C64 (1/2)
What Wuma Xiaofeng did not expect was that Po Tian would actually have a heart of stone. He actually chased the Witch Horse away and did not bother about the matter anymore.
A few days later, Immemorial Time Valley called for a meeting of the higher-ups. Chu Jingtian announced that the Four Valley Chief had retired to become the protector of Immemorial Time Valley, and the vice head of the Four Valley would officially take over the position.
As for the four elders, they retreated into the Vault's Book Collection Vault to become elders, no longer caring about the affairs of our valley!
”Then what about Makye Ame?” Listening to what Wu Ma said, Qin Gong asked.
”Originally, I was going to be executed, but the Elder Han was merciful and insisted on sealing her in the end, suppressing her at the bottom of the Flying Peak!” Then he began to cry like a child.
Qin Gong remained silent. He was drunk as well as he slowly turned his body to the ground. You misunderstood me. Facing the threat of death, I didn't even give up, so how could I let you down? ”
That night, when he heard Xiaoni's extremely sorrowful voice coming from outside the valley, he came out of seclusion and saw Yan Yu, who was hugging Huang Xuanji.
He instantly understood that when Xiaoni saw that scene, she mistook Huang Xuanji for him, which was why she left with sorrow.
Qin Gong muttered to himself, then Xiaoni's sorrowful voice sounded out once again in his mind:
See you, or not see you
I was there
No sorrow, no joy
You read it, or you don't read it
That's where the story is …
Not coming or not going
Do You Love Or Not Love
Love is there
No increase or decrease
”You follow me, or you don't follow me.”
My hand is in yours
Reluctance not to abandon
Come to my arms
OR
Let me live in your heart
Silent Love
Silent Delight
The heart-wrenching singing made Qin Gong's heart feel as if it had been stabbed with a knife. Creation was making a fool out of a person, love was not beautiful and sweet, but a dreamy longing, a faint bitterness, and a deep pain in his bones.
”Who, who dares to take my hand, restrains me from the madness of half a lifetime;”
Who, kiss my eyes, cover me half of my life exile;
Who, caress my face, comfort me half life sorrow;
Who, with my heart, melt my half life frost;
Who, hold my shoulder, drive my life silent.