【Summer Five】Iron City Wall

, click and wipe it away, what a disappointment. "

Knowing her master's temper well, Reina didn't take it seriously, she raised her skirt to salute, "It's not an interesting thing to think about dying like a lamp goes out. Then I won't disturb the master's work, I'll go prepare dinner."

Wujo walked into the bedroom with a normal expression and closed the door.Ten years have passed, but this house is not much different from the past, and it still maintains the appearance of the young master jumping out of the window.

As always.

The moment the keyhole was locked, his legs suddenly weakened and he slid along the wall to the ground.

The sun is like snow, and the wind blows through the hair, revealing the soft spring color.The flood is like a few random notes in a notepad, rushing through the shattered yesterday, crushing the present, and will drown the future.

He leaned against the door panel weakly, with his head down, his fingertips trembling like spasms.

Something in the chest shattered, and the pain hit every limb, every rib hurt like hell.Wutiao clutched the carpet tightly blankly, his knuckles turned white, and his mind was shattered.

The pain exhausted all his strength, the cross was nailed to the marrow of the bone, and the blood flowed backwards.He gritted his teeth and suffered, but the slowly spreading hollow did not reach his heart, as if a big hole had been opened in his chest, and the cold wind rushed to fill it.

Cold, so cold, every breath was so hard.He almost thought that his lungs were frozen to frost, otherwise where would the pain come from, and where would the cold come from?

Naihe's consciousness was extremely clear, Wujo looked down at him and flinched and struggled, and broke through the ice in the almost Lingchi pain.Surrounded by turmoil, he hurriedly took off his gloves, and groped to put his lips on the perfectly fitted ring on his ring finger.

After being baptized by war, the ring is no longer smooth, but it always shines with due diligence.

In the sea of ​​information, the dusty name was neither long nor short, even though thousands of people passed by, it still firmly pulled his soul, dispelling a burst of chill for him.The three words are as light as they are heavy, it is an oasis in the barren corner of Hongmeng, and it is like a flash of snow on the sharp wind and clouds, falling heavily, cutting through the gods' so-called boundless pure land.

Now the blade is leading the neck, but Wu Tiao is willing to be killed for the half-inch flame hanging from the cold blade.

The frightened bird fled from the lonely grave, the new snow rustled, and the mud of the old man's spring burned his bones.

Since then, there has been no one to sing to each other, no one to pour wine, no one to live and die together, no one to love each other.

Gao Tian sinks, all flavors are bitter;

Jay, Jay, what can I do to get you there.

After a long time, he leaned over slowly, tears streaming down his face.

-End of the upper part-