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Three, dark wing
Bodhi: Very dark road, a long road, cold road, I finally came to forgot Sichuan, I see the bridge on the river, it is bridge over troubled water. Before I spit the Millennium god beads, soul from the body of that moment, I am sorry to use smile to my brother.
Benign countgenance, Hefatongyan's Meng Por me a smile, handed to a bowl Mengpo Tang. My tears, suddenly drops down, landing in the hands of blue and white porcelain bowl, blue and white procelain bowl with a tiny water waves come. No matter hwo demon matter wheter, in the end escaped nto open this reincanation, you have many much SOF gold, it is useless. "Grandma, I beg you." I knelf down and said.
Dark wing: since childhood, I had a dream, always half awake, the heard someone call me, call me softly of the thin, far came, cordial ear. I chase the past, the mother of quiet and slim figure, the total is less thatn the distance in my touch, distant, empty, until lost in the raging flames, and it is brilliant flame Symphony, the roll over of dust, blur the face of the mother handsome.
I was Shenwu Men Murong family of children, my family noble wealth. I have never seen his father, the mother of vague distant memory, I just remember her the face pale and melancholy masterpiece. "Grandfather, where are my father and mother?" Popping, my cheeks showing crisp imprint of the fingers. That years, I was 5-year-old. From then on, I will not ask any question, I have become a thing indifferent to any children. Time, from my home through the courtyard empty and desolate, the northerly wind rolled the courtyard of the chery blossom petals flying, a layer covered with my lonely childhood.
9 years old, my four uncles, the famous arena Murong four gun duel with the evil faction Blademaster lost their lives, Murong family caught in an unprecedented grief. I do not know why all of my indifference and contempt from childhood has become today's cold and hatred, I can not analyze the reason for, the only way forward to kneel on the four crying uncle's conffin before.
"You do not Daddy's Wild Child, you killed the four uncles, you are unworthy of our family's reputation Murong." Brother who dragged me away from the Shenwu Men s Hyun-bo plain, beaten after tying a tree on the wind, the wind to rustle through my wounds and bring biting pain. Suddenly, I felt a sharp object piercing my body, cold, with resentment. It was third brother of heaven and earth sword, bright blood drop, and soon penetrated the foot of the land, I saw them leave happily smile. Sight gradually blurred, 9-year-old still do not understand death, I just feel physically more cold, more cold.
