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He wrote Qian Yingluo's name on the cloth, then put the cloth in his arms, and then, he stood up and walked forward.

There seemed to be light ahead, and that light seemed to appear when he put the cloth in his arms.

What a strange thing.

It was as if something was put in my heart, and then something else appeared.

Yan Ren walked forward, with darkness behind him and light in front of him.

He was walking between darkness and light, and he suddenly laughed, and now he felt like a walking dead.

But he didn't stop, and continued to move forward.

Then he left the darkness and walked into the light.

And the light was even more dazzling than before, covering him, he was still smiling, the reason for his smile didn't change, he still felt like a walking dead.

That's right!Living in this kind of world is not a walking dead, or something.

There is death outside the city, and death inside the city. No one knows when this kind of death will come.

As long as he doesn't fall out of this dead world, he will always be a walking dead.

He was shrouded in light, he was a walking dead shrouded in light.

He suddenly felt full of power. For some reason, he didn't know where the power came from, but he really felt that he was full of power now.

Then he clenched his fist and punched forward, hitting the darkness, the darkness collapsed like this, and the light flooded in.

He closed his eyes and raised his hand to block the rays of light, otherwise the rays of light would hit his eyes directly, and his eyes would be very painful.

He closed his eyes, raised his hand, and blocked the light from shooting down. Then he jumped to the side and knocked down with his fist again. The darkness over there was also shattered and collapsed, and then the light shot out. Falling, but this light is different from the light just now, the light just now was white, but the light that falls now is blue.

The blue light shot down, but he didn't close his eyes, he still looked straight at the blue light, letting the blue light shine on him and envelope him.

He suddenly felt that the power in his body was stronger, then he turned around again, and went forward again. This was the last side of darkness. Behind him was a blue light, on the left was a white light, and on the right was a white light. , is the most original light.

No, he prefers to call that the light.

It was light, and whatever light was in front of him was just a part of him.

It is also the source of his strength.

He just stood there, clenching his fist, and punching forward, but he was bounced back, into the light, and his fist was aching.

His face also became pale, pale as snow.

His brows frowned.

He looked at his sore fist and said, "What are you doing?"

He said so, and then he stood up, and he couldn't believe it.

He clenched his fist again, and then rushed forward, punching again, and would pause, as if everything had stopped, and then he was still bounced, but this time it was not bounced back to the light, or bounced Back to the white light.

He fell against the white light, his fists hurt even more, and they were red as if they had just been roasted.

His brows furrowed again, and he was looking at his fist again. There was light shining on the fist, and there seemed to be words in the light, and the light emanated from these words.

He couldn't make out what the words were.

And this light is black.

His brow wrinkled even tighter.

To be honest, he didn't like this color, black seemed to represent death.

He prefers white, white represents hope.

Yes, it is hope. No matter what time it is, there must be hope. As long as people are full of hope, people only have the motivation to live.

So don't lose hope.

He thought of this, and then he looked at the white light behind him and nodded vigorously.

He stood up, clenched his fist again, and then rushed forward, punching the dark place again.

There was a pause for a few seconds, and then the sky and the earth shook, and he was bounced past again, and this time, the one that bounced past hit Guangming.

That is the source of his strength.

He was a little distressed, frowning tightly.

He was looking down at his fist, but this time the fist didn't hurt, nor was it red.

How strange!

He stood up suddenly, not because he wanted to understand something, but because at this moment, he heard the sound of drums, which was a very passionate drum sound.

His heart became cheered up.

It's like the drums on the battlefield.

He suddenly remembered that when he couldn't walk, he also stayed in the barracks. When the soldiers went to the battlefield, even though he was naturally ineffective even if he couldn't walk, he was still carried by the soldiers. Been on the battlefield.

The sound of the drums, even if he was a baby at the time, was so exciting when he heard it.

And the sound of the drums coming from now, like the drums on the battlefield back then, is even more powerful.

His whole body trembled because of excitement, because his heart was full of excitement.

He clenched his fist again and rushed forward.

On the fist, there is a light shining.

He must smash the darkness this time.

Not only because he was so excited right now, but also because he wanted to find that drumbeat.

And that drumbeat, just behind that darkness.

He clenched his fists and rushed forward.

The fist was shining, covering his fist and becoming huge.

His eyes widened and light burst from them.

It was white light.

That was the ray of hope.

He wants to be a man full of hope.

He just clenched his fist, hit it, hit it in the darkness, paused, and went on for a few seconds, then stopped again, and went on for a few more seconds, and then the sky and the earth shook again.

The shaking this time was much, much stronger than the last time.

But the darkness still hasn't broken.

He wasn't ejected either.

He still persisted, he didn't retreat, his eyes were wide open, and his fists shone brightly, the brighter they became.

Suddenly, the world stopped shaking.

He didn't accept it for a while, so he knelt down on his feet and knelt on the ground.

But he still clenched his fists tightly and stared at the darkness.

One punch won't do, right?Oh well!

He stood up, fist against the darkness, he didn't want to give up just like that.

He also raised his other hand, clenched it tightly, and the light shot out, and words rolled out on his fist, shining with light.

He clenched his fist and hit the darkness with another fist, but it still didn't collapse, and the sky and the earth only shook slightly.

He withdrew his fist again, and punched in the darkness again, but it still didn't collapse, and the world only shook slightly.

He still refused to accept it, and kept punching, punching, punching, punching, punching, punching, punching, punching. . . . .

In this way, he kept beating the darkness.

Just like that, the sky and the earth kept shaking, but only slightly.

But the darkness is gradually fading, and there is some light.

He suddenly understood.

In fact, the darkness on this side is not for him to break, but for him to use his own light to illuminate, to illuminate this darkness, to let it gain light and light.

He got it.

Then he withdrew the fist against the darkness, no, it can't be called darkness now, it's not darkness anymore, the light has surged up, but it's not so obvious.

Now that he understands everything, why is he still holding that fist against this side?

He withdrew the fist, and then he kept hitting with his left hand and right hand, hitting this side continuously.

And the light from his fists rushed over, lighting up the whole body, and then went deeper and further away.

Yan Ren felt very tired, but his face was full of smiles.

He sat on the ground and looked around. There was light behind him, which could be of any color. On his left was white light, which was the light of hope; while on the right was blue light, which looked warm and comfortable.

And in front of him, there is also that light, which has all kinds of colors.

And this light was illuminated by him punching with the light from his fist.

So he was very happy, very happy.

But he also felt very tired, his body was already half empty, and the strength in his body was gone, probably because he was hit in the front.

But he didn't feel anything at all, he was just happy, very happy.

But at this moment, the sky and the earth shook again, making him very dizzy, and then the surrounding darkness surged up again, not because of anything, but because of him, he fainted.