Please also as soon as possible, the dust will not stay in the same place all the time.Liu Qingying did not hide her anxiousness and stood up and left the office.
Qilin looked at Mrs. Li: Mrs. Li, what do you think?
I think it can be collaborated.Mrs. Li concentrated slightly: Dust is a historical legacy of the Baichuan Group. Now that the two major organizations have merged, solving dust can not only combat the Cangmu religion, but also promote internal unity and increase morale.
indeed.Qilin said: But it is not ruled out that Liu Qingying is already a Jiusi, and she used a bitter meat trick to get a trap.
This possibility is very small.Mr. Li said: Liu Qingying and Death Zhu, the investigation and persistence of Ba Qiuchi's death, has lasted for ten years. This matter was not planned recently, and it should not be an acting.
If you are worried, you can bring me this action.Mrs. Li said: If anything threatens my life safety within three days, I will have blurry picture sensing and can avoid danger in advance.
Qilin nodded: He is worthy of being a prophet.
hehe.Mrs. Li is not modest either: Everyone thinks that I am an old lady is useless. Maybe it’s time for me to change my image.
……
Snow Country, Aurora Town, Holy Mountain Church.
In the early morning, the classical and solemn church is located at the foot of the snow-capped mountain. The cold spire of the tower rushed straight to the night sky, like a giant beast covered with black thorns dormant on the earth.
The main entrance of the church is open, the auditorium is empty and dilapidated, and the stained glass window cuts the moonlight into broken white flowers.
On the side of the end of the church, a confessional room the size of a telephone booth stands.
In the confession room on the left, there was a boy tied up and covered in bruises. He was Lin Dajian who was kidnapped.
These two days, he woke up from sleep, without food or drink, his body was extremely weak, and his mind began to blur. He felt as if he was trapped in a nightmare that he could not wake up.
Crouch
The small wooden door opposite the confessional room opened, followed by the rustling sound of the cloak, and someone sat down opposite him.
You, who are you... Lin Dajian's voice was weak and asked through the wooden screen: Why do you want to catch me...
... The person opposite didn't speak.
Are you, did you catch the wrong person?... Lin Dajian's voice choked, I have no money, and I have never offended anyone, I have never done bad things in my life...
……
Please let me go, please, I, I don’t want to die... Lin Dajian cried and begged.
The man opposite finally spoke, his voice hoarse and leaked. Life is the original sin, desire is the enemy, and ignorance is the end of the world.
What kind of enemy, what doomsday... Lin Dajian became more and more confused.
I heard a sentence recently, do you know what this means?Dust asked.
Me, I don’t know what you are talking about, I don’t know you, I have no grudges and grudges with you, why do you arrest me...
It's Ah, how could you understand, you are just a lost person.Chen Ai sneered and stood up and left.
Let me out!Lin Dajian automatically ignored the three words "Lost" and he struggled hard but could not break free from the constraints on his body: When will you lock me up?Let me out!Let me go...
Gala
The dust covered in the black cloak walked out of the confessional room and left the church.
The dust passed through a forest that was difficult for the moonlight to shine into, and walked on another ten minutes of night road to a vast gray wasteland.
There is a spacious river lying across the wasteland, with broken ice of all sizes floating in the river, and a huge rock on the bank, with a little snow remaining on it.
Mingjing (Lu Qi) sat on the huge rock and looked up at the aurora.
The night sky is full of stars, and an unpredictable green streamer floats lightly, light and dark, and a magnificent pink color is occasionally emitted.
The deep night sky and the gray wasteland are like an oil painting that is both mysterious, profound and psychedelic under the smudge of the aurora.
The dust climbed onto the huge rock, sat down beside the mirror, and looked up to admire the aurora.
After a while, Chen Ai spoke: I left some traces along the way of arresting Lin Dajian. Shensi would definitely find out if he was interested in investigating. If he was quick, he might be able to track down tomorrow.
Mingjing nodded slightly: This place is ready.
Um.
The brother and sister stopped talking and continued to sit quietly and looked at the aurora.
After a long time, Chen Ai: You said, where did these lights come from?
Aurora is charged high-energy particles of magnetosphere and solar wind...
You know I'm not asking about this.The dust interrupted impatiently, where did these lights, this world, and us come from?
Mingjing answered seriously: We come from the Tree of Life.
Will you still have that dream now?Chen looked sideways at the mirror.
In the dream, there are boundless white and black walls, many rivers with eyes and hands, a tree larger than a city, they are all fruits born from the trees, and after they mature, they fall into the river.
Mingjing shook his head: I have stopped dreaming since I first boarded a human.
Me too.Chen Yi stretched out his right hand and looked at his palm covered with burn scars: Since I was staying in Coptis chinensis, I have never dreamed of the tree of life again.
Chen Ai suddenly felt sad, and she took out a yellowed photo from her pocket, which was a young brother and sister.
The man has long black hair, deep eyebrows and eyes, a classic appearance, and a handsome tree.The girl also has black hair, with a braided braid, beautiful and delicate, with a jasper in her family, and is adorable.
Chen Ai was fascinated by the photos and remembered some past events that looked like they were in his previous life.
You still keep it?A clear question.
I don't want to forget my face.The dust sounds hatefully.
Dust, appearance doesn't matter.Mingjing reached out and tried to lift the dusty cloak.
Don't... Chen Yi avoided it sensitively: I hate this face, no, I hate all of him. If I hadn't taken a fancy to his talent, I would have changed people long ago.
Dust, appearance doesn't matter.Repeat with Spiegel: Our souls will never change.
Do we really have souls?Chen Hai smiled bitterly: I think only humans have souls.
All things have spirits, and all lives have souls.Mingjing is very sure.
Um.Chen Ai felt relieved when he heard Mingjing speak seriously.
In the past ten years of undercover, what Chen Ai misses most is Mingjing.
In the past, brothers and sisters were always inseparable. Later, they joined the Cangmu religion. For the sake of faith, for redemption, and for going to the kingdom of God, they had to separate and carry out their own tasks.
The dust pulled down the brim of the cape, completely covering her face. She tilted her body and gently leaned her head against Mingjing's shoulder: Mingjing, can we really reach the other side?
Qilin looked at Mrs. Li: Mrs. Li, what do you think?
I think it can be collaborated.Mrs. Li concentrated slightly: Dust is a historical legacy of the Baichuan Group. Now that the two major organizations have merged, solving dust can not only combat the Cangmu religion, but also promote internal unity and increase morale.
indeed.Qilin said: But it is not ruled out that Liu Qingying is already a Jiusi, and she used a bitter meat trick to get a trap.
This possibility is very small.Mr. Li said: Liu Qingying and Death Zhu, the investigation and persistence of Ba Qiuchi's death, has lasted for ten years. This matter was not planned recently, and it should not be an acting.
If you are worried, you can bring me this action.Mrs. Li said: If anything threatens my life safety within three days, I will have blurry picture sensing and can avoid danger in advance.
Qilin nodded: He is worthy of being a prophet.
hehe.Mrs. Li is not modest either: Everyone thinks that I am an old lady is useless. Maybe it’s time for me to change my image.
……
Snow Country, Aurora Town, Holy Mountain Church.
In the early morning, the classical and solemn church is located at the foot of the snow-capped mountain. The cold spire of the tower rushed straight to the night sky, like a giant beast covered with black thorns dormant on the earth.
The main entrance of the church is open, the auditorium is empty and dilapidated, and the stained glass window cuts the moonlight into broken white flowers.
On the side of the end of the church, a confessional room the size of a telephone booth stands.
In the confession room on the left, there was a boy tied up and covered in bruises. He was Lin Dajian who was kidnapped.
These two days, he woke up from sleep, without food or drink, his body was extremely weak, and his mind began to blur. He felt as if he was trapped in a nightmare that he could not wake up.
Crouch
The small wooden door opposite the confessional room opened, followed by the rustling sound of the cloak, and someone sat down opposite him.
You, who are you... Lin Dajian's voice was weak and asked through the wooden screen: Why do you want to catch me...
... The person opposite didn't speak.
Are you, did you catch the wrong person?... Lin Dajian's voice choked, I have no money, and I have never offended anyone, I have never done bad things in my life...
……
Please let me go, please, I, I don’t want to die... Lin Dajian cried and begged.
The man opposite finally spoke, his voice hoarse and leaked. Life is the original sin, desire is the enemy, and ignorance is the end of the world.
What kind of enemy, what doomsday... Lin Dajian became more and more confused.
I heard a sentence recently, do you know what this means?Dust asked.
Me, I don’t know what you are talking about, I don’t know you, I have no grudges and grudges with you, why do you arrest me...
It's Ah, how could you understand, you are just a lost person.Chen Ai sneered and stood up and left.
Let me out!Lin Dajian automatically ignored the three words "Lost" and he struggled hard but could not break free from the constraints on his body: When will you lock me up?Let me out!Let me go...
Gala
The dust covered in the black cloak walked out of the confessional room and left the church.
The dust passed through a forest that was difficult for the moonlight to shine into, and walked on another ten minutes of night road to a vast gray wasteland.
There is a spacious river lying across the wasteland, with broken ice of all sizes floating in the river, and a huge rock on the bank, with a little snow remaining on it.
Mingjing (Lu Qi) sat on the huge rock and looked up at the aurora.
The night sky is full of stars, and an unpredictable green streamer floats lightly, light and dark, and a magnificent pink color is occasionally emitted.
The deep night sky and the gray wasteland are like an oil painting that is both mysterious, profound and psychedelic under the smudge of the aurora.
The dust climbed onto the huge rock, sat down beside the mirror, and looked up to admire the aurora.
After a while, Chen Ai spoke: I left some traces along the way of arresting Lin Dajian. Shensi would definitely find out if he was interested in investigating. If he was quick, he might be able to track down tomorrow.
Mingjing nodded slightly: This place is ready.
Um.
The brother and sister stopped talking and continued to sit quietly and looked at the aurora.
After a long time, Chen Ai: You said, where did these lights come from?
Aurora is charged high-energy particles of magnetosphere and solar wind...
You know I'm not asking about this.The dust interrupted impatiently, where did these lights, this world, and us come from?
Mingjing answered seriously: We come from the Tree of Life.
Will you still have that dream now?Chen looked sideways at the mirror.
In the dream, there are boundless white and black walls, many rivers with eyes and hands, a tree larger than a city, they are all fruits born from the trees, and after they mature, they fall into the river.
Mingjing shook his head: I have stopped dreaming since I first boarded a human.
Me too.Chen Yi stretched out his right hand and looked at his palm covered with burn scars: Since I was staying in Coptis chinensis, I have never dreamed of the tree of life again.
Chen Ai suddenly felt sad, and she took out a yellowed photo from her pocket, which was a young brother and sister.
The man has long black hair, deep eyebrows and eyes, a classic appearance, and a handsome tree.The girl also has black hair, with a braided braid, beautiful and delicate, with a jasper in her family, and is adorable.
Chen Ai was fascinated by the photos and remembered some past events that looked like they were in his previous life.
You still keep it?A clear question.
I don't want to forget my face.The dust sounds hatefully.
Dust, appearance doesn't matter.Mingjing reached out and tried to lift the dusty cloak.
Don't... Chen Yi avoided it sensitively: I hate this face, no, I hate all of him. If I hadn't taken a fancy to his talent, I would have changed people long ago.
Dust, appearance doesn't matter.Repeat with Spiegel: Our souls will never change.
Do we really have souls?Chen Hai smiled bitterly: I think only humans have souls.
All things have spirits, and all lives have souls.Mingjing is very sure.
Um.Chen Ai felt relieved when he heard Mingjing speak seriously.
In the past ten years of undercover, what Chen Ai misses most is Mingjing.
In the past, brothers and sisters were always inseparable. Later, they joined the Cangmu religion. For the sake of faith, for redemption, and for going to the kingdom of God, they had to separate and carry out their own tasks.
The dust pulled down the brim of the cape, completely covering her face. She tilted her body and gently leaned her head against Mingjing's shoulder: Mingjing, can we really reach the other side?
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