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| | Night _ Maoni _ txt Novel Paradise (8th Dec 22 at 2:07am UTC) | | With a bang, he took the iron knife back into its scabbard, untied the iron bow from his shoulder, pulled the bowstring to the full moon, and shot at the Buddha of Mount Sumeru, who was nearly thirty feet tall in the distance. There was no arrow on the string, just a false hair, but the next moment, like the chest of Mount Sumeru Buddha, there was a very deep crack, in which golden liquid kept trickling out, shaped like a bow. Ning Que killed the Buddha with a string. When he finally arrived at the city gate, there were still Buddhas everywhere around him. Those Buddhas shed a lot of blood, and the blood turned into countless lights, which shone clearly on the humble city gate of Chaoyang City. In the light of the Buddha, Sang Sang's face became paler and paler-the Buddha's means were all business, and all Buddhas killed heaven with the light of the Buddha, which was what she feared most. Ning Que clearly felt her pain, his heart trembled slightly, and even began to ache, but he ignored, did not comfort her, and continued to rush to the field outside the city gate. The left hand holds the iron bow, the right hand pulls the string, buzzing, as if the string is broken,empty lotion tubes, and as if someone is playing cotton, the Buddha around the city gate appears numerous cracks, and then dies. Buddha's light oozes from those cracks, permeates the field, becomes more and more rich, Sang Sang frowns more and more tightly, spurts out more and more blood. …… Sang Sang woke up and looked at the dark bottom of the cave, silent, eyes a little dim,plastic packaging tube, do not know what to think. Ning Que held her in his arms and asked, "What's wrong?" "I had a nightmare," Sang said. Ning Que was stunned. He forced a smile and asked, "That's new. What did you dream about?" Haotian can't dream. Only mortals can dream. She began to dream, which showed that she began to become a real mortal. Whether it was the world of mortals left in her body by the Master or the three poisons of greed, anger and infatuation planted in her body by the Buddha, they were becoming stronger and stronger. I dreamed of many Buddhas. They picked up knives and cut their faces and bodies to make themselves bleed. They squeezed the wounds hard to make the blood flow out faster. There was no painful expression on their faces. Some Buddhas were burning firewood to make the blood evaporate faster. Some Buddhas even jumped up and down from the cliff. Sang Sang's face was expressionless, but there was fear in his eyes. Ning Que thought about the pictures when he came out of the Chaoyang City Gate, and his fingers became slightly cool. Sang Sang is very weak now. This world full of Buddha's light is too terrible for her. Hold on a little longer. He gently stroked her back. If I go on like this, I will die. Sang Sang's face is still expressionless, eyes in addition to fear, but also more pain. Death means the end, is eternal sleep, for any self-conscious existence, this is the most terrible thing, she never thought she would die, so she did not fear, until now. "I won't let you die, plastic laminated tube ,pump tube," said Ning Que. Sang Sang said, "You have said this many times, and there is no other meaning except to comfort yourself." Ning Que looked into her eyes and said, "The end of the story should not be like this.". Now that we are awake, we must be able to find a way to leave. Sang Sang said: "You said before, this is not the story of the book." Ning Que said, "No matter what the story is, I am the hero and you are the heroine, so we should not die." "Maybe in this story, we are just supporting roles." Sang Sang looked at the dark night sky outside the cave, looked at the light of the Buddha that gradually filled the distance of the field, listened to the sound of the Sutra that gradually became clear, and said: "Because this is the story of Buddha." Ning Que was silent for a long time and said, "Sleep a little longer, and you can stay a little longer." Sang Sang turned sideways and went back to sleep. Ning Que sat on her side, looking at her frowning from time to time, some aggrieved lips, painful expression, feel very sad, reach out to smooth her eyebrows. When Sang Sang is awake, he never shows pain. He left the cave in the early morning and continued to walk southward according to the original plan. It didn't take long for him to enter the mountains and forests with dense vegetation. Ning Que's mood relaxed a little, thinking that here is so desolate, it is impossible to be like Chaoyang City, looking ahead, there are Buddhas everywhere, Buddha's light everywhere. What he thinks is not wrong, but not accurate enough.
It is true that there are not so many Buddhas in the mountains and forests of the south, but there are still Buddhas. The woodcutter I met on the mountain path is a Buddha. Late at night, there is a Buddha riding a big tiger. Ning Que continued to kill Buddha, killing very hard, more and more injuries on the body, Sang Sang also became weaker and weaker, under the torture of three poisons, pale as snow. In order to relax, he began to sing the song of the black pig again. Sang Sang was very unhappy and wanted to dress up as a black face, but his face was too white to be a deterrent. "You will only bully me while I am weak!" She shouted angrily. Ning Que patted her buttocks and said, "The reason is not clear. It's Buddha who poisoned you. It has nothing to do with me. It's true that I bullied you, but you can't have that word." Just then, a wild boar covered with black mud jumped out of the woods. The boar looked at Ning Que foolishly, probably feeling the danger and ran away. Sang Sang said weakly, "The crow fell on the pig's back. The bald donkey and the Academy are all black-hearted thieves." A black crow came and landed somewhere in the woods. A moment later, the boar, covered with black mud, came out of the woods dejectedly. The black crow stood on its back, swaggering. "Eat pork at night," said Sang Sang. Ning Que said angrily, "The crow is on the pig's back, and you are on my back. Am I a pig?" Sang Sang leaned on his shoulder and whispered, "If you weren't a pig, how could you be here?" (To be continued) Small.. Say 。 t。 Xt-Tian/Tang Chapter 133 see is kill. co Ning Que laughed, he knew what she meant, understood that she was telling his feelings, and even better, there was her feelings in this kind of telling, so he was very happy. The wild boar was killed by the stream, a bonfire was made, the meat made a sizzling sound on the fire,tube lip gloss, the oil gradually flowed, the fragrance overflowed, and the two men ate a full meal and then rested. emptycosmetictubes.com | |
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