Chapter 586 The End of the Song

Su Ming should have left.

Even if he doesn't leave, he should cherish the creation given by the old man this time, because these three days' creation can help him resist the catastrophe he is about to face.

Destroy this illusory beauty, kill all the fictional characters, including his relatives, friends, love, friendship and so on, have a determination to give everything to become stronger and resist, and have a kind of coldness called the strong man. After destroying all this, reshape it!

This is the real meaning of three days of creation, and it is also the old man who cultivates. I hope Su Ming can do it, like an outbreak of silence!

It's like cutting off thoughts, cutting off memories, ignoring the past, not caring about the future, replacing your memory with reshaping, and completing an extremely important transformation with ruthlessness!

This transformation is the transition of sacrificing bones and becoming a strong man of the barbarian soul. This... is the creation!

Su Ming gradually became completely clear about these things with his understanding. He guessed the help of the old man, and he had a vague feeling that if he followed the other party's method to reshape his life after destruction, it would be equivalent to mastering his own destiny. At the moment he would shape, because of the perfection of the state of mind, In this way, it infects its soul.

Because of the perfection of the soul, so... at the moment of shaping this life, it will create a barbarian image that belongs to Su Ming!

also represents that when he walks out of here, he is no longer a sacrifice to the bones. He will become a strong man of the barbarian soul in this strange power, in the creation that the old man may have paid a great price!

In this way, to face the next big disaster in his life!

The old man paved a road for him. Although Su Ming didn't know who the other party was, he could feel that the old man meant no harm to him...

This creation. This big gift... Su Ming couldn't accept it.

Because of this price, it is to destroy everything. Can Su Ming hold the white spirit behind him and kill him with one palm? Can he end his life in his sleep? Can he kill Chen Xin just because of perfection...

He can kill Lei Chen and kill his parents. Will everything in the Wushan Department be smashed?

"I can't do it..." Su Ming smiled miserably. He can feel the warmth of the white spirit behind him, but he can't do it.

Time goes by slowly. Su Ming stood there, and Bai Ling hugged him behind his back. Gradually, the sky was no longer dark, but slightly shining.

That night, the two of them stood like this and didn't talk to each other. Bai Ling's head was buried on Su Ming's back, and the feeling of heartbeat made her shed tears for no reason.

The tears may be lovesickness, but they can't bounce and are dyed on Su Ming's clothes.

Until the early morning, Su Ming chose to leave, and Bai Ling lay quietly in her **, as if she had fallen asleep. But the tears in those eyes were still there, dripping on the pillow and disappeared.

That tear contains how many times to look back, how many times to miss, how many times to sigh, perhaps even Bai Ling himself, can't be counted.

Walking in the early morning, Su Ming walked out of the oolong tribe. He walked silently in the mountain forest, watching the sun become a beam of light, and the leaves of the jungle fell. Xiaohong on his shoulder seemed to feel Su Ming's complexity, and he was silent all the way.

This is the first day.

There are two days left for Su Ming to choose.

He planned to go to the Fengzhen tribe, but at this moment he had no idea. He looked at Wushan in the sun and did not have the idea of seeing the ruins of Huoman. The feeling of fatigue permeated his mind.

He chose to go home.

Return to the Wushan Department and return to his home.

In the early morning, the Wushan part is like the revival of everything, and the people of the clan are doing their own things in the cooking smoke. The children seem to never be tireless, looking forward to the arrival of the day and playing with their friends.

Su Ming's return, looking at the familiar tribe, he sat silently outside his tent, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, looking at the sunshine, looking at the tribe, all in his memory.

He wants to remember all this deeply again. If there is a knife, he will engrave this picture scroll deeply in his heart and in his soul.

"Is it possible to destroy these to control the fate..." Su Ming whispered to himself.

"This kind of destruction may indeed allow people to control their fate, because the cold heart can't tolerate the slightest warmth. If there is no affection, all the means of the other party will not find a place to live.

But..." Su Ming looked at the children running around in the open space ahead, and he closed his eyes.

"Are they also fake..."

The sky was slowly getting late, the dusk passed, and the moonlight fell on the earth. Su Ming had been sitting there, looking at everything in the tribe. Instead of thinking about it, he silently looked at the sunrise and sunset.

He knew that when the sun rose again, it would be the last day in his memory of Wushan.

Maybe next time, I don't know when, maybe never again.

Su Ming closed his eyes and swirred in his ear with the song played by the tribe. One night... passed.

When the next morning arrived, the sky was no longer sunny, but dark clouds and drizzled. However, on the last day, Su Ming did not think about anything. He smiled and accompanied Grandpa to talk. He happily went to help Grandpa Nansong tidy up the pharmacy, and played with those children like children. Playing, telling them stories, and the silver bell laughter at that time became the most pleasant voice in the tribe.

He and Lei Chen fought with a smile, just like a teenager who was ignorant of foreigners and didn't even think. He had his own friends, his own relatives, happy and carefree.

Ula's place, although he was very contemptuous of Su Ming, Su Ming always smiled without any complaint, and took the initiative to help Ula do what belonged to her. The smiling appearance made Ula stunned, and her cold face slowly relaxed a lot.

On Beiling's side, Su Ming seemed to be tireless. On his last day, he was very polite. He thought about his childhood help and the kindness of giving arrows. Even in the indifferent Beiling, he nodded to Su Ming's complicated after silence. The two of them shot arrows there, as many years ago.

As for Chenxin, she sat aside happily, looking at the two men in front of her who had walked into her heart. Sometimes she came forward and handed over the water, and the laughter echoed.

All the people in the tribe felt something different about Su Ming on this day. On this day, he was busy from early morning to dusk, until late at night.

On his face, the smile always existed, but... With the arrival of the night and the falling of the moonlight, the reluctance behind his smile was seen by no one.

When it was dark, Su Ming's smile became bitter. He watched the lights around the tribe gradually go out, and watched everything change from prosperity to silence, and his heart stung.

"Are you leaving..." Su Ming muttered. He knew that when the sun rose again, he... would disappear in this beauty.

The bitterness on his face gradually turned into a smile. He needed to laugh. He wanted to laugh. Even if he left, he was satisfied with these three days.

Smiling, Su Ming did not look at the moonlight, did not look at the darkness and tribes around him, but opened the door of the tent, walked in, and lay on the little ** that belonged to him. Looking at the familiarity around him, he slowly closed his eyes with a smile.

Sleep, maybe when you wake up, you are still here...

Su Ming muttered softly.

In the end, he still did not choose the path pointed out by the old man. Even if he went on, he could be a barbarian soul. Even if he went on, he could be qualified to resist the disaster.

Even so, he... still chose his own way.

All this is true or false, not necessarily true or false.

Mirror flower, water and moon, this month is also the moon! This flower is still a flower!

Destruction can shape a new life, but keep everything, keep it in the depths of memory, become the most precious beauty in a lifetime, let your heart not be cold, let your love never be immortal, and may not be able to shape a new life!

"Fate is mine. I choose it myself. I said it was true. He is... really exists in my heart." Su Ming closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

"Farewell...my Wushan..."

"Goodbye...my relatives..."

"My friends...my love, all of my childhood...you will always be in my heart, in the deepest part of my heart, become my warmth... goodbye..."

This is the feeling of deep sleep that he has never found even on the ninth peak after he left Wushan. That feeling is the taste in his memory...

At the moment when he was asleep, Su Ming could not hear it. There was a sigh swirling in the dark. The sigh // the fastest text update of the book fan building www.shumilou.com without pop-up windows, no advertisements // breath, contained a feeling of ignorance and indistinguishable.

The world is gradually shrouded in fog, and the world is gradually turned into nothingness.

When Su Ming opened his eyes again, the first thing he heard was the sound of the sea, smelling the fishy smell in the sea, and what he saw... was the lonely island, surrounded by no Osan, no tribes, no shadow.

The only thing that exists is the bald crane lying there and opening its eyes.

Su Ming stood there for a long time, until he closed his eyes again and slowly opened them.

"I woke up in a dream." Su Ming's three-day scene can still appear in front of his eyes, a sense of sadness. From then on, it will be integrated into his temperament. This is the sadness of the soul, and this is the wound of homesickness.

This is the astringency that the wind can't blow away. This is his choice. It's beautiful.

sighed, Su Ming held his fist and respectfully bowed deeply to the island under his feet. He worshipped the old man who was repaired and thanked him for his three days of creation.

After a worship, Su Ming looked up, took a step forward, grabbed the bald crane, turned into a long rainbow, and went straight to the sky.

After him, the island slowly disappeared, with only the wisp of sad tune, whimpering, as if sending Su Ming away.

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