Chapter 126 Qianyuan's helplessness
"Hmm~~~!"
"It's all waste. It's been so many days, and I haven't found any news about the spokesperson of the Lord God~~~!"
After the roar, Qianyuan's scolding came from the closed room. Even the tightly closed door seemed to vibrate back and forth with the sound waves, wiping the door frame.
In the face of Qianyuan's anger, all the T1 team members below were silent and dared not be unhappy at all. You know, they also feel a little ashamed about this answer. You know, they used all the human and material resources of T1 and spent a whole week traveling all over the country. As long as the rumors of the spokesperson of the Lord God have been rumored, carpet-style searches have been carried out, but with little effect. Even the specific location of the activities of the spokesperson of the Lord God cannot be determined, let alone the distant light ball of the Lord God.
No wonder Qianyuan is so dissatisfied with this answer. You should know that all his hopes are placed on this group of men. If it hadn't been for the helplessness, he wouldn't have forced these players to be so tight. The stored materials are only enough for a week, and this news is like an invisible mountain pressing on him all the time. In the end, he will not compromise with Liu Qing, which is equivalent to handing over his hard-earned Kyoto base. This is what Qianyuan doesn't want to see anyway. However, life is unsatisfactory. From the main god's light ball to Lin Xiangyang, he returned empty-handed. Qian Yuan knew that even if he was helpless, even if he didn't want to, sometimes he had to bow to others.
"Captain, I found a phenomenon in this operation. Every time our team gets a place for the activity of the spokesperson of the Lord God, when we arrive, those residences are already empty. Moreover, I got a message that the spokespersons of the Lord God have died inexplicably, because I dare not take this news. Sure, I'm afraid it's the way to get rid of the shell of the golden cicada played by the spokespersons of the main god, so I didn't say at the beginning. Now that I think about it, Liu Qing has already done it. You know, Liu Qing is the only one who has the ability to kill so many powerful spokespersons of the main god unconsciously in China. Moreover, he is also the Lord. Liu Qing, the spokesperson of God, is much easier than us to find other spokespersons of the Lord God. Perhaps, we really don't need to look for it any further. If it hadn't been my expectation, other spokespersons of the main gods would have been poisoned by Liu Qing. Besides, with Liu Qing's cunning, he will not let such a big loophole drill for us.
After saying that, the T1 team member slowly stood back to the team and looked at Qianyuan calmly. Hearing the news, Qianyuan, who still had a glimmer of hope, looked like dead ashes. After a moment of meditation, Qianyuan felt that the news told by the T1 team member should be true. Although all the members still didn't want to believe it, how could Qianyuan, who had been fighting with Liu Qing for so long, not understand what Liu Qing was? While secretly scolding Liu Qing for being despicable, Qian Yuan also sighed helplessly that Liu Qing was killing him, forcing himself to give in. Without the support of the Lord God's Lightball and the Lord God's spokesperson, even if he is capable, he has the help of those shreate slaves who are "dead-hearted" and "work hard" to complain, but it is difficult for a skillful woman to cook rice~~~!
Now there are only two ways in front of Qianyuan. One is that they will never give in to Liu Qing under any circumstances, so the result is that the survivors of the entire Kyoto base, including them, will face the embarrassing situation of starvation in three days at most. However, if he gives in to Liu Qing, the result will not be good. Not to mention whether Liu Qing will occupy his entire base, but his dream of occupying the Kyoto base alone has been ruined.
Thinking of this, Qianyuan smiled bitterly and had a choice in his heart. Did he really give up his hard-earned Kyoto base? Now I remember that he promised Lin Xiangyang to rebel and seize the Kyoto base by force. At that time, he must have been regarded as a pawn to capture the Kyoto base by Liu Qing and the old fox surnamed Lin for a moment, but he was overwhelmed by desire and vaguely agreed to the two bastards, which really made Qianyuan regret. If, he At that time, he did not promise that Lin Xiangyang may have eradicated Lin Xiangyang, which may have made Minister Liu more trusting. Maybe he has now risen? Maybe~~~~!
But how can there be those in life~~~?
Captain, what should we do next? Now there are not many materials in the whole base. If there is no more material reserves, the daily life of more than 700,000 survivors in the whole base will not be guaranteed.
"Alas~~~!"
Listening to his subordinate's report, Qianyuan sighed deeply and turned around and left the room. There were a few T1 members left, looking at each other for unknown reasons...
"General~~~! Qianyuan is coming~~!"
"Oh~~? Invite him in~~~!"
Hearing the report of his guard, Liu Qing smiled and secretly said that your boy was finally willing to come~~! I thought you had a lot of backbone~~~! The small role is always a small role, and even if it is pushed to a high position, it is still nothing to do.
"General Liu~~~! Ha~, please don't be surprised if you come to visit until now. It's really a mess of the Kyoto base, and there are too many things to deal with.
As soon as he entered the door, Qianyuan's words were full of compliments for Liu Qing, and it seemed that he did not suggest that the two of them were still sworn against each other not long ago. Although Liu Qing has never taken such a thing to his heart.
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In that life, you were a peach blossom and I was a begonia,
looking at each other from afar,
You said that if there is an afterlife, we will die together,
That's it,
We stay together and are buried next to the Sansheng Stone in Qianmo.
Waiting for Weiyang, the flowers on the other side bloom,
That life is too long, that life is too long,
I ignited the time of withered tens of millions of years withered with me,
Those petals that fall into memory have nowhere to be placed,
The heavy snow will eventually bury you and me,
In this life, my sadness is like broken wings,
I can no longer fly back to the place where the dream began;
The long-cherished wish of the previous life flows quietly,
Your silhouette is shaking,
Become the most profound song in my life,
The universe is flooded, ten thousand years past,
I don't know if I can still distinguish your blurred fragrance,
Season after season of desolation,
It dilutes the unforgettable fragrance that sleeps in the memory of the previous life,
Through the vicissitudes of that life,
Who will you be left behind in this world?
The cold moonlight in the sky,
The ancient alley scattered in the desire of reincarnation,
Those eternal sorrows that are silenced in the wind,
It evoked the eager watch of who was involved for a lifetime,
The sky is clear and peaceful,
A clear vow is covered with elegant new makeup,
I wandered in the blurred and blurred scenery,
No one lit up the dialogue of that life,
Missed the glory, missed the time about you,
What will you look like in this life?
Red Dust Singing,
I seem to see you laughing in exile in the wind,
With a bright red and sad fragrance,
The heavy snow will eventually bury you and me,
In this life, my sadness is like broken wings,
You can never fly back to the place where the dream began,
The long-cherished wish of the previous life flows quietly,
Your silhouette is shaking,
Become the most profound string song of my life.........
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Today, I suddenly listened to the song of Hetu again. The * of the song itself is no longer wanted to say, and it was also a tearful painting:
My thoughts swayed in the wind and couldn't recall everything I had. The distance of the blue sky lost everything and I don't remember who was by my side. Gently open your eyes, your smile, the feeling of heartbeat. It's like separation for a long time, but I have been attached to it and want to return to the time of love. Remember the picture and want to review it again, so that I can remember every day I spent with you. Unfinished love, let the new memory continue, and the beautiful green lotus is blooming by the water.
In the case, the book. That year in the book. The eyes of the former demeanor are distracted, and the once elegant figure is getting thinner and thinner in the invisible light and shadow, and gradually blurred into a touch of sadness. The cold wind blew up the clothes list, and there were no plum petals of old knowledge under the steps. The thin body stood alone, quietly, snowing, melting in the hair, but without any feeling. The cold wind suddenly rose, and the snowflakes were flying in a day. He raised his hand as if he felt pity, but only scratched the palm of his hand coldly...
Have you ever said goodbye that year?
In the case, the book. Before the book, this day. I sat silently every thousand years. This time, I was just a person outside the book, allowing the world to come and hate marriage. I only read books coldly and don't ask.
It used to be willows with green ink like smoke, curling and rendering the surrounding colors. He used to be a Yan dancer who snored at the spring dawn, Qingqing, and intoxicated with the people in the building. It used to be the painting at night, and there was drunkenness in the depths of the lights. It used to be the wind and moon, silk bamboo orchestra, brocade robe and jade belt, against the barrier, to the beauty. Singing and dancing seems to be able to settle down in this troubled world.
However, it seems that the dream that can be indulged in it forever will eventually die. Who was drunk and stepped on the horse's hoof at night; who once smiled and skillfully made exquisite words? Now, the night wind and drizzle beat the cold, and the Qinhuai water floated a few tearful fallen leaves. The mottled vermilion, the barren silence. The lights are no longer prosperous. Mountains and rivers are broken, like immortal nightmares and withered years. Looking for memories, he vaguely rolled his sleeves and whispered. Now, the Qinhuai water is washing and the moonlight is slightly cool.
It's autumn and night. I don't know where the flute broke the cold memory of Jinling City. The only desolation of fireworks, the prosperity annihilated in a blink of an eye. The wine cup is blurred, the painting building is empty, and the mirror is dusty.
It's negative, and it's finally negative. He still wrote words, wrote sad and hateful, and wrote blood stains with tears. Do you know that he doesn't want this picturesque country, only chooses cinnabar; he is not afraid of betraying the world, just don't let her down.
But the ending is sad. Shaohua passed away, tears filled, and people left. And he also left after waiting for the humiliation and hatred on the day when he should have whispered.
Silently, I still watched silently, looking at the carved railings and jade and the flowing water of Qinhuai. It seemed to be sad, like sighing, and finally speechless.
Today, I can't remember half a sentence of Li Yu. Maybe, I don't remember the name and his old story of Jinling.
Hongchen has repeated, and there are too many heartbreaking stories. How many unrestrained and flawless, finally lost the world for one person.
It is spread thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, but the wolf smoke is colorless and has nothing to do with war. But let the country be stained with blood and abandon the world for the sake of a person's smile.
Only that year, the beauty of the falling flowers season. The cinnabar nodded his eyebrows and smiled like a fantasy. Then, listen to the sound of the water and the past. Looking at the prosperity, when I returned, only the beauty died, and the hero's hair was lonely and desolate. Regardless of whether he has no chance, he will stay in the afterlife in the next year, with the bright moon and the sea, talking about lanterns and candles, and in front of the eyebrow window.
I don't remember why the world is, and the regret is just the envy of the immortal couple. Unexpectedly, the blood stain of cinnabar seems to be a doomed fate. Wrong, wrong thousand times, wrong thousand years. Still no regrets. The sound of the flute still surrounds the sound of water, calling the memory of the former. Several times of reincarnation, the cause and effect of life, do not hesitate to the world, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, not as good as the cinnabar between your eyebrows.