Chapter 883 S stubborn Gono

I couldn't help climbing on the water at night and covering my ears. But the eyes that were born to see things in the dark told him that there was a piece of yellow sand in the lonely city, and under the lonely city, it was hollowed out and there was nothing.

A strong sense of hatred filled his heart and lungs. He knew that it was the source transmission array, and all of them were moved to the city of the sky by the enemy. At present, the lonely city is like another abyss, flying the night over the abyss and seeing a huge crack on the ground, like the wound of the earth. That's the wound that the enemy picked up the fruit of the lonely city and cut it with a knife.

The sand fascinated his eyes. How much he wanted to fall down and stop moving forward. He had seen too much and didn't want to look any more.

But the inertia in his mind still took him forward and led him to find the way home.

Ah... The wanderer has gone home! But where is home?

The highest stone peak in the lonely city now seems to be a witness to the scars of the lonely city. The stone above seems to have been cut by thousands of knives. It is as thin as firewood, and the wind roars on it. The man in a black windbreaker and a light ink cloak climbed up the strange rocky peak step by step.

The courtyard on Shifeng is gone. Occasionally, you can see one or two blue stones. If you want to identify the stone in your house, you can only stand in vain. Following Shi Feng, he went all the way up. He wanted to go to his home and see what the sky left for him except the long yellow sand and the silent blue stone.

On the stone peak, he turned from the south to the east, avoided the roaring wind and sand in the north, shook the cloak on his body at night, and dropped all the sand. When he raised his head again, his eyes lit up.

Suddenly, he ran forward desperately, as if he saw the last sustenance of his life.

When he was most desperate, God even left him a courtyard.

Yes, it is a courtyard, not a blue stone, not yellow sand.

That is the yard where Ge Qian lived. The highest yard under the stone tower faces east. There is no wind and sand. Now behind the stone peak, he stands very hard in front of the night.

But when he got close, he was stunned. He suddenly understood why all the courtyards in Lonely City fell down, and this yard did not fall down.

It was because of a bamboo. She guarded the courtyard with her life. She turned into an iron tree and resisted the terrain of the courtyard like a mainstay. She is a bamboo, as the poet wrote: insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the east, west, north and south winds.

Legend has it that it represents the happy bamboo fairy family. When they are extremely sad, their wooden bodies will instantly iron and become sharp, strong, extremely sad and cold metal.

The night stood in place, but the bamboo fairy pig had already run away with tears, holding the huge iron tree and crying.

Half of the head poked out of the courtyard door, and then the girl's crisp voice came out: "Brother General Ye is back, Sister Genu, Brother General Ye is back..."

Then the girl ran down and jumped into the arms of the general night, holding the general night like an octopus, and smiled at the general night with a childish face and said, "Finally, I'm waiting for you..."

The girl was just melting. She squeezed out a smile on her face and leaned her forehead with her face.

He stopped in place and waited for a long time, but did not wait for Genu to appear. He walked into the yard with Rongrong in his arms. The environment in the yard is similar to before, but there are many more children. They curl up in the corner of the wall in tattered clothes, skinny, staring at the night with dull eyes, without brilliance.

Rongrong explained, "These are the children who have recently defected to the lonely city. Although the city is gone, Sister Gonu still insists on taking these children. She said that she wanted to feed them, and then teach them the skills of Lonely City, just like before, to make them real ink..."

He couldn't help crying at night, and the spring gushed out again. Tears crossed the corners of his mouth. He licked it gently with his tongue, and the bitter taste was that he had never tasted before.

He slowly walked in the direction where Gonu lived, but there was a messy sound of beating iron. Entering the door, Jiang Ye was completely stunned. He didn't want the appearance of Gonu's boudoir at all. No matter how he looked at it, it looked like a blacksmith's shop. Wearing a dark red overalls, the Gonu with a big belly was hitting the iron blocks one by one. There were a lot of iron branches picked up from the iron tree beside her. Her pet little firebird was angry. Burn red iron with the fire of your own rosefinch.

Ginu is much thinner than before. His hair is messy, stained with sweat on his neck, and there are several casual and messy carbon marks on his white neck, which makes the night look distressed.

Ginu still didn't mean to look back at him. The hammer in her hand was still a stubborn hammer, just like her stubborn temper.

Rong Rong came forward, shook her arm and said, "Sister Ginu, you can talk to Brother Ye!"

Listening to Rongrong calling his brother, he couldn't help but feel a heartache.

Ginu angrily threw the hammer into the stove, and the spark in the stove splashed on her hand. She didn't know it, and then shouted hysterically, "Get out, tell him to get out. There is no place for him here. He doesn't belong here. Tell him to go to the Sky City to find his Light Elf Princess!"

There was another twitch in Ye's heart. He didn't say anything because he didn't know what to say to Ginu.

He suddenly remembered that before he left, Gonu cried and begged him not to leave, for the sake of the lonely city. The cry is still in my ears, but the lonely city has changed.

Rongrong frowned and said, "A thousand mistakes are also the fault of the City of the Sky. It has nothing to do with Sister Chunchun. Besides, we are also saved by Sister Chunchun. If it weren't for Sister Chunchun, I'm afraid we would have become a statue in the cemetery of the City of the Sky, just like Grandpa and uncle..."

Hearing Rongrong's words, he remembered a thunder in the night's head, and the buzzing sound kept shaking, making it difficult for him to think. The words "statue", "cemetery", "grandpa" and "uncle" echoed in his mind. He knew that the lonely city was over, it was all over...

On the other side, Ginu shouted in a completely sarcastic tone, "Yes, we still survived like a dog because of the plea of the precious princess who made a butterfly in the great first Shenhuangzhuang. So, should we buy some gifts to go to the City of the Sky? Thank them for their mercy and didn't kill us? Otherwise, we will now become a statue, despised and ridiculed by the light elves, and be pointed out all our lives?

Rong Rong frowned, looked at Genu, and then at the night. He wanted to say something but couldn't say it.

He pinched his hand bones in Ye's hand and crackled, like a noisy bean.

He did feel that he had no place in this place. The wind and sand within a hundred miles seemed to be accusing him. He was so incompetent that he couldn't even protect his beloved.

He exhaled gently, slowly stepped forward, took Ginu's hand, and healed the burn on her hand with the will of fire. It seemed that after a while, he let go of Ginu's hand and turned to the door.

"Wait!"

Suddenly, he heard Ginu's voice.

He finally had a trace of joy in his heart, as if in such a big world, he was not completely alone, and some people were willing to take him in.

Looking back at night, I didn't see anything else. I only saw a pan getting bigger and bigger in front of my eyes. Finally, I gave myself a pot sticker with a bang.

"Take your things!"

At this time, Gonu seemed to have become a cold queen, breaking the last glimmer of hope in the heart of the night.

He slowly picked up the pan on the ground, wiped it with his sleeves, and then put it into the ring. Under the gaze of a group of orphans, he slowly walked out of the courtyard.

He took out the pan again. There was something in it, which was the night charm of the vegetative state, which was the place where the dance clothes were boarded. The soul of the dance clothes entered the body of Ye Mei. As soon as she wanted to speak, she was stopped by the night.

"Honey, I'll take you home first. Now, I just want to be alone!"

The dance clothes nodded, directly sensed the night to the dark night beside the ghost of the local empire, and transmitted the dance clothes to the ghost.

Under the setting sun, the night wandered alone at the foot of the mountain west of Shifeng. He sat down quietly, lowered his head, put his hands on his head, and sat like that, allowing the scorching sun and the scorching wind and sand of the desperate desert splashed on his body.

For a long time, the shadow behind him moved from the back to the front. The shadow turned into a human form. It seemed to be impatient to sort out his purple cloak and hide his long black hair in the cloak. He looked at the night in front of him with a little sarcasm, and then shook it with his fingers in the self-service ring, shook out a box of cigarettes, lit the cigarette and smoked silently, and then spit out a circle of smoke, which were calm and unrestrained without being affected by the wind and sand.

He raised his head at night, hooked his finger at the mountain cloud in purple robe, took a cigarette, and smoked it silently. In the past, when I smoked, I probably had the idea of pretending to be cool, but now I completely want to smoke one.

Shan Yun spat at the scorching sun and sand and said, "Have you experienced the feeling of hatred?"

He said that he hated him at night, but he didn't even feel any hatred, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

The night narrowed his eyes to Shan Yun and shook his head and said, "No, I'm just thinking about the current situation. I had expected it a long time ago. At the beginning, when I persuaded the two archangels, I also said that we ink were ready to sacrifice. It's just that when I really came to this field, I found that the taste of hatred has never been lingering.

The words of the night make the mountain clouds feel new. If ordinary people encounter this kind of human tragedy, maybe they will immediately go to the enemy desperately with a kitchen knife in one hand, but Changye can sit down and think about these problems.

Jing Ye continued to say, "Now I really feel the feeling of hatred in those years. It's really uncomfortable. I've been thinking about it for a long time. The reason why this hatred is so difficult to put down is that I think the world is too unfair. Good people don't live long, and the scourge has been left for thousands of years. Momen has such great achievements in the world, but it has completely disappeared so bleakly... This is completely different from what I thought at the beginning. I'm a little unwilling.

"Three talents? Hey hey..." Shan Yun smiled almost heartlessly and said, "He and Lei Ming are really unlucky. If they can stay in the Celestial Empire and the buried country, they don't have to go through this muddy water, so they lost their lives in vain. Unfortunately, there were so many brothers in those years, but now there are only you and me. However, there is nothing I don't want to be reconciled. Maybe it's because I've died once. I know I've tried my best. Moreover, as a brother, I'm very clear to tell you that even if you are, the situation will not be better. You have been transferred away from the mountain and escaped for your life. God is not bad for you... ..”

The mood of the night has been suppressed for so long, as if it was heavy. At this time, I finally couldn't help venting it with a loud self-mockery.

"Ha ha, yes, God is really not thin with me. It makes me proud of my youth. After showing my ambition, it makes my country collapse, and my wife and children are separated. Dog. Damn God, at the beginning, I said that all the Mexicans were ready to sacrifice. That was the old man who teased Zhuang Zixu. I didn't expect you to play with me. Is it his mother who wants to play me to death? Dry... Your mistress... What a bear..."

Self-deprecating is really a good way to make people relax in the predicament. In this way, scolding my mother and grandma makes him feel much more comfortable.