I always ponder where I came from.

I got the answer.

I come from the union of my parents.

I always meditate hard, where did I go.

I got the answer.

I will become loess and leave.

What I have experienced, whether it is rough or delicate, whether it is possession or loss, is nothing but a pile of loess.

That's why I care more about whether my life needs to be meaningful or not.

But I can't understand, imagine, and change it after all.

Not only because I want to change day and night, but also because I have never changed.

I have never changed, from ordinary mediocre mediocre to busy life mediocre mediocre, and then I have been looking for mediocre mediocre.

I always pray that I will not be a mediocre person.

I always beg that I am not an ordinary and ordinary person.

I always beg for my amazing talent.

I am always the identity of a prayer, to pray, all, miracles related to me.

I dream, I fantasize, I hope.

Not as good as me, once, it is also a visible change.

I am depressed, I am depressed, and I cannot find any meaning to exist.

I can't find any reason for how to do things.

I even think that those people live a very meaningless life.

I shouldn't think about it this way, nor should I understand it, so that their meaningless life is like death.

I am not a villain, I just feel that my sorrow and my search are somewhat similar to them. I am not noble or humble, but [different].

I am different from everyone, which means that what I have now, in the future, and what I have, and what I have, should be different from them.

Only when I think about it this way can I have the motivation to seek something more special, more special, more legendary, and more important, exclusive to me.

No matter what is good.

No matter what it is, it's good for me.

All are good.

My similarity to others is not a stain on my life.

The difference between me and others should be created, released, and turned into a light that belongs to me.

It is really hard for a person who is depressed, a person who is depressed, and a person who is depressed to discover the beauty of this world.

Maybe there is, but, after all, no one wants to have a bitter face every day, and think about it and search for it.

To do something to make yourself happy, first of all, you must be happy.

I really couldn't imagine how happy a dull gourd would be.

I really couldn't imagine that in the lifetime I experienced, my laughter would really be a deadline, and it would be like my feelings, and it would still be over.

I don't want that.

I clearly have never been similar to everyone, I clearly have many wonderful times, and I clearly can make changes.

I have the ability to face setbacks.

I have the ability to face other people's malicious intentions.

I have so many, and I realize it later, and accompany me with my strength.

I can't give up on them, just like, I've never been given up by them.

Even though I hurt him, even though I hurt her again and again.

I didn't respond, I didn't have a heartfelt desire, I wasn't that innocent.

I did a lot of things wrong, so I naturally know.

I have paid the price for it, I have troubled it, and I have lost too much for it.

But that is not the end of my life, nor will it be the continuation of the tragedy of my life.

They are just a little sadness in my many hopes.

That's not the whole of my life.

I clearly realize that that is not the whole of my life!

I have to face it.

I have to change.

I'm not joking, nor am I talking about it here.

I am, need, execute.

I am, need! Action!

I am! Changyufeng!

I am! The King of the Benevolent Heart of Tianyu!

I am! The god of gods!

I am! The master of the world!

【Dule of Arlan, Salahma, Immortal Hall】

"It's here..." Sinoquos tilted the corner of his mouth, pointing at the extremely high bell tower as if his bad intentions had succeeded.

The center of the Immortal Hall is there.

The bell tower of this huge cathedral is only here, and the only gear that still records time. Every time it rings, it will give all human beings a brief light.

The snake in the atrium of the world covers the sky and the sun, and the dark earth witheres day by day. Without the sun, time is lost.

The ancient bell tower was ringing just like hope.

Dangdong-

It's an ancient and dull sound.

Twelve strokes, each stroke was filled with a long tremor.

"From the bell tower, to the wall, to the entrance, there are a total of fifteen streets. When you reach the Immortal Hall, there are eight streets, one street three meters wide."

Sinocous told the shadows in the darkness in detail about the situation inside the Immortal Hall.

"According to the arrangement of the streets, the soldiers' patrol plan is the same. Each pair of soldiers is in charge of three streets, a team of fifteen people, plus the ten pairs of people close to the Immortal Hall and the scattered soldiers in the central rest area. There are about six hundred soldiers in the city."

The shadow nodded, revealing red eyes.

It was a black-maned werewolf with half a wolf's teeth broken.

Losing the sun also losing the moon. These werewolfs who could not become humans due to curses were organized and formed a huge team.

They paraded around, but they were in urgent need of "home".

They are human beings after all.

"Also, in addition to the twenty people I led, there are also the twelve elites led by Noraf. But no matter what, all soldiers should be above the spiritual master, and not above the spiritual master."

"Spiritual Master~ Ah~ Miscellaneous~" Someone hummed arrogantly in the darkness: "It's just that there are too many, there's nothing to be afraid of!"

"No, Sinoquos, even if we can enter the patio and reach the center of the bell tower, we will be dispersed. Your Ponnabo is not so easy to deal with."

A slightly elderly wolf walked out of the shadow. The snake in the atrium of the world flashed thunder in the sky, and suddenly exploded. The whole sky buzzed, and everyone looked up at the sky without warning.

Return to peace.

“I don’t think so.”

The Broken Tooth Wolf King is strong in shape, wearing a dark royal robe. The robe flying in the wind is like a red majesty that cannot be blown away by the wind.

"According to the information of Sinoquus, Ponnabo was seriously injured. In the last battle, he was able to break my wolf teeth with his sword within a hundred steps. His healthy body is now covered in scars and injured by the incurable [Sky Fire], which is even more vulnerable. You don't have to worry about this."

The Broken Tooth Wolf King snorted, grabbed his huge wolf claws, and was very angry: "Now, it's time for him to pay the price! We will definitely become famous in this attack. I can guarantee that in the next time, humans living in the Immortal Hall will pay a heavy price."

"You want to kill innocent humans?" Lao Lang was a little frightened.

It seems that as a werewolf, he has some taboos in killing people.

But the Broken Tooth Wolf King no longer wants to say anything more.

He only looked at the energetic Sinoquos and said meaningfully: "Kill all the rebels! No one left!"

He asked Lao Lang: "What, are you afraid?"
To be continued...