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Chapter 42 37. The Lotus Dreams

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    However, even though he was watching the game, Li Junying still cared about the comfort on the field, especially the two peers made the recognition.

    Guangcheng, Guangcheng, although I know you didn't do it on purpose, but you turned your back too quickly, right?

    Before Li Junying could stand still, the second wave of bombing struck again.

    "I*!" Li Junying almost drifted into outer space along the corridor this time, but he didn't rely on his own strength to maintain this "almost".  arms.

    The wind and waves are very strong, not only the flames, but also the power of thunder.  Li Junying's eyes were still not quite open, he only saw the hair, and the hair was flying, but not much, as if he was feeling the breeze.

    It is perm-dyed wine red long curly hair.

    Although in this situation, if you don't close your eyes, you will feel the burning heat, but Li Junying himself doesn't know why, he can't close his eyes, and every second in front of him seems to tell him that this is the meaning of life, it is him.  The only light that can be grasped after breaking through the darkness.

    Until the smoke and dust cleared, Li Junying saw the face clearly¡ª¡ªRongguang, this was the word that first appeared in his mind, after that he couldn't think of another word to describe it, and he dared not describe it again.

    "Children, let's go."

    Li Junying suspected that he heard it wrong, but he was indeed thrown out, and he really felt the shock.  Then his heart was full of question marks.

    He glanced at the hall. At this moment, only King Ting was left slumped in a chair, and all the others were gone, including the queen and the three people in the middle.  Instead, he saw another man with a big beard, short and stocky, this, isn't this Guangcheng's father?

    To make matters worse, Guangcheng's father suffered puncture damage to his abdomen at the moment, which was not caused by an explosion.  Li Junying thought for a while, and Guangcheng's father's bench was empty last time.

    Father Guang was gently placed in the corner, and the beautythe goddess gave him a kiss: "Husband, go back and wait for me first."

    "No, I want to be with my children" Father Guang couldn't finish his sentence, and then he disappeared on the spot.

    Waitbeautygoddessaunt?

    And the light raised his eyebrows at Li Junying, then walked towards the field and stopped in a place where there seemed to be nothing.  Then Li Junying heard her soft voice: "What's the matter, the whole family. Forget it, I won't wade in this muddy water."

    After that, Li Junying could only see King Ting who seemed to be whispering-

    This night, a strange scene appeared in the sky: the stars and the moon rose at the same time, and they were equally shining. The color of the night sky was close to that of the lake, and the sky and the earth met.  Many market stories have been handed down in a concrete form, but none of them are the protagonists.

    On a lotus leaf, the boy is kneeling and sitting here.  His body is upwards, but his fingers and eyes are downwards.  In front of him was a blood-colored lotus.

    He stretched out his left hand, and the fingertips were still a little away from the lotus, but the weird five-petaled flower was already building a connection with him.

    The young man looked down obsessively, seemingly ignoring the polluted river water.  There should be some kind of obsession in his heart that makes him think about it and ask him to solve it, even if the answer is destined to take him thousands of years.  And he doesn't care about the years, and he has nothing else to care about.

    Some stars fell into the lake, but they didn't make too much waves, and they didn't wake up the dreamer.  Just walking with the fall, someone lit a Kongming lantern with the sun painted on it.

    In midair, a graceful figure sat in the air.

    "Ying, you really can't forget this fake lake. Or do you really think it's interesting to let a child wear your coat?"

    "I don't think so." Karaka's figure gradually emerged. He looked illusory, but at least he looked human now. He looked at another person in the air, "Ping'er, do you know what you look like now?"  ? It's the best look of your age."

    The queen supported her chin and smiled softly: "The time when I didn't meet you is the best time for me."

    "You broke my heart."

    "Do you have a heart?"

    Karaka raised his eyebrows, and perhaps shook his head invisibly.  His expression now is more lively than on the outside, and he no longer looks like he is bitter and bitter.

    "When you were talking to me outside, you were either preparing to launch an offensive or sending people away. Now, what are you doing?"

    The Queen looked up at him, expressionless.

    "This is your world, you pull me in and you don't know what I'm doingwhat?  "

    "I saw you didn't seem to do anything."

    "Then I didn't do it."

    "It's not like you."

    "It doesn't look like you either." The queen's gaze stayed on the child below.

    He was dressed in a red cloth, with both ends falling down like wings, and the sparkling light reflected on his clothes, but his eyes were blank, like someone catching a butterfly with his index finger.

    At least now it seems that there is nothing to worry about, he is just trapped by certain thoughts, a usual method.

    Karaka was also looking down, but there was not much interest in his eyes.

    "Are you not worried about them at all?"

    The queen glanced at him again, briefly, as if laughing at another ignorant person.

    "Have you ever worried that I will kill you?"

    Karaka smiled and said: "It is true that the essence of the two problems is the same. But the possibility of them getting lost in thought cannot be ruled out."

    "Maybe." The queen was noncommittal, "Why don't you come and share with me, what kind of problems are you leaving behind?"

    "It's not difficult at all for you." Karaka also looked at her. This was the first time the two of them looked at each other here, as calm as their conversation.

    But this time, the Queen didn't hold back anymore, she stood up and raised her hands. From top to bottom, the giant sword appeared, cut through the sky, passed through Karaka's body, and stirred up a layer of waves in the lake.  This disappears.

    Karaka's eyes didn't change at all, he just asked, "I tried it again, how does it feel?"

    "Failed again. What you did really happened." The queen sat down again, looking down, and continued to observe her younger generation.

    And another voice, softly, answered her alone - "Well, you should really hate me." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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