Home » Site News » 7 martyrs, like virtual plausibility-five
I gently stroked her long hair, he kind of painfully deep crystal blue, let me pain. She alwas stubbornly calle me brother, and her home in Hyun-bo bridge. Early morning, she would wake me, give me to bring her back to pick fresh fruit, send me to Hyun-bo bridge, I said, "wait me come back." She will be smiling in her eyes, where warm and having peace of mind.
In the evening back, far, with a tatal bridge saw her willowy figure standing in the sunset, just like in fairy. Night, she would nestle in my arms to see a sky full go stars, and then fall asleep as childlike. Sometimes, she would weep Bo bridge pulling I was sitting, watching the clear Hyun-bo river, a whole day.
"Am I happy?" I asked myself, "I am happier than have more Scions Of Fate gold." At the same time, I despair every day. Time hastily glide, I traveld to many places, but still can not find the Millennium linden tree. Perhaps the Millennium linden tree is just legend, perhaps this is unscathed.
I left there 48 days, and I know I can not find the tree, and I do not life a person, I will return three, accompanied us, accompanying all of them to ashes. I only can not left her. The first 49 days of the morning, she took me to the bridge, "If I can, I want to be your servant life." I hold fast to her, said to her, "No matter who you are, whether you come from, I just want to accompany your around, well sympathize with you, take care of you and protect you."
"Wait me come back, please maryy me." I am emphatic away, afriad to turn around. As sad as the turbulent sea ot the instant, will I drown, I know, I will never come back.
She flew over, tightly, but stuck to me. "Borther," she looked up, tears, "my name is called botree, I, what your are looking for the Millennium linden tree." Everything came crashing dowm.
If I can, I would rather not know this girl for life. If I can, I would rather just an ordinary man, I can have the most extraordinary feelings. If I can, I prefer to use my own life in exchange for all of life.
She mournful smile, kiss my forehead. Waxy soft lips and teeth are cold, the fall of the office had had no shortage of warmth. A sparking beads meta god spit from her mouth slowly fell on my palm. I reach out and get her football in the bosom, she has green magic into a momnet of lime, withered.
A sharp pain in my chest, a blood out of trance, the innoncent as the body I saw her smile. Hyun-bo bridge, dimly heard the voice of whisoered: "there is no bodhi tree, nor stand mirror, had no one, where can the dust alight."
