Realms In The Firmament

Wan Er leaned softly on him, his eyes were completely lost, his face was also red and he listened to him quietly.

“Every time I see this bamboo, I think, this wonder of the creation of the heavenly universe, God is so strange! ”

"You see, all these bamboos look the same, they are the same, and each stock, they are the same posture, but if you look carefully, each stock has its own style, there is absolutely no lightning. ”

“Including each bamboo leaf on top of each strain of bamboo, each has its own life, its own style and its own different scenery. At first glance, the textures seemed the same, but after careful observation, they were found to be completely different. ”

“It seems that every bamboo has its own life, and every bamboo leaf has its own life. ”

Master Bai said lightly, holding a fine bamboo branch in his hand, green and dripping.

“Every time I see these, I wonder, what a coincidence this creature is; just how many bamboo leaves are there in front of us? So how many bamboo leaves are there in this world? But without any two pieces of bamboo leaves, it would be exactly the same. So how do creators make so many different bamboo leaves? Perhaps this is the greatest power in heaven and earth! ”

Young Master Bai spoke slowly and Wan listened quietly.

Gradually, there is also a bright glow in the eyes. Full of curiosity, looking at the bamboo forest in front of her, with her eyes, it is natural to see that each bamboo leaf is different. The brighter you look at your eyes, the harder it is to describe a feeling that comes from the bottom of your heart, filling your body and mind with trance.

“From this bamboo forest, I can't help but think… how many different, bamboo-like plants are there on this continent, or under this sky? Each one is different, each strain, unique, each leaf, different. ”

Young Master Bai spoke softly and looked away.

“And then I actually thought of people. ”

“Man!”

The white boy suddenly intensified his breath on this word.

“Man, how many different people in this world, under this sky? Everyone is different, everyone does different things, and no two people have exactly the same trajectory of life. ”

"So, aren't these people the same as these bamboo leaves? Every bamboo can be a town, even a country, even a continent. ”

“Just like humans. ”

“Every autumn wind rises, or every spring wind comes; there are countless dead leaves landing, even though it is the kind of plants called undefeated leaves. When spring comes to fresh sprouts, too many old branch leaves fall, and are arched by fresh buds! ”

“It's like the Jiangshan Dynasty has talent, a generation of newcomers for old people. ”

“Old and new alternating, Ben is so heartless, yet so much love. ”

“Yet again, there is no alternative but to do so. ”

The white man looked mercifully at the bamboo grove in front of him and said deeply: "Though the clouds overturned and the sky overwhelmed me, I knew for myself that I did not care at all. ”

“It's like this bamboo forest in front of you, these bamboo leaves. It looks green and lively, but if so..."

The white boy “brushed” the green bamboo branches in his hand and threw them out gently.

No force at all.

The bamboo branch fell quietly into the bamboo forest.

Pfft...

A piece of bamboo leaf fell off the branches.

The earth scattered between them.

A gust of wind swung through the whole bamboo forest, the sound of fluttering connected, not knowing how many branches of leaves fell from the branches.

The white man looked quietly and asked softly: "Is it me who has fallen far in this moment? Or more wind falling? ”

This sentence seems to be asking oneself, seems to be asking Waner, also seems to be asking the sky.

Wan Er glanced at her and replied subconsciously: “Mostly the wind is blowing down more. ”

Speaking of which, suddenly he shuddered.

Only at this moment did Wan finally understand what the white boy was trying to say. What he's trying to say is.

The corner of the white man's mouth curled slightly, smiling faintly: "Yes, indeed, the wind is blowing down more. ”

He looked up slightly at the sky over his head and said softly, "It's you, the one who killed the most! ”

His voice was calm, but in the voice, there was a direct scowler's resentment!

Clear skies in the sky.

But after Mr. Bai finished this sentence, suddenly a "click” exploded!

At this moment, the sound suddenly bursts, as if the whole sky had suddenly collapsed!

That's a scorch thunder!

Clear Sky Thunder, real deal!

A blazing lightning bolt, suddenly falling from the sky at endless heights, the entire continent, at this moment no one has seen this dazzling lightning!

Everyone, no matter how high or low they are, no matter what their eyesight, or coincidence, is blind and unparalleled at this time!

However, a blast caused tremors throughout the continent.

The lightning flashed away and vanished into thin air.

The sky is still high in the sun and the sky is clear.

There seems to be no abnormality whatsoever, no half-point ni!

Yet in the bamboo forest.

The white boy's face remained unchanged and looked lightly at the deep ditch that had emerged in front of him;

It's a crack!

One doesn't know how deep or how long the crack is, it spreads all the way out.

Surrounded by traces of a dry tortoise crack. Like a tree root, it spreads all the way down.

This scene is indescribably bizarre and horrible!

The white man watched quietly, suddenly after this change, the color of the god remained unchanged. At this time, a few strands of hair on his forehead dropped quietly, slightly scattered, covering his eyes, only listening to him again gently said: “You killed many! ”

Unlike the white boy's faint waveless face, Wan Zi's pale face is obviously unsettled. He almost sat on the ground.

Against heaven?!

Wan 'er had a fine cold sweat on her white forehead.

The white man took a gentle sigh of relief, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he whispered ridiculously: “My grievances for thousands of years, the countless calamities I have endured, my nine reprehensions, just lying out some of my emotions, actually led you to a thunder? ”

“So how can I... slaughter the world after all these years of resentment?! ”

Young Master Bai smiled.

"Forget it, it's just an emotional outburst," he said softly. "It's just that... today I've finally thrown up thousands of years of resentment and thrown up a clean one! ”

“My heart is so comforting! My heart is so at ease! ”

“I mean the blue sky, the sun, the moon, my own stars scolded me; if I want to overturn the clouds and rain, I come to overthrow the world; if my heart is honored, I will make this red dust worldly, even a few times tormented! ”

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< I'm working on it now, and I'm proud to say that there are four chapters now! I tried to get ten chapters on May 1st, and then I sent out all my brains...

Of course, more is better... hey hey hey... >