God Mu Wushuang of another world

"Tell Daddy about your arrangement." While hugging Yong Moli, who was pouting and sad, and rubbing his small palms, Yong Liaoxiao slowly stroked Yong Moli's cheeks: "Anyway, Dad has been the Anxi Emperor for so many years. There is nothing else, but it is okay to just give you some advice."

"Daddy doesn't like them either?" Yong Moli looked at Yong Liaoxiao in surprise.Yong Moli, who thought that even if Yong Liaoxiao came here, did not mean that he would deny other people's actions, Yong Moli couldn't turn his head for a while.In fact, Yong Liaoxiao and the others, who received the most original education in this world, should desperately protect the interests of the royal family, instead of agreeing with the ideas of these outsiders.Yong Moli and the others all received an extremely enlightened education, and most of them grew up abroad, with strong romantic ideas and relatively weak traditional family concepts, so at this time they will choose to give up most of the things that are not absolute. something to protect a friend.This kind of action should be very rebellious here.

"It's not that I don't like it, but I think they shouldn't let go." Yong Liaoxiao, who also felt a little unbelievable, had already figured out his thoughts on the way here, so there was that "Emperor Anxi has gone back, and Mo Mo Li's father is here" that sentence.As the resting emperor, Yong Liaoxiao agrees with the actions of the other people, but as a lover, he looks down on the other people.

not understand.These words were clearly written on Yong Moli's face.But it doesn't matter, don't "feel" and "shouldn't" also mean that you can't understand it?Feeling that he has finally found an elder who agrees with them, Yong Moli, who is also his father and lover, happily told Yong Liaoxiao about their opportunity: "When we made this plan, we used two lines , is not a line on the surface, after all, our purpose is not simple. A line on the surface is..."

The arrival of Yong Liaoxiao did not bring any essential changes to the inheritance fortress and others, not even superficial changes.However, the extremely keen Yong Liaoxiao pointed out the fatal mistakes in the plan that they hadn't noticed when the first day arrived, so that they had more time and methods to perfect the plan and carry out relevant research on their plans. Own revenge, uncompromising death.

Time passed day by day, and everything planned was developed in an orderly manner.Everything around is calm, but everyone who is still there knows that this kind of life is the last calm before the storm.

One after another news reached them through the last informant: the panic of the four empires; the counterattack over there; the departure over there; the approach over there...

Fortunately, the royal father was always there, and accompanied him to the end no matter what.Yong Moli was so lucky.

Fortunately, he is just a bodyguard, and he is just a dispensable prince.Zhuo Cangqiong comforted him like this.

Fortunately, they have been together, from the beginning, to the final departure.The entire "Inheritance" team smiled like this.

Finally, on the last day, the last piece of news came out and reached Zhuo Weiyang.

"They're here." Wearing a winding European-style dress, exquisite makeup, and a capable demeanor.At this time, Zhuo Weiyang, who walked slowly, seemed to have traveled through time and space again, returned to the modern age, returned to the forest made of reinforced concrete, and once again became an office lady struggling to survive in a small closed box.You can't retreat, you can't cry, the only thing you can do is to stand on that high platform, laughing and watching those defeated generals struggling, and then you are struggling under the ridicule of others.

"Let's go welcome them." The black robe with silver trim, the coldness of the fake smile, the indifferent tenderness, the darkness brought him the madness that makes people want to tear off the disguise desperately, and the abstinence The black book and the perfect face that does not belong to humans make "her" seem like the most beautiful dream, fragile and crazy.

"Let's go." The silver knight stepped forward first.Pulling open the heavy iron door with one hand, the iron door let out a "squeak" moan, and the sunlight that occasionally leaked was generously sprinkled on the silver figure, bringing out strong reflections.Such a straight figure, such firm footsteps, reveals a chill without any discussion at all, but, such a decision, will this patron saint-like pace make blood and tears at every step.

"Follow up." The two big swords slammed against the thin and narrow shoulders. There was no unbearable wailing in such a warm place. The light of blood.With an unruly smile and unwavering eyes, it was as if a beast in the abyss had been released by a stranger. In this world densely covered by a network of relationships, it resolutely chose to eat someone.

"Naturally." The thin body seemed to be blown down by a gust of wind, and the black tights truly showed the image of the bones.Such a ruthless voice, such deep eyes, as if everything was not in his eyes, as if all the truth was reflected in his eyes, making people indulge in it unconsciously, and then cut off their own life without knowing why, only In order to get a more artificial reflection.Because, in such a deep place, it seems that there is nothing but falsehood.

"Everyone pay attention to yourself." In the middle is the holy white.The pure white robe, the noble gold trim, the just right smile, and everything that is compassionate, outlines everything that the world can imagine about God.There is no closer God, no truer God.It's just, behind that kind of tenderness and compassion, will they be the same on the outside, will they wear a thorny girdle, nail themselves to the nine heavens, and tell them that God shed blood in their place and that God loves the world.

Saying goodbye in the darkness, almost pausing at every step, is a dark robe.It is not as deep as black and makes people crazy; it is not as bloodthirsty as red and makes people fascinated; it is not as holy as white and makes people worship.It is such a dark color, simple and heavy, carrying the initial responsibility and the final dream, as if dismembering oneself, turning one's eyes into sun and moon, turning one's blood into rivers and oceans, turning one's own blood into rivers and oceans. The body becomes the earth, mountains and rivers.Remember everything, only forgetting yourself, isn't it, such a greatness will become the final sacrifice.

Even if you stand facing the sun, behind you, there is still the same, it is the darkness that will not disappear, swallowing everything you come to, and turning it into a shadow that is forgotten by people.

Well, they have been insisting, go home.

Maybe some people will be sad, some will be painful, and some will stop them, but this is their first and last persistence, even if they all become shadows and are forgotten by everyone, they cannot give up and forget

We will stick to what we insist on; we will be greedy even more if we can be greedy.Maybe this is madness, maybe this is hypocrisy, but we have decided that even if it is crazy, even if it is hypocrisy, it will continue.

"Joseph, long time no see." Beyond the so-called bishop and the so-called prince, Huan Niwen seemed to be the exclusive diplomat of the team, pointing at the center and greeting the pale, even haggard Joseph .

67. The tampered battle ([-])