Reverend Insanity

In confusion, Zhao Xiaoyun was taken to a small secret room.

“Where am I?” She opened her eyes and looked around.

This chamber is very quiet and has a kind of deep bone marrow tranquillity, seemingly immersed deeply in every brick, every inch wall of this chamber.

The secret chamber is not bright, a dark, candle-fired light, like silk, haunted in it, barely let Zhao Xiaoyun see it.

“Come here.” From this light comes an old voice.

Zhao Xiaoyun followed his words and went to the place where the voice came from.

Getting close, she found a man who was still old and consistent with her voice.

She is the great elder of Lin Jianzhai.

The elder looked deeply at Zhao Xiaoyun and looked at Zhao Xiaoyun's love on his shoulder. Trick.

Her eyes slightly fluttered and she calmed down quickly.

“On your knees.” Too much Elder's Road.

Zhao Xiaoyun only felt that the old man, though not surprisingly old, had met for the first time, but found that she had an unparalleled authority. In a flat tone, there was a force that people had to obey.

So Zhao Xiaoyun lowered her head and she saw a futon on the brick floor.

She knelt on her knees on the futon and straightened her torso, staring at the old man in front of her.

The old man said, "Look straight ahead. ”

Zhao Xiaoyun looked straight ahead. The light in the secret room suddenly lit up. Zhao Xiaoyun shouted and couldn't help but stare at his eyes.

Because she looked clearly, right in front of her, on the wall, hung a small plaque of dense numbness like a stone jade.

“These are name tags, every person on the brand is a fairy of Lin Jianzhai's past. From the first generation to the present…" Too old to slow down tunnel.

Zhao Xiaoyun's breath suddenly hurried. She glanced at the wall in front of her. These cards made her look confused.

In the upper-left corner, hang the first name tag, which bears the name of the first fairy, which is Waterni.

The second-generation fairy, named Rain.

The third generation of fairies is Huixin.

……

She also saw Mo Yao, Pity Xiang, etc. to familiarize her with the name.

Zhao Xiaoyun looked at these names and his breathing became more and more difficult. She was like a child, looking up at the sky at night, looking at the sparkling stars in the sky.

She knew that those names were a star of the fairy world. Almost every generation of fairies in Lin Yuanzhai is an honorable Chinese magic fairy! They are extraordinarily vulgar and dramatic. They are like a pearl, stretched together, before and after, interwoven with the innumerable splendours and splendours of Lent Ramadan's creation.

Zhao Xiaoyun looked a little crazy. At this time, the elder said, “From today on, you are my contemporary fairy of Lingzhai. Your cards will be hung on the last of the walls. ”

At this moment, Zhao Xiaoyun's heart suddenly paused.

She glanced at the old lady beside her, and the surprise was filled with myriad doubts: “How could that be? I'm not dreaming, am I? According to the rules of Lin Jianxi, I am not qualified, I..."

She said here, suddenly she thought of something, and then she quickly shifted her gaze and looked at the love on her shoulder. The trick: “Is this the trick? ”

The elder nodded slightly: "This is love. Magic, you've got love. Acknowledgement of trickery. ”

Zhao Xiaoyun had been in this secret room since he was in a coma and woke up.

She doesn't know, love. What a trick looks like. But she knows that the magic of love is the magic of the township of Spiritual Fasting!

“Maybe it's love. A trick?!” Zhao Xiaoyun's body trembled for a moment, and the tone went away.

The elder nodded slightly again.

Zhao Xiaoyun breathed heavily for a few breaths. Huge joy came to her heart, and then quickly overflowed to make her feel a feeling of being struck in the head by great happiness.

But this happiness came so suddenly and so immensely that she didn't even have a joyful look on her face, but revealed a hint of fear and anxiety.

She was afraid it was all fake, she was afraid it was just a dream after she was unconscious.

So she opened her eyes and asked the elder, nervously, “Why? ”

Why, there are so many questions involved.

Why love. Will she be chosen?

Why did she become a fairy of Lin Yin Sai?

What the hell is this all about?

Instead of answering directly, the elder sighed for a long time, then said softly: "You must have read The Ancestry of Man, too, in one of its chapters. ”

The ancestors were given love, courage and betrayal, and he could no longer move forward because of fear.

He kept moving forward.

On this day, he walked on the road and heard a voice coming from behind him: "People, I've found you. You take your time, wait for me. ”

The ancestors stopped and turned around and saw a snowman running to him.

“What do you want, Snowman?” Ancestor asked curiously.

Snowman gasps and shushes: "People, I finally found you. I am the most powerful snowman in the tribe, and the snowman is afraid of fire, and I have to prove otherwise. I have conquered the bright brightness of the sky, the blue god stone furnace fire underground, and the turbulent dragon fire in the sea. But I've heard recently that there's a fourth fire in the world called the Fire of Love. Once burned, it burns all life in the world to ashes. I don't believe it. I heard you just got in love. So I thought I'd give it a try. ”

“Fire of love?” Ancestor was curious, and he heard it for the first time.

So he summoned love. Magic, ask: "Magic, can you send a fire of love? ”

Love. “I can and can't. ”

Ancestors and snowmen were strange, and asked, "What do you mean, yes or no? ”

Love... explains: "I can, because I need to fire love. I can't, because I can't do it alone, and I have to have at least two hearts. ”

“Two hearts?” The snowman was a little worried, and she pulled her heart out of her chest.

This heart is very big and strong, and it emits a lot of pressure.

"This is my heart of conquest," said Snowman. "Unfortunately, I have only one heart. ”

Ancestor said, "It's okay. I have a heart too. ”

The ancestor had a heart, but he gave it to the hope trick.

He later had another heart of solitude and resided in his heart.

He also has an unwillingness.

And so this time, he was unhappy.

The unwillingness to dry, thin and small is due to the fact that the heart is almost gone. In the ordinary abyss, human ancestors used almost all of their hearts and minds to pour out the fruitful trees.

Love... flies into the unwillingness, and flies out again. Fly into the heart of conquest and fly out again.

It flew halfway into the air and said, "Well, if you want the fire of love, hit it with two hearts. ”

Snowmen and ancestors each hit each other with a heart of conquest and a heart of dissatisfaction.

A chirp made Mars.

When Mars saw the wind, it burst into flames.

Fire of love!

The flame of love burns in the unwillingness of the ancestors, burning this heart to the ground in blink.

Ancestors are foolish.

Love... "Love comes at its own cost and makes people willing. ”

Yet the snowman laughed haha: "Thank God you have two hearts, or you will die without one. ”

Then the snowman looked at the heart of conquest in his hand.

The flames of love cover this heart, but make it shine brighter.

The snowman didn't care about the tunnel: “What, this fire of love, there are no false watches, there is no bright luminous heat of wheeled fire, there is no heavy blue god stone furnace fire, there is no raging dragon fire. ”

She said, placing the heart of conquest fully in her bosom.

Next, however, she burst into flames, like snowflakes in the sun, and began to melt quickly.

She was horrified and rushed to the fans in an attempt to extinguish the flames of love.

But the fire of love cannot be extinguished.

Eventually, the snowman melted completely, leaving only one heart, and the bear burned a huge flame.

Ancestor was very surprised that he felt the power of the snowman, but did not expect her to disappear completely.

“The flames of love are terrible.” The ancestors were amazed.

"The outcome of love varies from heart to heart," said Love. The heart of the snowman is the heart of conquest, but your heart is unwilling and burned down again. That is why this is the result. In fact, the fire of love burns and there are good results. ”

Love turns out differently, and every love is an adventure.

Ancestor suddenly remembered something, excited: “Love. Magic, you just said that love makes people want to. That's great. I'm going to fall in love with Yumen and let them dance willingly for me and save my daughter from the abyss. ”

At this point, a voice came out: "Father, Father. ”

Jump out of the flame of the conquering heart, a boy.

He is the glorious Razor.

The glorious razor went into the arms of his ancestors and said, “Father, I have a sister. I support you. Let's go save your sister together. ”

Ancestor smiled and touched the flaming razor's head: “My son, you are a good man! ”

The ancestors resumed their journey with a glorious razor, and soon they returned to the gathering place of the feathermen.

The ancestors offered their hearts of solitude and said to the feathermen, “Do you all have hearts? ”

The feathermen replied, "We all have the heart of freedom. ”

"'Then let's love each other,' said Ancestor. I have a heart, and I have love.” The trick.

The feathermen shook their heads: "The heart of freedom will burn in the flames of love. ”

The pursuit of love is the process of loss of liberty.

The ancestors insisted: “The result of love varies from heart to heart. Don't look at a single heart. I have a lonely heart. ”

But no matter how the ancestors persuaded, the feathers disagreed.

ps: Love. Magic, these words are always blocked, I'm drunk too.