Chapter 459

If it doesn't work in the past, I can.

The road always needs people to walk, and only when people walk can they be called roads. Most of the time, it is meaningless self-esteem that binds happiness.

For scientists and magicians, none of this exists.

In front of girls, you must have self-esteem and self-confidence. In front of magic, you just need to play with it. It doesn't matter who plays.

Ivy had been played by the tower once before, and this time he finally had a chance to play back.

……

The rain drenched his body, the water mist that aroused formed a white light, enveloped him, mysterious and lonely. His handsome side face, the beauty of God, step by step to the sword of time.

The sword was indifferent to such a handsome man as him. I don't know how many thousand years it has made it indifferent to all the dead moths.

Ordinary explorers are often similar, and the death of neuropathy is different.

Even if this wonderful flower is particularly handsome, just like this one in front of you.

This sword has already had a hazy consciousness, so it is no longer a simple sword, but a swordsman.

However, its owner is a woman, so it also has some female perspectives: a house, a car, a height of over 180, an annual income of one million, the death of both parents, the payment card, regardless of its past, pet it like a princess

These stinks, of course, do not exist. From this point of view, at least in terms of gender, it is still neutral and objective. It's a good sword. After all, it can't give birth to a warning.

However, the departure of the master, the release of the contract, the heavy burden of responsibility, the hardship of life Time is passing, loneliness is accumulating.

In the recent one thousand years, the changes of the world have made it contaminated with a lot of secular fireworks. Slowly it felt something different coming out of it.

But the soul is not created. In this sense, it feels inferior to a dog.

The master once said: one day, you will meet a right person at the right time and in the right place. At that time, you will understand the meaning of life. Even if there is no soul, it can be a life, even if it has a soul, it may be just a traveler.

The only difference is that you have only one life, no return, and death. However, you really have yourself and you don't have to share your soul with others.

Really one day, those who share the soul, together, they will find that their own life, the faith they adhere to, is only a part of life, a small part, or even trivial.

In fact, I envy you very much. If I have a choice, I hope to be you and live only for myself. I will be happy with gratitude and hatred without regret in this life

It remembers that look and understands more today, which makes it choose to be like her So it, or "she", uses her endless life to wait for a person in silence. To be exact, it is a way of life.

He came, he felt himself.

Poof!

A mouthful of blood gushed from Ivy's mouth The dense blood mist is coming out directly from the halo of the white water mist Falling on the stone tower that has never changed for thousands of years The bell above is ringing

Well, Ivy looked up. At half past ten, it was time to ring It's just, is that winning? No more.

He stopped.

The clock also stopped.

Oh, clock.

The sword of time is more unhappy in my heart, oh, man.

With his dirty blood, wet my body, etc., it seems that there is something wrong

Sleeping trough! It suddenly remembered that the master had already terminated the contract, and now, he was already ownerless, and this man This man What did he just do on his own? Does he possess himself? Will he be in charge?

Well, it's nothing

Thousands of years of waiting, thousands of years of wind and frost, 100000 years of years I don't know where the dust has been on the surface of her body, and built some strong protective shell. Instead of washing them off, the light rain has helped the tyrant, solidifying the persistent mind again and again

In other words, I have not shown my true face, but the vicissitudes of time The only way to really awaken her desire is to take off her long-standing skin, um, hard defensive shell

Can that man do it?

Can he really pull himself out of the scabbard? Then through the pure blood, his ancestral chromosome, portrayed in his own life?

To do this, he needs to really understand the law of time To tell you the truth, this is something that four dimensional mages can't do Those four-dimensional mages who live in the world just understand the skin of time and rely on the accumulation of strength. Such "genius" is not worth mentioning Unless, like the host

It's just that it's impossible. Even the master reached the three-dimensional peak. When he entered the four-dimensional world, he really understood the law of time, crossed the fourth dimension and fished himself out of the river of timeNow, this stupid man is only a two-dimensional mage, and has not even reached the peak of two-dimensional. If he can understand the law of time, then

……

Achoo!

Ivy rubbed his nose and just touched the cold tower of time. For a moment, it seemed that there was a sharp sword spirit coming towards him, which made him seriously injured in an instant But when he really went to inspect his injury, he found that it didn't even count as skin injury. It seemed that there was just a mouthful of blood, just spit out, and then it was comfortable. It was no more elegant than spitting a mouthful of phlegm This is embarrassing.

Now, he felt an itchy nose, a bad feeling, full of his mucous membrane, and a sneeze was born.

Strange, this is why, he looked up at the sky, found that the light rain is still pattering on the ground, damn, God got uremia?

Achoo!

Sure enough, I caught a cold.

Such an explanation, immediately logical access, is more reliable than any supernatural suspense.

He wrapped the clothes on his body. He knew that he would not pack 13 any more. A man, many times, has to do according to his ability. It's easy to be dressed like

Try it again, ivy. Cheer yourself up. I can't He looked at the clock tower in front of him and pretended that this guy was a goddess and he was a licking dog One day, I will finish the counter attack.

He gently stretched out his generous, white, slender, powerful girlfriend, er, right hand Touch the cool, wet, sticky, green Well, it's covered with moss after being drenched with rain. Many traces of years are left for him to look at

This time, he was not rudely refused, and some pictures appeared in his mind

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