Now I look like the neatly stacked frozen meat in the supermarket. "But frozen meat can't think." A cold thought suddenly penetrated his mind. It had no beginning and no end. It did not belong to Yihong, but it accurately fit his mind. "I agree." After realizing it, Yihong was so frightened that he wanted to do the Wing Chun attack. After realizing that he was still in the ice wall, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'm scaring myself." It's all because of this damn place, it's almost causing me to have a schizophrenia. "Why do you think you can just ignore this matter?" "Ah! Hold the grass!" Yihong felt as if his heart was growing muscle. In front of him was a weird, dank man. He must have thought he was cool when he was wearing a mask, and his hair was so wet that it was hard to judge. "Not hygienic." This is all Yihong's comments. "As "I", you should face your own death calmly." The man silently held up a torch in his palm. The flame was not the usual warm yellow, but a dull gray-red. The flame twisted and squirmed strangely, like fresh flesh and blood burning and spasming, but it could not dissipate any warmth. Instead, it poured out a biting chill. The firelight dimly illuminated the entire ice wall, pulling out countless twisted tentacles from the surrounding shadows, wrapping them layer by layer. Under the mask, thin, vague, and continuous whispers began to surge. It is not a human language, but a chaotic, ancient, obscure syllable that originates from the unopened world. It is layered on top of each other, winding, circling, drilling into the eardrums, and permeating the limbs and bones along the blood vessels. The low, empty, majestic and absurd low-frequency pipe organ sound overflowed from nowhere in the void. The sound is ancient and dilapidated, carrying the desolate and mysterious sound of the fallen gods. It roars between the sky and the earth, and is so heavy that it crushes the mind and crushes thoughts. The sound of wind, cracking ice, whispers, and music of the piano combined into a chaotic black mist, tightly wrapping Yihong's body and soul. His consciousness began to scatter, peel off, and sink rapidly. His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and his limbs completely lost strength. Boundless drowsiness swept over him. Finally, amidst the low-frequency sound and murmur of this dilapidated, eerie, sinking void, Yihong closed his eyes completely. "Are you sure you want to do such a thing? You will regret it." The dying buzz suddenly pulled away. Yihong woke up suddenly, cold sweat soaking his texture. There are no longer obscure murmurs in the ears, only the very far away, extremely empty female voice whose edges have been smoothed by the boundless wind and sand. The sky and the earth are completely earthy yellow, the boundless yellow sand stretches quietly to the sky, and the steaming heat waves gently sway on the surface. The wind was very light, picking up fine grains of sand and slowly grazing across the earth. There was an empty space all around, and there was nowhere to live even for the echoes. In the middle of the desert, a silhouette of a woman stood quietly. The heat wave softened her outline, and her eyebrows, eyes, and clothing were all covered in a layer of floating sand mist, making it difficult to see clearly. Yihong looked at her at a loss, with no impression of acquaintance at all. "Is she talking to me, or..." A hand passed through his body behind him. "As expected." "God should have come, but God deceived me." The woman looked at the man's hysterical appearance and actually felt sad. "It's not difficult to recognize this man. It's Song Shiyi who didn't run away." Yihong was still searching his memory bank. "I want to resurrect my daughter." "Resurrection from the dead? You are thinking too much, right?" The dry and hoarse female voice was torn by the hot wind and drifted in the vast sea of sand. "I don't understand. Resurrection is your business. What does it have to do with me?" "I need you to kill me with your own hands and bury my complete body under the endless wind and sand." His tone was straight, but there was a hint of enthusiasm on the verge of collapse, and the words were crushed on the hot gravel. "I... I don't understand." The woman's confusion was mixed with a hint of trembling, and the empty desert amplified her uneasy echo. "Don't worry. When I die, I will carry my body to the Antarctic." "Crazy... You are completely crazy." "You are going to cut open my chest, take out the still beating heart and sacrifice it to the sun. Let the sun burn blazingly forever until the eternal ice walls at the two poles are completely melted and burned." "I don't understand at all. Why do you think I am willing to help you do such a thing?" "If you refuse, your husband will die a tragic death, and none of your family members will be spared." "Why should I believe your threats?" "Then take a gamble." He chuckled, his laughter twisted and weird, wrapped in paranoia that was close to destruction. "I don't believe you have the ability to stop this." "I will build him a body made of straw, and then use my hot heart to give him a new, immortal life." "But can your approach really resurrect your daughter?" The wind and sand weighed down, and the woman's voice was filled with chills and confusion from the bone marrow. The man laughed softly, his laughter was broken and hoarse, like the sound of a breath squeezed out after a broken throat bone, without any humanity at all. "No." He slowly raised his eyes. There was a lifeless desolation in his eyes, a completely insane indifference that risked everything. "I'm not resurrecting her. I'm gambling. I'm using my life, my flesh, and my millions of lives and deaths as consumables." "I want to completely erase all traces of her existence." The woman froze, and the wind and sand blew the corners of her clothes: "Didn't you already piece together a daughter out of fish bones?" "That's a lie." His tone was soft, but it revealed a world-destroying madness. "Bone is a dead thing. It cannot deceive the law of heaven, nor can it deceive chaos." "I must use my living self and my corpse that has died thousands of times to separate chaos and order." He looked at the boundless yellow sand, weeping blood and madness every word. "Have you ever heard the story of Pangu's creation of the world?" People in the world have praised Pangu for thousands of years, and they all believe that Pangu is the god of creation. Split the chaos, separate the pure and the turbid, transform the mountains and rivers with your body, and create clarity for all ages. All lies. The real opening of the sky is never salvation, but endless self-slaughter and eternal burial. In the beginning there was only a writhing chaos. No birth, no death, no time, no boundaries. Chaos will swallow up all "existence". As long as a living being, a ray of consciousness, and a trace are born, chaos will trace back, pursue, gnaw, and erase everything, turning everything into nothingness and never happening. Pangu was not the creator. He is the sacrifice that stands in the way of death for all things. In the beginning, there was only one ray of "existence" in the world. That ray of existence is too weak. Once exposed, it will be swallowed up by chaos and completely dissipated, not even reincarnation will be left. So Pangu woke up. He has no artifact and no divine power. He only has himself. The first time he split chaos, it was not to create a world - it was to use his body to create a layer of false "order". Chaos at the top, order at the bottom. But chaos is too strong, and order is as fragile as tissue paper. Order will collapse, heaven and earth will merge, and chaos will press down again, tearing apart the only existence. So Pangu began to commit suicide endlessly. He died once, and his body collapsed, festered, and spread, turning into a layer of flesh wall, a layer of periosteum, and a layer of flesh and blood to cover up the traces of existence. Chaos gnawed away at his body, devouring his flesh and blood, and the world returned to turbidity. He was reborn again. Chopping again. Die again. Add another layer of corpses. Thousands of times the heavens were opened, thousands of times the body died. The mountains, rivers, earth, and rock formations that the world sees - they are all layers of Pangu's corpses, piles of decay, and endless accumulation. God, it was his dry and hard fascia. The ground is a tomb where his bones and rotten flesh are piled up. The sun and moon are his pupils that never close, decay and swell. The wind and clouds are the turbid air overflowing from his rotting corpse. He never saved the world. He just used countless self-deaths and layers of corpses to cover up something that shouldn't exist. He isolated the chaos and locked his only existence under his millions of layers of corpses. As long as he keeps dying, filling up, and rotting and accumulating - Chaos will never be able to find the truth, the ray of life that should have been erased. Pangu never became a god. He is an eternal consumable. It is the grandest, craziest, and most incomprehensible self-burial in the world. The creation of the world that the world praises is nothing but a crazy self-burial that lasts forever and never ends. The man looked at the desert, his voice as soft as a madman's whisper: "Pangu uses his identity to distinguish heaven and earth, and he has died thousands of times to hide one thing." "I will learn from him." "The Antarctic ice wall is chaos, and the order of the world is the surface." "I die again and again. I am buried in the wind and sand, and sink in the ice." "Use my layers of corpses to cover all my daughter's existence." "Chaos swallows me, but not her." "This is her only resurrection." "This old guy is really crazy. The most terrifying thing is when such feudal and superstitious people are crazy." Yihong sighed, but soon he thought of something, "Not good!"
The writing is really super, super, super good, and the plot is also very smooth. I read it in just a few minutes with only tens of thousands of words, and it is completely pure love. I absolutely love that kind of redemption plus pure love buff stack.
Story introduction: The protagonist explores nature, encounters many cute animals, and sees various exotic flowers and plants. Character characteristics: The protagonist is very gentle
[OK][Note] Healing routines between people and snakes: Gentleness is the light that goes both ways [Top post][Already planted][Add one to the bookshelf] On a sunny afternoon, Xu Ge picked off the flowers from the bush, gently put them between the ears of the big snake, and leaned over to kiss its forehead with a smile like a flower. The big snake doted on him and bent over, letting it be played with. His long eyelashes covered the smile in his eyes, and he would reach out to drive away the approaching butterflies. Wangcai at his feet whined and acted coquettishly, then ran to chase the butterfly again. Xu Ge took the snake's hand and walked forward with full vitality - this scene contained the most touching tenderness.
"Little Master! Little Master!" Tangtang burst into tears, her cry extremely shrill. It looked at the balls under its body, its eyes filled with tears, "Your father, he wants to make Tangtang a male cat. Just like Eunuch Chi, he will never be able to play with little female cats again, meow!" Xiao Jingyue froze. Her whole mind went blank for dozens of seconds before she came around. When she realized the seriousness of the matter, she suddenly said something out of nowhere: [My father can't do it himself, and he won't let other men do it, even cats!
[Entertainment Circle] + [Acting Flow] + [Space] + [Through Ancient and Modern Times] + [Hoarding] + [Two-way Rush] + [1V1] + [Shuangjie] [Love] A story about a modern actress heroine and an ancient playboy hero, two people healing each other and growing together. CP: ❤️The heroine who looks cute on the outside but is persistent on the inside +❤️The silly and sweet male protagonist who suffers from middle school syndrome. A new book with a 20,000-word outline. You are sincerely invited to taste it.
I think Su is indeed more likable than Jiang, but Jiang doesn't treat the male protagonist like a licking dog, as some people say. In the first half of the book, Jiang really has no feelings for the male protagonist and treats him like a friend. When something like that happened later, she didn't hold it accountable. And there is no shortage of people around Jiang who like her, such as Liu Qiang, who has always been kind to her. I don't know if you have ever had this experience: There is a girl who is very nice to you, but you have been very cold towards her, and in the end she is too embarrassed to take the initiative to be nice to you again. Only later will you realize that her daily care has become an inseparable part of your life, and without it, you always feel empty. You really have to experience this feeling to understand it. Overall, this book is worth reading and highly recommended!
If you look at my bookshelf, you will know that I am committed to finding all kinds of relaxing and healing articles. I personally like the first three books the most, of course the others are also very good, in short they are all worth reading [Love] [Top post]
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