"Anything that makes you look back, you must never look back!"
"As for me...I'm not going!"
The Emperor's daughter Lu didn't say anything, but lowered her head.
Living a long life is not a good thing.
The longer you live, the more you experience.
Some people may think that time can drown everything, and make all the happy and unhappy things be forgotten completely.
But in fact, things that you don’t care about and have never thought about whether to forget will be easily erased by time.
But what I want to forget so much, I can never forget, and it even becomes more and more profound.
This is how the emperor's daughter was killed.
She let out a long cry, her heart was filled with countless wounds. She didn't want to look back. Anything could make her turn back, anything could make her die...
Zhou Buzhou, who was already in the situation of Mo Huishou, did not dare to look back even if he wanted to drag the emperor's daughter Lu into the water.
This is a kind of intuition and vigilance that naturally arises from the inner clarity of the mind after being here.
Can't look back!
Looking back means being lost and dying!
Zhou Buzhou planned to teach the imperial daughter Lu Mei a lesson after shattering the core of the existence of the four seas and one world.
And at this moment,
Only forward!
He raised his foot and took the first step forward.
As he took a step, a psychedelic atmosphere arose. Between the upside-down heaven and earth, it seemed that there was a white-haired venerable looking down at this place.
Draw all the snow between the eyebrows, and make the way you came the way back.
Knowing that no one will look back...
A sad voice resounded.
Zhou Buzhou was unmoved, because no matter how sentimental this sad voice was, it was a stranger to him and could not stir up any waves in his heart.
He continued to take a step forward.
All around, hallucinations were everywhere.
Behind
"Xiao Buzhou, go home. Your mother should have prepared dinner and is waiting for you."
It's a vicissitudes of life voice, so familiar.
This is... my father's voice.
Zhou Buzhou almost responded and turned back to follow his father home for dinner...
Zhou Buzhou remained unmoved. He firmly remembered the words that he must never look back and walked forward step by step.
But the waves in the lake of my heart are getting more and more intense.
"Little Buzhou, I've made a wooden sword for you. Try playing with it."
It’s still that vicissitudes of life voice.
In an instant, countless ripples rose and floated in Zhou Buzhou's heart...
Zhou Buzhou didn't say anything.
After staying still for a few minutes, his whole body was wrapped in the ultimate power, and he took another step forward.
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