In the end, it's still hated.

You still get more than me.

Even if I kill all the people in the world, I still can't get her smile.

Walking out of the rainy night in the forest, she was also for you, and eventually went against me.

Mingming, at the beginning, the person she saw in her bright eyes was me.

In those days and nights, the rainy nights that were windy and rainy as if they were about to suffocate people, the only warmth came from her chest, my vest, and the beating of my heart, so close, so close, almost melted.

But in the end, her warmth and tenderness were given to you.

My ‘brother’.

When she walked out of the dense forest, she had missed the opportunity to let her go to him.

If he owns the Central Plains world, he can only own her, then he will not be able to turn back.

So, I heard it.

The master said, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot.

The time of making a vow is the day of refuge.

The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore.

But……

"I can't go back, little girl." He hugged her, who was drowsy in the sound array, and gently stroked her soft cheeks with his fingertips. The thin hair on his forehead was printed on her lips as gentle as possible.

"In my hometown, legend has a bird in this world that has beautiful wings that can fly very high, but it has no feet since its birth and can only fly forward. Whether it is sun or heavy rain, it has no chance to stop. It can only fly continuously, through wind and rain, until it is exhausted, its essence and blood are dissipated and fall into the air, or it is flooded by wind and rain."

"And I am this bird. I missed your gentle hand and couldn't turn my head back."

His path is a road that cannot be turned back.

Leading to the highest position, or - Huangquan.

The only thing he wished was to have her all the way.

Even if she looked at him, there was no longer the tenderness and unity of heart and virtue in the rainy nights in the forest, only disgust and coldness.

He no longer expects her to smile at him again, so he expects to have great power, let her kneel under his knees, hold them in his palms, and not escape, and sink together.

…*…*………………

Buddha taught me and should save millions of people

Let me kill thousands of people first

Crazy robes and robes

How can you not repent and sincerely

In the romantic world, I have met you, and in the best time of my life, my obsession becomes false.

The killing is too deep, and the opponent is so scheming that it is terrible. The man who comes to plot against you and you - my little girl, is always surprising.

Therefore, if you are defeated all the way and end up with the end of your journey, you must fight against each other.

The Island of Tides is a place for hope and a place for burying despair.

In the grand flame, I think it's too late to repent.

I have thought about it countless times, but if I can't get it, I will destroy it.

However, the body is one step ahead of being sincere than the consciousness, just like the posture of protecting you and protecting you on a rainy night many years ago.

The moment the flesh was torn apart, the smell of burnt smell spread.

The pain of death suddenly became insignificant when I saw you stunned by the dark jade eyes.

I want to ask you too many questions.

But in the end, I only asked the extremely humble sentence - "Little girl, have you ever loved me?"

Be as humble as the dust, be careful.

It’s not about asking for an answer, it’s just about having a peace of mind.

However, you will probably never hear your answer.

Or, I never wanted to hear your answer.

I'm afraid that I will be even more desperate after hearing this.

So, that's it.

If I had no chance to open my eyes on that rainy night, maybe I could hear you crying for me.

I said, "Believe me, it will be fine."

You smiled and cried: "I believe."

In the fire, I just need to remember the gurgling sound of rain in the dense forest on a rainy night, and you smile like a flower.

Just remember that your and my heart was so close at that moment.

The world is peaceful and the world is peaceful.

The fragrance of plants and trees.

...

A trance dream of returning to the cloud armor array,

Kneel and listen to the voice,

Only when the quicksand is washed away can you wear a golden body.

It seems to understand...

Buddha's most compassionate eyes.

...

The sea breeze is rustling and the waves are rising.

"Amitabha, evil fate, evil fate, why can't I be enlightened?" A monk in plain clothes came down from a small boat and looked down at the blood-colored pale figure beside the broken reef. He sighed deeply and bent down.

...

At night, in the dim and dilapidated small temple, a glass lamp shook out the cold light and shadows of the room.

"The sea of ​​suffering in the world is beyond my mind. All the past has been eliminated. Can the donor still miss the sufferings in the world and do not want to look back?" The ethereal Sanskrit sound echoed in the temple with the sound of wooden fish.

The young man leaning on the broken gray pillow, half of his face was handsome and pale, half of his forehead was a trace of a fire kiss to his eyes, hideous and scary, and was wrapped around the white cloth.

But under the dark sky, his expression was very calm, without any sorrow or joy.

It took a long time to get bright.

He gently folded his hands together and closed his eyes: "Master, disciple, turn around and make a vow."

One wish will bring peace to the world.

Two wishes, obsession in my heart, and my life will be peaceful and smooth.

Three wishes, forget all the past.

...

"Amitabha."

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The sound of the River Tu has a gorgeous air-cold feeling in this song "Sha Wujing".

He sang the stories of inconspicuous supporting roles among the golden characters in Journey to the West, and each supporting role is the protagonist in his life.

Just like Gong Shaochen, he tried hard to become the protagonist in the story of Xiaoyu. However, he was too obsessed with him and never looked back. From the day he stepped out of the rain forest, he was destined to be the life of his supporting role.

Perhaps, dying on that rainy night was his best destination.

Next time, should I write about a male supporting role who dies in the middle and becomes the heroine's cinnabar?

The next postscript is from the Third Master. The update is next Wednesday. You can watch it on Thursday morning.

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