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Hilo stepped forward and took Zorn's arm. "It will all be over. Let's go back to England, where we belong."

Zorn nodded. His head was in pain and he was at a loss. He even forgot to push Xi Luo away from him. He only felt tired, a cold exhaustion in his heart, a depression and withering. "Escape" was the only word that could save him now.

The wood was actually like a cactus, its huge roots digging deep into his dried up heart like a desert. After she left, there was no more scenery to be seen in the desert.

Xuan Mu staggered away, pulling away from the crowd. He pulled out the wooden stick from Shu Luo's eyes like a needle. He then ripped it out from Zuo En's flesh, piece by piece …

The back of the pink doll dress, the long hair of Di Qing, and her big, cunning, intelligent eyes were all blown away by the wind …

Life is a choice, every intersection is different; life is an unknown number, turning a corner is either a turn or a slope; life is more like a palette, and we are paint, displaced on canvas...

Zorn grinned slightly, wanting to shout, to cry, to beg her to stay, but he said nothing, he didn't say anything, he even sighed, he buried himself alive in the world. There was a kind of man who could resist the enemy's halberd, and he could stand on the edge of a wave and face the enemy with cold eyes. However, he could not accept the slightest bit of care from others. Once he accepted it, he would let go of all his defenses, like a thorny hedgehog. Once a natural enemy attacked, he could only act like a panicked rabbit, hiding nowhere to hide.

Because of the wood, Zuo En was that silly, naked hedgehog. She was his last support, a heart full of strong love that could never be retracted!

When the protective shield was destroyed by the sandstorm, when the edges of reality shattered and the walls collapsed with a loud bang, all that was left was a pile of rubble.

"Scram!" Scram! Now, everyone, get out! "

The peace under the sea, the peace before the avalanche, the silence before the storm, they were all waiting for this moment to erupt!

Zuo En roared and pushed down the long crystal table in front of him. Things flew everywhere on it … Like a broken crystal...

The most beautiful heartache, was actually breaking the perfect thing!

He could not bear it. Even if the pain was excruciating, he could not tell her to scram! Actually, he really wanted to say that after you leave, you will come back, right?

Finally, he could no longer hold back the stench of blood. He fell into the chair, raised his arm and tried his best to stop it. However, he found that there was a strong stench coming from the black sleeves. Fortunately, he was wearing black clothes, so there was no scarlet blood flowing on the outside …

Because it was black, even sadness could be hidden well.

Because it was black, no matter if it was beautiful or ugly, everything could be contained within it.

Because it was black, it was destined to sink forever. Hell, isn't it? Like a chrysanthemum in the night, it was blooming, but no one could see it.