Chapter 900 Heavy Crystal Coins

The end of the year is approaching, and it is a new year in less than four or five days. While touching her nearly seven-month-old belly, Ginu was busy in her shop. Because Tianzhu City had something to do with Lonely City in the past, the old hammer allowed her to open a blacksmith's shop here to share the business of the dwarves. This is a famous Weapon Street of the Dwarves. Even if there is a self-service ring for business, the traditional shops here are still very popular.

Because the Spring Festival is coming, Gonu specially added a new wine rack and dry shelf next to the weapon rack. The brewing technology of Lonely City is unique, and the wine produced is very popular with dwarves, which is a major source of Gonu's income.

She was so busy that she suddenly saw a person coming in. At first, she was stunned and thought it was Shan Yun. Later, after careful observation, she found that it was Jiang Ye. The reason why she mistakenly thought that the person came was Shan Yun was that he had long silver hair, and his skin was like that white hair, as if he hadn't seen the sun for a long time. When she looked carefully, she saw through his windbreaker and cloak that it was the night.

Seeing that the general night came towards him, he changed his appearance again. Perhaps because of his emotional instability during pregnancy, Gonu actually lost his temper and said, "What are you doing here? As I said, I don't want your money, and I can support myself. Go and find your fire. What are you doing when you come back? Why did the King of Ink come back? Go to the small garden to show people a joke that the former giant can only live on growing flowers now?

People around who are choosing weapons are talking about it one after another...

A gust of wind suddenly blew into the blacksmith's shop, rolled up Jiang Ye's white hair and confused his eyes. His eyes were dull, and a deep sadness spread to the bone marrow. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said sadly, "It's nothing. It's just the Spring Festival. I'll also buy some New Year's goods. It's natural for you to sell me..."

After saying that, he quickly sent a shelf full of wine and a piece of bacon, sausage, chicken and duck to his space ring with both hands.

Then, he put a thousand crystal coins in front of her cabinet with a trembling hand, walked to the door in an almost fleeing posture, and suddenly stopped, looked back at Genu, only glanced at it, and left.

The eyes that seemed to be the death of a swan made her feel sad. She wanted to call him back, because he gave him a lot more money, but he had disappeared. However, when she saw the crystal coins on the counter in front of her, she was happy. Thinking that with this money, she could buy a lot of cotton wool and cloth, make a new dress for each child, let everyone have a rich New Year's Eve dinner, and have money to make a pair of tiger shoes for her children who are about to be born. I heard that it is very painful and dangerous to give birth to a baby. Maybe she can use part of it to hire a midwife. Thinking about it, she suddenly felt that the crystal coin in front of her was much heavier.

Of course, she is also a little confused. Why does he, who has always been poor, suddenly have such a large amount of money? She thinks a lot, but she can never get close to the truth.

Once again, he walked to Tianlong Xuefeng at night, but this time, he walked slower than any other time. At the end of the night, he was not ready to waste three days on boring things. At the last moment of his life, he wanted to take a good look at the lonely city again. He worked hard, so he was so proud, and he was so sad. It is more convenient to see the Lonely City than sitting on the frozen throne through the mirror of illusion.

The wind of Xuefeng blew off his cloak, stroked his scattered silver hair, and his face whiter than silver hair. He slowly lay on the circular ladder. Xuansheng, who lay on his shoulder, was afraid that his thin body would be blown under the snow peak by the wind, and the little pig who turned into a white jade bamboo battle wanted to share more for him but could not do it.

Finally, the night staggered to the top of the ring tower. The strong wind on the side blew the frost chain to make a light sound similar to a wind chime. The night stopped and closed his eyes for a while, as if listening to the whisper of the wind, and the earth was full of emotions.

After being satisfied, he moved to the throne and handed over his heavy body to the frost. Through the mirror of illusion, in a trance, he saw the complete and grand scene of the lonely city, with laughter everywhere. Even the short stone bungalow was quiet and satisfied. However, after he blinked his eyes, everything there was swallowed up by the desperate desert, and the lonely city floated alone in the wind. Lonely city, the city is gone, only the word loneliness is left.

After watching it for a long time, the night was finally tired of the long yellow sand, and the memories were blurred with the yellow sand. At this time, he decided to complete the last big thing in his life, and then he went through this life.

His eyebrows trembled, and the small half drop of sperm blood wrapped in Guangyuan power was taken out by him. Looking at this drop of sperm blood, he remembered that Lao Li, the emperor of Tianli, had told him before that the reason why he could survive until now after the extinction of the body was because of the indelible obsession of the emperor. It is the obsession to let Lao Li live forever. If his love is pure and persistent enough, then the split who entrusts his love should also last forever!

Therefore, in the city of the sky, he has decided to entrust the deepest obsession of his soul to his beloved woman to eight so that they can exist forever. Then he would say that to October and promise her that he would never leave her.

And now, he has a crazier idea. He wants to separate this small half of the blood and derive the real body from the blood, just like the mountain clouds in the past.

Ye originally divided the blood into nine parts and recast the body for Shan Yun, but Shan Yun refused because he felt that the world was too boring.

To the eight blood, the night will go back to all kinds of beauty in the past, infatuation and the most sincere attachment in the heart. Each one is so heavy that it is difficult to live up to the kindness of the beauty, but it has failed too much. Every time you think about it, you can send it to the back. It seems that every piece of blood is heavy.

"Well, maybe, this is an affectionate punishment, but I don't regret it... I wish such a wonderful life would come again!" With a sigh, he sent the eight cents of blood to eight different places.

Sitting on the frozen throne, the night was like a rotten wood, his heart was like dust, and his whole body was empty. Suddenly, he felt that his whole life was relaxed. When all the love and hate were taken away and passed away with the wind, he suddenly felt that his life was so real that he touched his nature. Yes, he felt that he was lazy all over his body.

Maybe, this is just a light return, but he really feels very comfortable. It was a feeling of lying in the most comfortable posture and about to fall asleep. He smiled in a moan-like voice, "I touched that the world's laziness in the world is death. You don't have to care about anything, don't do anything, don't need to love anything, don't need to hate anything, just fall asleep simply. It's like falling asleep in the arms of the most beautiful lover... I'm asleep."

Perhaps the last thought of the word "lover", he suddenly felt that all his love had returned to his body, and then turned the greatest emotion of his life into the last tear, squeezed out his eyes, scratched his cheek, and fell on the frozen throne.

Then, consciousness is as far away as in the past... It's far away...

The New Year is coming soon. Ginu took a cotton-padded coat made by herself in her hand and came to the door of the night. This kind of hesitation is like when she was in her first love, she looked at the window at night but avoided each other. In the end, she summoned up the courage to push them away, but found that it was full of dust. It had been empty for a long time. She only saw that the table of the night was full of wine and dry goods, which was very abrupt.

Anu will think, where has he gone? Are you going to continue to look for chaotic fire? Or just leave? Anu will have all kinds of conjectures, but every one will not be true. Anyway, she and the children she took in and took in had a good New Year!

I just don't know if she will return to the corner where she will vigil for her. Maybe the wind in the desert will tell her where he has gone and what has left behind? Is it the whisper of the spring of the Ming Dynasty or a glimpse of the past winter?

(The end of the day!)

Important ps: After writing the three words of Tianju Bi, I feel uncomfortable and can't say it clearly. I know that the time I've been waiting for a long time has finally arrived. Please forgive me for inserting this emotion into the text, because this sentiment is actually integrated with this story. What I want to say is exactly my motivation and reason for writing this story. The so-called original intention can always be, just like this!

Maybe, I'm just waiting for a special person to read this text. Maybe these more than three million words are just written for one person. Of course, the truth may be that she may not read this text in her life, because she is sleepy when she sees the text and has no interest in novels at all. She might not know that I had been so attached to her until the end of the three words "the end of the sky", and the previous three million words were just some kind of sustenance.

What kind of sustenance is that? For a long time, my simple feelings, my heart, my people, and even the whole society have become more and more difficult to be so simply moved. As I get older and older, I am less and less moved by others by the outside world. Therefore, I simply want to record the first and greatest emotion in my life in words, so that when I am old, I may be able to relive it with my own words. Of course, for selfish use, I always think that this touch may touch readers, touch more people, and finally touch you at an accidental moment... However, by about that time, you were gray-haired, and I was no longer alive.

Ten years of sleep is a dream, and it is lonely when you wake up. Mengmeng, the volume of this novel is specially written for you, three million words to commemorate my high school days when I was intoxicated with metaphysics and no one could understand. The various mystical theories and truths you saw here are mostly what I had understood in my high school days. I specially use a child-style innocent tone to write a child-like story, which is also a kind of memory of my youth.

Do you know that I can find a trace of your appearance in eight people by dividing the appearance of one person into eight people. Isn't it a pleasure?

Do you know that the night goes to the dark hell for the sake of his lover, and he has lost his country after failure. After that, everything is also the process of his alone struggle and facing a miserable life. In fact, this is more like what I failed after I went back to school for you and fought for you for the college entrance examination. At that time, I had already pressed a lot like a gambler, but I had no regrets. However, if I can't go to Wuhan, I will return to Nanchang sadly. After failure, I don't want to drag you down, so I use Liu Liu's mouth to tell you that I love most is only myself, not you... After that, as expected, you left ruthlessly, and I was responsible for everything.

After a few departures, you can know that I have tried my best to keep my pure love for you until my blood has dried up, my tears have flowed, and I have become a walking corpse. Do you know that I once went to Wuhan to find you? At that time, it was drizzling. I was wearing wet shoes without an umbrella, and I walked to the railway station as panicked like a homeless dog? The past is gone... So later you asked me to go to Wuhan to find you. Wuhan was just a sad place for me, and I was too lazy to move.

All kinds of things in the past have only turned into the eight characters of "unruly hurt people, hurt themselves" and the misty rain is hazy. For too long, I faced my broken country alone. Finally, a teenager like a lonely city sat on the throne and died, leaving the last tear. And you are just a princess in the desert castle in the lonely city. You are the slave of the fight, stubbornly guarding your own castle. I don't know if I have come and died.

And the man on the throne, I know that when he wakes up, he must be another person. A person who knows that the world cannot be saved with the simplest love.

Let this love be sealed in the text of this book like a flowing year. It's okay for me to be alone. In this way, the love of the past, like the accumulation of words, the years can't let it decrease, and readers can't let it increase. In the dream, it is expected to be the land of nothing, the year of the son's virtual, and then continue the fate.