Chapter 6 Old but not dead thief Dead but not dead

She didn't know that the man did not die on the throne and came back to life. However, that man can never go back to the past. Everything in the past has been sealed in his heart. The most sincere feelings have been entrusted by him. Although he is alive, he is hopeless.

She didn't know that the man who came to life on the throne had seen the essence of life and the dream of fate. Although the heart is still a child, the soul has grown into a real man, a real man, with a heart all over the world, covering the universe, is no longer the bond between children.

Maybe, she will find that the person around her who loves her instead of the dead man doesn't have the feeling of the past she is attached to. It's just that she wants to find the past in vain, because the past has passed. The dead, like the heart taken out, with the passing time, the water is hard to collect.

Maybe one day she will find that the man she is looking for in the past is still alive, but she must not be able to find the feeling of the past. Because that man is no longer here, and he knows everything about her. He knows that she is just an accidental npc, just a beautiful void flower in the data turbulence.

The flower of the void may wither in an instant. True love may not last forever, but the beauty of the flowers blooming in an instant is enough to make people close their eyes and cry wholeheartedly.

Crying is not a woman's patent. When it comes to sadness, men cry much more than women. When Genu came back from the clouds from heaven, she heard the cries in the hut. After opening the door, she saw some of the men in the lonely city kneeling under the spiritual position of the night, some sitting on the ground, speechless, and some crying without tears. The small room seemed to become a mourning hall in an instant.

Probably, they have roughly known the unknown stories of the night in the past six months. They already know that the man who once led them to prosperity and happiness, gave them courage and dignity, and brought them victory and glory has taken his life to save them.

At that time, Ge Qian was holding his granddaughter in his arms and sitting in a chair under the spiritual position. The white-haired man sent a black-haired man. In an instant, he was ten years old. He whispered in his mouth: "It's a thief to be old and not to die, and it's a thief to die... It was me who hurt the general night. If I hadn't insisted on staying and living with the lonely city, you wouldn't have followed me, and now the night would not have left.

Ge Li on the side comforted and said, "We old people all know what you mean. In this city, our whole life's soul is here... And under such a violent explosion, we can't judge whether the enemy has the power to counterattack. We really need to guard the alien portal, prevent the enemy from destroying the portal with one blow, and bury everyone on the other side of the boat... Your judgment at that time was not wrong, so you don't have to blame yourself too much.

Lonely City is a place of deep suffering, but it is also a place of heroes. The story of the hero will constantly inspire the backward Mozhe to enterprising, and the hero's will will be passed on.

Ge Qian turned to Chunchun, who stood aside with tears and said, "Chunchun, thank you for telling us about the night, so that the hero's death will not be nameless. We will make it in history and become a legend, so that future generations will worship it, and let each of us remember that there is such a glorious and great king of ink.

Pure wiped his tears with a silk and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm Jiang Ye's wife. This is what I should do. I can do anything for him. Now, I have a merciless request. Please let Lonely City allow me to stay here. Even if you can't tolerate me as the daughter of my enemy, please leave the child in my arms. I hope he can become an upright ink man like his father and grow into an open man. I think this is what Changye thinks!"

When Ge Qian heard this, his eyes inevitably hesitated. As Chun Chun said, she was the daughter of an enemy after all.

At this time, Ge Nu said firmly, "Let Chunchun stay. We are all a family. I think I hope we can do the same."

Ge Li also saw the hesitation on Ge Qian's face, swallowed his saliva and said, "It's just that we have the lesson of Luo Fu, I'm afraid..."

Ginu was stubborn and decisive, and did not give in at all: "If there is anything wrong with Sister Chunchun, I will bear the consequences."

The pure face showed gratitude. Ginu and she looked at each other and understood what they were thinking.

Ge Qian sighed, patted Ge Li on the back, and said, "Give glory and dignity to the deceased hero! Anyway, Chunchun is the wife of the night, and their child is the bone and blood left by the night... Besides, now you look around us, what's left to betray us?

Everyone sighed and smiled bitterly, and acquiesced to Ge Qian's decision.

Xing Wujiang said at this time, "I think we have a lot of things left that we need to pass on. At least, as an assassin, I think so. Now, I think of the night with the power of one person, the city of the sky with three stabs, capturing nearly 50 people of the god emperor, nearly 200 people of the god king, and the death and injury of the god king. This is enough to become the epic that our Dark Ink Hall will inherit forever. What we inherit is not the result of this shocking assassination, but the courage to assassinate a holy place with one person's strength in that case. This courage will become the creed inherited by our Dark Ink Hall.

We once had the most wealth on the mainland, but this wealth does not make us always strong. Instead, it brings us a disaster. Only the spirit and creed are the real wealth of our Momen. I think we are actually very rich, even if we have nothing now.

Perhaps, Xing Wujiang is right. Although some people are dead, their deeds will be passed on forever, so he is still alive. As the saying goes, the life of the dead is the same.

In this way, Chunchun settled down in the lonely city, and in her heart, the lonely city with nothing is really much better than the all-in-existent Sky City.

However, on the city of the sky, the omnipresed Zhuangzuo butterfly is not good, not good at all. His father, Zhuang Zixu, personally sent himself to the lower world and punished him. Whether it was insults or kicks, it made him feel ashamed. At that time, the sense of achievement of taking the lonely city was gone. Now, Zhuang Zixu's split has collapsed, and he has become the boss of the Sky City, but the people around him are beautiful, and there is little respect for him.

He understood that the night of the lonely city had completely shattered the prestige he had accumulated for thousands of years. In the last battle of the day, his treasures were hammered like local chickens and dogs by the enemy. At that time, the huge city of the sky was all scared out of courage, and the night could completely run rampant in the city of the sky. Kill whoever you want, destroy whatever you want, no one can stop it... This ruined prestige wants to gather again, which can't be achieved by one or two victories.

Moreover, what made him more sad was that he put him together before he died. Through the monitoring system of the City of the Sky, he saw that he dragged the night to the frozen throne, moved away the frozen throne with the last blood, and released the death demon emperor who had been suppressed for thousands of years. Then the Death Demon Emperor stretched out his claws, completely occupied the night, and sucked it into his body. Then, the Death Demon Emperor stood still for more than ten minutes, which should be used to refine the night's home watch - reincarnation hourglass.

At least, from his point of view, it should be so. At that time, he was destroyed and his mind was damaged. The Twelve Star Palace was seriously damaged by the days of war, and there was nothing he could do in the face of all this. He could only sigh that his father Zhuang Zixu's split dissipated too quickly, and God did not help him.

The death demon emperor, who got the two heavy weapons of reincarnation hourglass and the frozen throne, will become a more terrible opponent than the night. Behind the death demon emperor, there is the support of the demon world. The ten magic palaces are not afraid of the ten star palaces, and occupy the body of the night. He is very likely to be recognized by the origin of the tortoise mainland soon. .

He has realized that the danger is approaching him step by step, but now he only feels powerless, powerless in bursts... At this time, he remembered what he said. He said that he was a coward and could only attack women and close people, and did not have the courage to fight head-on at all. Deep in his heart, he seemed to think that what he said was right. Now he has little courage left.

This may be the sadness of the so-called winner! At this time, he suddenly realized that perhaps the real winner should be the night: his death will only make those who respect him more respect him, make those who love him love him more, make the Mo more united, let the living people always remember him, and let the soldiers silently remember his name and charge. And I may not get these for the rest of my life... The meaning of life may not really lie in the length and the ending!

This is the horror of being the enemy of the night. Even if the night dies, the enemy will still suffer from him.