Dragon Dragon Dragon

Qi Linqi stood in the endless darkness, his limbs were chained by chain shackles, and long black hairs draped over the side of his shoulders, and his snow-colored face became more white and bright in the darkness.

His clear eyes gradually became hollow, and the voice of that person seemed to have great magic power, encroaching on his self-will.

Alas-completely irresistible.

The body, built purely by the soul, was gradually engulfed by the surrounding darkness, starting from the white feet and being eroded by bites.

Lin Linqi was powerless, and he could no longer even express his will with his eyes, but only at the mercy of the master of that voice.

However, when the darkness spread to the chest, it suddenly stopped.

The wide and distant voice slightly snorted, showing a little surprise.

Because at this time, Lin Qi's chest should be the position of the heart, but it seems that there is something shimmering. The warm white halo surrounds a group of crystal clear things. It is not very bright, but she is stubbornly guarding her position. To keep darkness from approaching.

what is that?

When the control slowed down temporarily, Lin Qi's eyes returned to clear and his mind returned. He gradually remembered that what was always stubborn and unwilling to yield was a memory.

He clung to the hundreds of billions of stars and came to him clumsily, cutting the shackles of **** for him.

At the moment when Li was released from his cage, the body of the young dragon was reflected in his eyes.

Then the name.

What's the name?

07?

Change it.

What's so good about?

Discuss.

When liberated from the shackles, there was no other creature next to it, but only the little white thing would seriously talk to him, even if it was sometimes difficult, but still tried to maintain patience, and even added Bai Nen The little claws drew tirelessly until they made it clear.

Although there is a barrier in some part of the cognition, Lin Qi is not really an idiot after all. Whoever treats him well is instinctively inclined to him.

On the surface, he didn't feel anything, but in fact, what he felt was the most essential thing.

Directly pointing to the heart, that's exactly what it is.

Suddenly the voice laughed: "Oh my god, who took my ylangto."

This is a widely circulated story in various countries in the country. In the story, the cold and stereotyped magician was afraid that his daughter would learn badly, and her own girl Yilanduo was locked in the house. One day, she heard a beautiful song coming out of the window, and looked out, but found out that it was a handsome young man who was singing. The lonely Yi Lan Duo soon fell in love with the young man and secretly eloped with the young man.

There are several versions of this story after the folk interpretation. There are happy endings. After the struggle, steadfast love overcame everything, Yilanduo and the young lead a happy life. If there are tragic endings, the magician finds it big. For the anger, the teenager was killed, and the sad Ilanto also followed; there were also warning endings. After the two ran away, the teenager soon became tired of Ilanto and abandoned her, and the magician also Her daughter rushed out of the house, and finally Ilando could only die in despair.

Girls like the first and second endings, and the third ending is mostly used by stern parents to educate their daughters.

But no matter what the ending, the beginning is because Yilanduo's emotional emptiness gave a singing boy the opportunity to enter her soul.

The young man who was like a white paper was imprisoned in a lonely high tower. One day an outsider broke in and entered his soul, but it was a young dragon.

"Trouble." The sound suddenly sounded slightly distressed, but it still did not compromise its far-reaching power. "It's really surprising, I never thought that you would have a disobedient day, after all, you Yes……"

"Forget it, just be deadlocked. Time doesn't make sense to me anyway, but to you, it can obliterate everything." In the voice, there are years of contempt.

Bian Linqi blinked, and suddenly he understood the meaning of the man's words, and he was slightly frightened:

伸出 Slowly stretched out one hand and one hand in the dark, long and calm, only a few flicks, as if there was any difference around.

The shackled chains seemed to have life, and they spread apart.

As soon as Li was free, Lin Qi ran quickly.

No sun, no moon, no stars, no light and shadow, no sound, everything is in endless darkness and silence,

This is horrible and lonely countless times more than that felt by Yi Longlong.

That hand, it is time.

In this void without light and sound, only time flows slowly through Lin Qi's soul.

Although Lin Qi is as pure as crystal, he can tolerate loneliness more than others, but he can't endure time.

Hmm ... I don't know how long it has been.

one day? Ten days? A month?

Or a year? ten years? a hundred years?

Alas ... time is meaningless.

Ji Linqi stopped running long ago, because he finally understood that no matter how busy he was, he couldn't escape the world. He yelled, he searched, he was pained, he was anxious.

Time cannot be left like water.

The sounds, thoughts, emotions, and wills are all swallowed up by time.

He can't feel the passing of time, and forgets who he is and why he is here. He looked down at himself, his fingers still clear and beautiful, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, but the black hair had turned white.

What is time?

什么 What is the future?

What is forgetfulness?

What is remember?

What does know?

I do n’t know, what is it?

Qi Linqi can no longer think, only knowing that his will is gradually fading away like smoke, but he can't catch it.

However, I do not know why, but he still has a trace of obsession, what he wants to keep instinctively.

I must not lose.

Can't see the past, the future, the starting point, or the end.

Who is he?

谁 Who is he waiting for?

The body gradually became transparent, this is the soul that is about to disappear into nothingness.

However, in the body that became transparent, there was a thing that became more and more clear, warm, sincere, and innocent, like fireflies in the summer night, immortal forever.

So I stretched out another hand in the void, and lightly touched the slight light, but there was a drop of crystal water on my fingertips.

The salty liquid melted at the tip of the tongue, but the taste was slightly bitter.

That's ... tears.

Later, the tender child's voice penetrated through time and space, and the barrier between reality and imagination.

"Lin Qi ..."

He struggled and pained, with a voice of supplication.

Lin Qi, save me.

Who is he?

Hey, he's Lin Qi.

Alas-then, wake up.

The teenager who has been lying unconscious in bed suddenly opens his eyes. In his eyes, there is a clear and clear crystal, which is more quiet and clear. It is just a few days apart for others, but he has experienced Hundred years of loneliness.