Apocalyptic Forecast

Heavenly Land.

I don't know when, people call that piece of land this way.

Clean drinking water can make people walk on the streets with confidence during the day, as well as hepatitis B vaccine.

What is insignificant to people in other places, such as the common thing in the air, is precious here as an oasis in the wilderness.

But in the end, the beautiful heaven is short-lived.

Six years later, the situation between Rome and the Russian Federation has become increasingly tense, and a sudden bombing has taken everything away.

On that day, the roaring black bird sowed the seeds of hatred again on the scorched earth and harvested the rising flames.

Everything fell to the brink of runaway.

There was only ruins left in the past.

Under the repression of the joint actions of the two countries, only the last resistance is still trying in vain to save everything.

A loud noise of bomb roar came from afar.

The decaying sunset came in from the broken window, illuminating the blood on Huai Shi's forehead and the white hair stained with blood.

So far, nothing can be done.

He lowered his head and lit the last cigarette.

"Come on, Xiaoxian."

Huaixi said softly, "Those beautiful wars worth your dedication are over, you should have finished your journey, so the time to leave is now."

In the reflection of the broken glass, the dim light shrouded his head, just like a broken crown.

"--Only the crown of injustice remains for me."

He laughed self-deprecatingly.

Behind him, in the shadows that the sun can't reach, a still gentle figure walked out silently, looking down at him: "Do you want me to avenge you?"

"revenge?"

Huai Shi couldn't help but laugh: "Is this achievement, the earthly kingdom here created by my expectations? When I die, this miracle that should not be will also be returned to nothingness with me . Is there anything else I should do to retaliate? "

"Not unwilling?" Luo Xian asked.

Huaixi shook his head: "No."

"No regrets?"

"No."

As a result, Luo Xian laughed softly, stroking his cheek: "But, there is no satisfaction, right?"

"Yes……"

Huai Shi closed his eyes and whispered softly: "How can I be satisfied, Xiao Xian? How can redemption last forever ..."

"Who knows?"

Luo Xian slowly shook his head, and finally gave him a look: "These are not things I should think about, but I at least know what I should do about it, that's enough."

"Is it really enough?" Huaixi asked.

"Who knows?"

Luo Xian took a step back, turned around, and walked out of the door.

There was a faint sound of gunshots remembering from the outside.

Before the door was pushed open, Huai Shi couldn't help raising her head, staring at her back: "Xiao Xian, have you ever been happy?"

Luo Xian's footsteps paused slightly.

"Who knows?"

Again, he answered his question in the same words.

The woman turned back, rolled up her broken hair, and showed his last smile to him, "If it had happened, it must have originated from you."

She said: "Goodbye, Huai poetry."

"Ok."

Huaixi lowered his eyes: "Goodbye, Xiaoxian."

The door closed.

Gunshots sounded, and quickly returned to silence.

The gunshots sounded again, roared, stopped abruptly, and repeated.

Finally, in the roar, everything went to silence.

Only the sound of footsteps was gradually approaching.

Little by little.

In the end, the broken door fell into the dust.

The masked soldiers pour in, and the dark muzzle is aimed at the man on the chair. Even if he was left alone, he was still so vigilant.

Strictly wait.

The low footsteps walked in from outside the door.

The blood-stained sergeant crossed the gun forest, walked to Huai Shi, and looked down at his vicissitudes of the face, as well as his gray hair. He asked coldly in Latin:

"Tune the lawyer?"

Are you calling yourself?

Huai Shi didn't know, but couldn't help laughing.

"MynameisOzymandias, KingofKings."

Huaishi raised his eyes, staring at the destroyers in front of him, and gazing at the heavenly land that is now falling apart, whispering softly: "Lookonmyworks, yeMighty, anddespair!"

"Nothingbesidesremains. Roundthedecay ..."

I am also the king of kings, and he has a long history, and he dares to convince Tiangong!

Besides, there is nothing ...

In this way, he raised his pistol and aimed at the enemy in front of him.

Huai Shi, pull the trigger.

A roaring gunshot sounded, engulfing him like a rainstorm.

In the sudden darkness, he smiled and fell to the sky. In his hand, the pistol that sprayed colorful flags fell into the gradually spreading pool of blood.

Around the ruins of Letu, only Huang Shamang was left.

Lonely and desolate, extending everywhere.

[Theend · The Nineteenth—The Death of Pharaoh]

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Along with the melodious cello sound, the tide of applause came from the golden hall.

On the stage, the excessively young man nodded and stood up, holding the cello, leaning over to the audience below the stage to salute, but suddenly realized that he had unconsciously climbed to a peak that had never been thought of before.

Tomorrow's star.

Almost everyone calls this.

But this praise made Huai Shi feel stunned and trance from time to time. Is this praise really talking about yourself? Or is it that he really is qualified to undertake such a heavy task?

Is it too much play?

Or ... unknowingly, have they really become so strong?

"Congratulations, Huaixi."

When Huai Shi walked out of the background, Zhao Lao, who had been waiting for a long time, stepped forward and hugged him vigorously, embracing himself as the most outstanding student. He praised: "You are more genius than I thought. "

"It's all you taught well."

"Okay, you two don't touted each other." The old professor of the Vienna Conservatory of Music looked at it and couldn't help laughing: "Let's go, let's have a drink and celebrate, I know there is one There is a bottle of good goods hidden in the hands of Pharaoh Bastard for twenty years. How can I get him out today? "

"Teacher, have you stopped drinking?" Zhao Lao asked.

"Today is a good day for students, always celebrate." The old professor took out the car key, walked in the front and waved: "Go away."

Huai Shi and Lao Zhao glanced at each other, but shook their heads helplessly and followed closely.

It was only when he left that his footsteps stopped.

At the exit of the audience after the end of the show, there were silhouettes that seemed familiar from the crowd.

Sitting in a wheelchair, she left silently from the crowd and realized his sight. She looked back, nodded slightly, and disappeared silently into the crowd.

Huai Shi froze in place.

It felt like she had seen it from somewhere, but she couldn't tell.

"Huai Shi, what's wrong?" Old Lao Zhao looked over.

"No, it's nothing."

Huai Shi shook his head, withdrew his gaze, and turned away.

On this day, he finally took a solid step on the path of his dream life.

A future full of glory and applause awaits him.

Only occasionally when he woke up from a dream, Huai Shi would get up and sit in a chair, quietly gazing at the exotic night view outside the window. He couldn't help but think: would he really feel happy in this life?

But this is only the insignificant one among countless absurd thoughts.

Not worth mentioning.

"what happened?"

The waking wife took his neck from behind and lowered her head gently: "Nightmare?"

"Just can't sleep, don't worry."

Huai Shi patted her hand, finished drinking the last wine in the glass, went back to bed, and slept again.

【Theend · 46 of it——the ideal future】

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Accompanied by roaring gunshots, the old Yin family fell into the pool of blood.

In the crisp voice of the shell landing, Huai Shi looked down at the old face that was unbelievable to death, but could not feel happiness, and could not see the difference from other people's death.

After all, it's the same after people die.

He dragged the chair, crossed the body under his feet, and sat in front of the gate. Gazing quietly at the manor in front of him, there were vague crying, crying, and gunshots in the distance.

An orderly extinction is ongoing.

In the end, everything went to silence.

Finally, Liu Dongli, who was half-blood-stained, came out from behind the door and lowered his head beside him to report: "All the people of the Yin family have been cleaned up, but two young children have also been found ...

Huaishi raised his head in doubt and looked at him.

With such a calm look, Liu Dongli couldn't help but stiffen and became cold all over.

"Are you a sick sentence?"

Huaishi asked him questioningly: "If all the Yin family members are cleaned up, there will not be two children left.

If the children of the other party are bothering, would n’t we need to open another fast-track for the disabled? "

"……I know."

Liu Dongli nodded and turned away.

After the two loud noises sounded, there was no unpleasant noise.

Only tranquility remained.

Huaishi took a deep breath of this sweet air and closed her eyes.

[Theend · Ninety-two-washing blood with blood]

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[Theend · The six hundred and forty-four-the road to the king's land]

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On the TV, the host announced with joy: "Recently, the famous Chinese cellist Huai Shi and the pianist Ai Qing got together ..."

【Theend · It's four hundred and thirty】

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"One day is a green day, and a lifetime is a green day!"

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"Go tell Huai Shi, Liu Dongli is a traitor!"

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"Xiao Qing !!!"

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In the most southern part of the present situation, www.wuxiaspot.com ~, the endless wind and snow, the Vientiane celestial sphere rushed, and the terrible heat melted countless ice and snow.

Here, every moment is burning a large amount of source material, and the endless possibilities are constantly spreading, spreading, preparing ...

But now, even the procedures of the New World have reached a critical point.

overwhelmed.

In it, the branch of events that has unfolded is about to break through the tens of thousands of levels, but it is still continually extending crazy, and endless variables accumulate and explode from it.

"The stack is about to overflow!"

In the piercing warning sound, ST raised his head in amazement and looked at the teenager suspended in the phantom of the celestial sphere: "Unbelievable, why is there so many possibilities in his life?"

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