There are a few days every month when my belly gets bigger

35. act3 Western Roman

Sui Guangle gently picked up the sword on the ground, the blade was cold, light, with a strange color, humming, and the tip of the sword automatically moved towards the heavy stone gate.

Izeksen burned his life and killed the owner of the Dark Tower, and this sword was also polluted by the breath of darkness.

The items of the Thorn family should not be desecrated by any forces.

He frowned slightly, and applied holy light to the long sword, and suddenly the strange blackness receded like a tide, revealing the original, bright silver color.

The silver-haired child took a deep breath, his immature face was reflected on the sword, his blue eyes stared firmly ahead——

He reached out and pushed the dark stone door.

The Shimen, which was built entirely from the raw stones of the night, was dark and dense. The moment the light in the hand touched it, it disappeared strangely, as if it had been eroded by the darkness, and a small depression appeared.

"The owner of this tower is said to be a dark mage, and the highest level was built with the night stone from the land of eternal night, which can swallow all light."

Extreme darkness and extreme light, maybe Shengguang can give it a try?

The moment the holy light touched the stone gate, the rough stones suddenly melted, and Sui Guangle watched them turn from solid to nothing, and then completely dissipated in the air.

Behind the stone gate that can only be passed by one person, there is a thick and fundamental darkness, as if the next step is nothingness, complete emptiness and dead silence.

He tentatively stretched out a hand, only the holy light can illuminate the faint space.

Sui Guangle exclaimed in a low voice.

Such a dead environment, no wind, no rain, no sound, no light in a world completely filled with nothingness, is it really possible for a person to live in it?

The long sword in his hand was still buzzing, and the thin arrow body trembled in a slightly invisible arc, but the tip of the sword was still pointing straight and unwaveringly into the depths of the darkness.

He took out the pure white Pope's robe from the rose ring, and replaced the broken and dirty clothes on his body.

No matter how well prepared, at least this robe was given to Arlan by Gregory. The rose pattern on it is all painted with magic patterns. It is actually a powerful defensive circle, which can at least resist A blow from a ninth-level master.

With great caution, he stepped into the darkness.

Eternal and boundless, almost directionless.There is complete darkness in all directions, except for the holy light in his hand, there is no light.

The long sword left by Izeksen was still buzzing, but he seemed to be lost, unable to find the right direction, and became more and more irritable.Sui Guangle, who has lost his guide, can only rely on himself, but the eternal silence makes him unable to find his way or way out, and he doesn't even know how long he has been walking, as if the next moment, his consciousness will sink, plunged into boundless darkness

Sui Guangle was startled, and without hesitation, he split the holy light into the distance. The blazing light shot out like an arrow, and the darkness avoided like a tide, but in the next second, it surged again.

These darknesses seem to devour people's consciousness, as long as they are a little unsteady, they will fall into a deep sleep forever, and the soul will enter the void, and will never wake up again.And in such boundless darkness, it was more difficult to deal with than any tangible scourge, because he couldn't find the enemy at all.

Is he to destroy all this darkness?

Ruoyou Ruowu's singing came from afar, ethereal and ethereal, as if it would disappear in the next moment.It was the singing of the moonlight bird, and I don’t know how it penetrated the darkness

It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck through my mind, and it was instantly brightened with light and music.He took out a bottle of holy water and poured it into his mouth without hesitation.As the holy water drank, the holy light in the body gradually jumped up, and the momentum of the whole body also rose steadily, reaching the ninth level in an instant——

Although this kind of holy water only stimulates the strength in the body for a short time to achieve the effect of rising a level, and it will cause harm to the body afterwards, but for him, it is enough!

In the midst of the heavy blackness, a faint glow suddenly flickered.

At the beginning, the faint light was still very dim, as if it might go out at any time, but soon, the faint light became brighter and brighter, and the center of the blazing white light rose and climbed to the highest point, like the scorching sun in the sky. dazzling.

Eternal Holy Light!

The legendary ninth-level holy art can penetrate all darkness in the world!

The silver-haired child raised the scepter in his hand high, and the opalescent gemstone the size of a pigeon egg on the top of the scepter burst out with dazzling light, which was the source of all light.He doesn't need to eliminate these darkness, but just let the light shine in every corner.And just as he imagined, the dark space was instantly illuminated by light, as if the whole world had ushered in salvation.The light that climbed to the apex gradually became softer, penetrating all the darkness inch by inch.

At the end of the light, there was a small narrow door, covered in darkness, which he had not seen before.

And he was only ten steps away from the door.

It turned out that everything before was just a dark illusion.

The sword of thorns pointed at the narrow door, and the holy light melted the darkness inch by inch, and finally entered the depths.

"Reuters?"

He walked quietly to the door.

The pure white figure blends with the soft light, the blue eyes are like the most beautiful sky in Lorraine, and the immature figure of the child is like an angel from the kingdom of God, bringing redemption to those wandering in the distant night.

The dark shadow was projected very long, until it reached the fingertips of the black-haired boy at the end. He stretched out his hand and touched the gray shadow lightly, as if treating a treasure. He raised his head and looked at the dark and broken land. The man in the moonlight.

There was a faint fragrance of roses in the air, and the faint singing sound came from afar, as if it wanted to bring back the best memories in people's hearts.

The young child stared at him quietly, his sapphire-like eyes were rippling, as if he was looking at the shadow of a certain person through him.His face is as delicate and soft as a rose flower, his long eyelashes are as slender and fragile as butterfly wings, the contours of his facial features are soft and graceful, and his silver hair is rippling with a faint luster, as if there is an elf in the hair Light dance between.

——That was the first impression Reuters had of Allan, and after that, it became the only light that illuminated his life in the long, empty, desolate and dead years.

He once thought that he would never face such emptiness and loneliness again, but after a long time, he fell into darkness forever.

But at this time, he was just a boy who had just been rescued, and he didn't know what might happen in the future.

The black-haired boy stood up hesitantly, and walked in front of the child following the guidance of the gray shadow.Bathing in the holy light eased his weakness to a certain extent, and those soft rays of light seemed to be repairing his body all the time.

He hesitated, looking at the long sword in the child's hand.

Belonging exclusively to the Thorne family, the thorn pattern logo.

It belonged to his brother. Izeksen once said that he would never leave this long sword at any time.

— just as he would not give up the other sword in his hand.

So what's going on now?

"my brother"

The blue eyes stared at the black eyes, with unspeakable sadness and pain: "He is outside the door to save you."

What he said was vague and unclear, but in an instant Reuters understood it all.The long sword of thorns at his waist fell to the ground with a "bang", and as if in response, the long sword in the child's hand also fell to the ground, just covering his long sword.

The two swords were superimposed together intimately, and the pattern of thorns was finally complete and no longer broken.

Sui Guangle sighed softly, with a faint melancholy in his chest: Izeksen gave his life just to save his beloved brother who was imprisoned, and now that Lutus looks forward to his brother so much, he also Impossible to wait until the day when he wakes up.

"Is there a resurrection technique?"

998 was stunned: "Yes, it will be possible when you reach the holy steps."

Immediately looked at him suspiciously: "Could it be that you want to resurrect Izeksen? It's not very likely. Even if you reach the holy rank, you may not be able to succeed."

The face of Reuters is [-]% similar to that of Izeksen. When I saw him, I seemed to see Izeksen's boyhood—it wasn't as cold and sharp as he saw later, and it still existed. With a trace of soft breath, immature and not opened yet, there is a green breath between the eyebrows and eyes, the facial features are exquisite and beautiful, and the outline down to the chin is soft and graceful--the typical appearance of the aristocrat, the pampered little prince.

Unfortunately, he still thinks Izeksen is better.

Thinking that this young and tender boy might become the target of his strategy, he couldn't stop his headache.

He doesn't even have the slightest thought of raising a child!

The black-haired boy looked at him dully and deeply, as if he had lost all brilliance.Sui Guangle was stunned for a moment, remembering that the darkness seemed to be able to swallow people's minds, and he was almost lost just after entering for a while, and Lulusi actually persisted in the boundless darkness for so long—according to Izeksen's In other words, seven years.

How did he survive these seven long, dark, empty and lonely years?

I'm afraid that as long as there is a slight wavering in his will, the ubiquitous darkness will take advantage of it, and then swallow all his sanity, and fall into the boundless darkness, never waking up.Even so, it had a great impact on his consciousness.

Reuters moved slowly, as if he hadn't figured out anything, and seemed to have figured everything out.Sui Guangle saw Lu Tuo bent over, knelt down on the ground, and knelt in front of her.

The black-haired boy crawled in front of him, lying on the cold stone surface, revealing his fragile and delicate neck.Lutus held up the hem of his pure white clothes with his slender and beautiful fingers, and the boy lowered his head, and gently touched his lips.

An unimaginable electric current stimulated into the brain, followed by a slight jolt of Guangle's consciousness, but the body did not show any signs, it just stood there quietly.

998 screamed and exclaimed with joy that almost pierced his eardrums: "It's him, Lele, he is your goal in this world, there is absolutely nothing wrong with it!"

He lowered his head and silently stared at the black-haired boy kneeling at his feet.

He gently kissed the hem of his clothes, skimming over the water like a dragonfly.

"Accept my allegiance, Your Excellency."

"From now on, anytime, anywhere, I am willing to do everything for you, and I will not stop until I pay my life."

The singing of the moonlight bird became more and more ethereal, and he smelled the strong fragrance of roses, and came here from under the tower.

The child stared into his eyes: "Including everything?"

"Yes, including my allegiance, my life and my soul, everything you want."

"Then, are you willing to be my guardian knight?" the child asked softly, but his words were erratic, but they carried a force that was hard to ignore.

"I am willing."

He solemnly said that he made a promise for the rest of his life.

The author has something to say: It was hard yesterday

Gu Liang said that if he didn't write a special episode, he would write a negative brush until he wrote it

It's probably just a joke to you

But you managed to make the author stare at the computer screen and write nothing

empty mind

just keep staring at the document

can't squeeze out a word

In the morning I hung up the leave note

Later, the editor saw

She reassures me to remember all the other readers who like me

Written for those who like this story

Getting a positive score is like getting a hug, getting a negative score is like being stabbed

Threatening to brush the negative probably requires stabbing a lot of knives, and only when you pierce through can you relieve your anger

#It turns out that I am more blx than I imagined#

Forgive your author for not being able to bear such deep love

Apart from "I have bad memories under this article, don't write it these days. What if I continue to receive negative points and feel sad?" I will not have any extra thoughts

→_→You have the right to hurt her, and she also has the right to escape

The knife is in your hand, the choice is in your hand

Depends if you want to hug her or poke her heart

Give her warmth, or make her sad

Stabbed to death, it's over

over

The second world's extra will be written by the friend Dong Ye, who said it in the previous reply to the message

It will be released in the form of a long comment when the Three Worlds is over, and you can go to the corresponding chapters to find it

Because the second world is a complete world view and a complete outline, it may be fully developed in the future, so I won’t focus too much now

And →_→I don’t know how to do anything other than make up

最后

Really don’t give a negative score and become a black fan [If it’s really a black fan] [If it’s not, I’m just pretending to be passionate and didn’t say anything__]

This is of no use except to make the author feel very sad and want to quickly fill up the skills of "Break Update"!

Your author is not arrogant, she is serious!

I just want to cry t^t

ps. The Huahua that Wojia edited gave me is also given to you

Isn’t it cute =v=