is that Liu was chatting with him on the piano at that time.

Zi picked up the terminal with a leisurely and lazy tone. "Hey, how is it?"

The child didn't know where he was, but he always seemed to be covering his mouth and speaking, his voice sounded muffled, as if the vocal cords were covered with flocculent mucus, making his voice really hoarse.Let me tell you a story, listen, Zi, Sukuna asked.Zi tested the dryness and humidity of the mask with the back of her finger, waiting for the other party's voice.

Wujo Sukuna almost named Guochang Road.

Since the Heian period, the Guochanglu clan and the Gojo clan have shared the world of Shinto. The Gojo family knew the existence of the Dresden stone slab and the kingship system, but Guochanglu Dajue went to Germany alone to become the king of gold and brought the slate back to Japan. And became the only king who really ruled Japan, the Guochang Lu family grew and became the only one out there, and the Gojo family could only live in a corner.so five