Reverend Insanity

Afterwards, Fang Zheng arrived.

“Lord Green Book!” With a joyful look, he rushed to the ancient Moon and Youth Book without fear. But it was followed by a pine shot.

“Captain, it's me!!” He shouted in shock and realized for the first time that it was not right.

But Ancient Moon will not promise him.

“Brother, what's wrong with Lord Qingshu?” He was confused and panicked, and had to turn to the source for help.

But Fangyuan ignored him at all, but half squatted down, reaching out and holding his right hand into his paw, in the direction of white ice.

Forced!

He darkened the maniac and quickly felt like he was grabbing something.

He hastily pulled back and flew out of the body of the white ice a trick.

It's a red iron sherry trick!

This was given to the white condensed ice by the White family, but the white condensed ice did not use it and quickly reached three transformations into.

Now it's cheap.

The red iron sherry was seen flying far away from the white ice and then falling into the hands of Square Source. A group of white magicians suddenly blushed and shouted.

“Son of a bitch, stop it if you don't want to die! ”

“How dare you rob our White House maggots in person!! ”

“Still a red iron sherry trick...”

Fangyuan smiled without saying a word. As soon as he got his hands on the red iron sherry, he used the spring and autumn cicadas to carve and refine. But it's not a vacuum, it's a luxury, and it gives you the illusion that you didn't refine it in person.

He caught it again, this time flying out of a grey beetle.

“Stone trick…” Square recognized the origin of the trick, glanced at it, refined it again and put it in his arms.

“Shit, another trick! ”

“To stop him, to stop him, he was so unscrupulous that he didn't even see our white family. ”

“Save the white ice, kill these guys! ”

Bai's magicians roared and rushed over the hillside.

White coagulated ice is strongly cultivated by the family. None of the worms on the body are boutiques. At this time, it was taken away by Fangyuan in public, so that everyone could feel blood dripping.

It's worse than killing them.

Watching the crowd slay, Fang was startled to take a step back, but Fang Yuan was indifferent.

At this moment, he and Zhengzheng stand on the east side of the mountain lane, while Baijia magicians are on the west end, blocking ancient moon books and white ice between the two sides.

Psst!

The pine needle is like rain, it runs down.

“Damn...” The White House magicians scolded Lian, but were temporarily blocked by Ancient Moon and Youth Books.

“Ancient Moon Qing's book is not far from death. The only time I have left is for me to rush the manipulation again. This time, what will it be?” Fang Yuan sinks his heart and then pushes for manipulation.

Forcing manipulation consumes a lot of true yuan every time it is triggered. The stronger the target, the harder the process, and the more the true element is consumed. If the forcible seizure fails, the magician will be overwhelmed with power.

Therefore, the compulsion is relatively chicken ribs and is not widely used.

But at this moment, the white condensed ice is dying, consciousness is also confused, approaching the depletion of the oil lamp. It was not difficult to impose his worms.

Of all the worms on white condensed ice, the most valuable is undoubtedly the frost demon trick. This trick is comparable to the wood charm trick and can make you become a frost demon. But using it for too long also extinguishes the fire of the magician's life and turns it into an Iceman sculpture.

White condensed ice also knows its drawbacks, and has never used frost magic as thoroughly as ancient Moon Qing books.

In addition to the Frost Magic, the second most valuable is the Bluebird Ice Coffin Magic, the Trident Magic. Nowadays, it resides in the throat of white ice.

If you can catch the Bluebird Ice Coffin, it's the best case. But after all, forcible manipulation is only a second turn. If you want to follow the will of the manipulator, then it still has power.

Ultimately, Fangyuan caught a white ice water mask.

This is also good. The water mask, combined with the white jade mask, will provide better defense to the source.

The tree genie of the ancient moon book incarnation was eventually pushed down by the white magicians.

They split the wooden cage, losing their right arm and saving the deceased white ice.

Just as Fang Yuan and Fang were about to kill, the Ancient Moon clan reinforcements also rushed over.

After a while of confrontation, both sides stopped silently.

Blue books die, white ice is severely injured, under the wolf tide, such sacrifices are alarming enough. If there's a massive fire and it's too stressful for the family to survive.

In all worlds, people struggle mostly for their own good.

The greatest good in the world, however, is undoubtedly “survival”.

Ultimately, the corpses of the ancient moon books and the manacles were brought back by the manaclers of the ancient moon clan.

Both sides stand guard against each other and leave the battlefield.

……

It was raining in the sky and it was dark.

A group of people stood on a hillside behind the cottage, which was a cemetery.

Almost every other time, several new graves are added here.

In this world, human survival is difficult, and there are always many sacrifices, both external and internal.

Home voices, hissing low, echoing in people's ears, add to the repression in their hearts.

“… we have the same name, we come from the same family, we share the same blood. ”

“We are close, but we live and die forever. ”

“My heart is filled with grief at this moment. ”

“Wait for me. ”

“Someday in the future, I will lie beside you. ”

“Let's turn into dust and dirt, bring up descendants of blood...”

In front of a new grave, the group drowned their heads low and cried a lot in low voice, while some looked sadly at the names on the tombstone.

The cruelty of life and death, like a white bone hand, tears a bloody wound in everyone's heart.

It's just that some people are already numb and others are still young.

Ancient Moon Fang was in the crowd, his low eyes stared at the four words “Ancient Moon Book” on the headstone.

Dead?

There was endless confusion in his eyes.

Yesterday's battle, the whole process and the situation, he was still in sight and deeply impressed.

His experience was limited and he did not understand the grief and sacrifice of the ancient moon books.

When reality was now before him, he could not accept it for a moment.

“Dead? That gentle smile, always mentioning me, taking care of me, my Lord Kuanhuai Qingshu... is he really dead? ”

“Why is that? ”

“Why, in this world, is it always easy for good people to die and bad people to survive? ”

“Is this a dream that I'm dreaming about now? ”

He squeezed his fists directly and consciously. Real touch made his heart grieve more.

The surrounding magician's voice came from his ear.

“Alas, I can't believe this time, even Master Aoyagi died. ”

“People always die. It's just a shame. I heard the white ice guy had a breath left, and he was finally saved. ”

“May he sleep underground and bless us to survive this wolf tide...”

The crowd gradually dispersed, eventually only just below.

The teenager was alone in the face of a mountain of tombstones and graves.

“Lord Green Book!” He suddenly fell on his knees, tears pouring down.

He's lost, he's sorry, he's helpless, he's sad!

Pfft, pfft, pfft.

Bean-sized raindrops drip from the clouds, striking the ground and drooling green grass and branches.

The smell of dirt rushed backwards into Fangzheng's nasal cavity, and he cried painfully, tears and rain mixed together. The Ten Fingers are embedded in the mud and want to capture the life of the Blue Book. But he eventually caught only two clusters of dirt.

It rained, and the white ice lay on a soft bed, watching the rain ungodly.

His right arm was broken and handled with a white bandage. His eyes also regained their dark colour, and he repaired them to three turns, without pressing them back into two.

When he woke up from his coma, he suddenly felt bored and bored.

He has been lying still with his eyes open for more than a dozen hours. Left to three turns of silver real yuan, keeps the knack warm. He was too lazy to care.

The gutter touched his deepest memories.

It was during the summer rains that he was officially adopted by the White clan elders. The patriarch's loving and hopeful eyes fell on him, and the elders around him congratulated him, like the tide.

Little him, standing barefoot on the cold floor, staring out the window at the rain, feeling only lost and lonely.

“What is it that people live for?” This problem, which has plagued him for more than two decades, will most likely continue to plague him until his self-destructive death reappears.

“Is it for affection, family…” White ice inevitably comes to mind in ancient moonlight books.

Ever since he was a child, he has seen so many sacrifices. Some are from the Bai family, some are from the Bear family, and some are from the Ancient Moon family.

He had difficulty understanding such fanaticism, and he seemed to be born a ruthless man.

Ancient Moon Qing did not bring him the answer, so the shadow of the source appeared in the mind of white ice.

The first time he saw Fong Yuan, he was leaning against the tree behind him, eating the wild fruit he had picked, watching the battle at the foot of the mountain indifferently.

He trembled all over his body and shivered with excitement. All because he saw himself from the same dark eyes of the source.

But now that I think about it, there seems to be something more in the eyes than him.

That thing, that's the answer to that question.

The heavier the rain, the thunderstorm, the lightning flashed.

“What is it that people live for?” In the dark study, Ancient Moon Fang is asking the same question.

Patriarch Ancient Moon sighed and looked sadly at the soulless teenager in front of him. Then you look out the window into the rain.

The right confusion is understandable. Inevitable deaths often compel people to think about the value of life.

“You know what? More than a decade ago, there was a teenager like you who asked me the same question.” For a long time, Ancient Moon Bo spoke slowly.

“That man is your captain, my son, Ancient Moon. ”

Fang slightly stunned and raised his head. A pair of red puffy eyes reveal a desire for answers. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)