Love love love to go to the ancient novel this is now the reality of the network, to kill to kill the former immediate concern to the network after the novel is now often sets. And I just want to stay away from them, away from the hubbub of these tedious, we found hidden in the text behind the lonely. I am lonely, lonely all. Our most primitive heartbeat.
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Temperature is getting lower and lower, he and I just waiting to be killed slowly devour creatures, but they do not feel anything. Azeroth’s chefs have a story, it says, to a frog on a pot filled with boiling water, it is about to pop out. Placing it in the pot with cold water, then slowly heated, it will die quietly in a comfortable in, a table of food. Now there is a way I feel a frog. But really have no choice come to a road, may be thought of will be free, I still have a little excited.
His bow like walking under the body, like a thief, and that a broken arm, but also added some more mysterious. Light the fire in the surrounding red brick on the ground with the green light has been reflected in this ice will simply not imagine the people, can not imagine, this is a living world. .
If Joan of Arc is my goddess worship since childhood, then I did it just now bright and her embodiment of the opposite. Dirty, dark. Dead, I might be ran from her feet black mice.
Not long gone, he said, was tired and wanted to rest. This Zhenggewoyi. We are against the wall, in the thick ice to sit on, while the biting cold on the attack over the body. From the tailbone up to the head, are dull. It seems I am not Joan of Arc was not much hurt by.
Think of the original travel time in Dun Morogh, Kara North has the hottest every time on the bustling streets, where there is a famous ice bar, the night, lit streets of the town, much to see to the top of the North Star is like a general bright, hear the clink sound, feast of sound, cursing and quarreling voices sound seeped from the broken windows out. The hot room windows on the formation of mist in the pavement, could see through this layer of mist hundreds blurred face, and always came out laughing. Something in the body pass through the windows of these noisy when they could not help but to glance inside. There are several children dressed in tattered often go out to some of the wine, drink drunk in the street lights on the ice bar afterglow unique dance dancing dwarf.
The bar in the snow in the Dun Morogh around stool under the table, the time went in sweating, all wrapped up on a cotton-padded clothes. But indeed a refreshing, now that dirty rat hole, I fully understand not the kind of touch feel.
I felt out of his mouth are cold Ha cold.
He just got up, I heard him shout: I hurriedly jumped up in the past, found not far in front of the channel bend, there is a pile of white bones, bear next to a rusty iron swords.
I gently turning the pile with a sword bones, the bones below to see a black cloth bags.
My hands just trying to start cloth bags, this bag on the Installed with a black cloth hardcover book, is made of leather, of good quality. Gently turn over, top with graceful pen writing a detailed diary record. Many places the ink has been dismantled tomorrow. I attentively watched.
He turned and handed sword.
This is a very rough iron sword making, the body end up with thick ice. I put ice on the hilt on the wall Kediao force, and then observe the lines above to see a N a little lost … … Well, I … … damn, this … … I like the tiger’s mouth and into the souls that temperatures … … No, I have to … He did not answer.
God! … … Farewell, mother … … …
Suddenly, his mind, May be too late, he had just come back to, I saw him a reel sank. I have no time to stop, the inertia of the ice smooth, I rushed to go straight, only to see the dark eyes, I seem to be from a fall down a cliff breaks.
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I close my eyes, piercing cry. I heard of people falling to death, before the dead in the ground. Stephen I have this life, really want this unknown place in the end.
Then, I feel a dark ass sit.
Did not fall apart down the feeling of the body, such as a slope falls, my heart also Then quickly go to the decline, but also to sit … … so the cycle. I seem to fall into the eighth floor one level of hell, the ear has been able to hear the roaring sound, like a few little knowledge of the sky from plunging down the boulder dam waterfall, splash. Also like the offensive launched in front of millions of soldiers and Weaponry phase.
Began to hallucinate a. I want to.
After several rounds of toss, just listen to Because the instantaneous tension and spasm of the body, yet all of a sudden back to life, but this is actually very clear and theosophy, no loss of consciousness.
I can confirm that I am not dead.
I was lying in the water so, until the water into my nose, choking, I straightened up. Then big mouth breathing, breathing … …
Looking back to find the voice he stumbled over, hugged me in the dark. I laughed, he has had time to fear.
He said: Seems like a shock, I encountered a thunderbolt, and I cast him a hand, taking the sword to him.
I feel the darkness of his whole body shaking a bit dramatic, did not speak.
name, you in the end? ah? you want to do here in the end? to come? ah? I am not a fool, do you really think I was an ignorant bum, hands-free beam power of chicken cowards? His long sigh: power of one person, you can do from now on out here? now this place, you are not familiar with me, even if I am a natural disaster of the traitor, you knife, I can not do anything, what happened, not wait until the danger of re-interpretation? You can recover your memory? you can get what you want it? I was taken aback: He slowly stood up, slowly close to me.
I simply mustering all the strength to stab him to go, but my hand is really not a shred of strength, his words touched my heart, the inner knife-like pain. These two words he ripped my heart like a darkroom that layer of skin, my secret, tangled, and all the feelings of all fall into the exposed, this is simply hacked in pieces than even torture.
My knife out of my ankle in the homogeneous deep water, issued a I felt my soul grow a branch. Then everything that a branch dispersed towards the left.
And I just sat in the water, no air force.
His hand touched my forehead.
21
I stood Ratchet bustling bazaar, bear around to noisy, many nearby residents holding mule to go to the market, have sold Kodo coats, as well as selling wind snakeskin cloak, in a Book Tan Qian, a lot of people stop to forget the passage of time. Inside the book I have not seen one. Look down from the hillside, full of people. Hot summer sun baked the earth, the crowd all the shrill cries to form a constantly clamor. Large animals are occasionally fierce howl soon as they overwhelmed the crowd noise. Cool breeze blowing from the coast business travel, which mixed with the stench of salted fish, and others sweat, cow dung, cow grass flavor. I thought I would find anything good from inside the old things, but today it seems to me, I almost can not see the goods.
Ratchet has a tavern on the slopes, there are parts of a shipment of specialty drinks. I want a glass of Bordeaux wine, for a long time are not sent. Then the door came a child, he was wearing a white dress with pink pattern, cuffs dirty, the child walked straight up to me and said: buy a cat. mother had finally agreed to my cats. The child’s big eyes, eyes with a look forward at me, his hair is golden, golden golden, very beautiful … … This reminds me of who?
He handed me a silver thing.
I said: full full of it, how you wear it will feel enriched ah, most people can not see what’s inside, though has been worn on the body. My silver is plated up, my silver is plated up to.
channel when it is directly and dug through it, which continued inside the water seepage from the top down, but I do not know where the seepage from the go. so they build resentment, and I found that we just fell off the wall is think we can try to go out and see from there. I slowly stood up: I raise my sword: He shook his head helplessly.
Through the dark cave, I saw the one on the ground in front of a faint light, no water, which is slightly higher than other places together. Around the water exudes the smell of moldy and disgusting.
I squatted on a piece of protruding to the table looking down, saw a man below is hewn hole, about a meter in diameter, hole following is a tomb, the tomb with the other difference is that this tomb their car. There are a few chairs placed around the instrument, wipe clean. The only missing is the Scourge of the figure.
the dead, like a wretch. Then he stuck his head down and looked carefully, and then leap to jump down, secure in the fall to the ground. Just like a light cat.
God, I thought, this man had really two down, far from the surface of the kind of frail temperament.
So I jumped down.
22
The top of this tomb has a huge chandelier, above them the hundreds of candles illuminate the whole room lights. In addition to the floor is that natural disasters the unique green outside, the walls are made of natural wood. Above a dense pattern. Opposite side of my painting hanging on the wall, is a fisherman fishing scene, hanging lazy evening sun behind him, like a drunk old Charles’s face. Slight glow red glow. A few chairs are made with high-grade birch, birch and only this will have Winterspring.
Surprisingly, it actually has a fireplace inside, inside the fire is burned strong, the chimney has been through the roof. It all seemed very warm. Like into an ordinary people. Moreover, the air and no strange smell, which made me very puzzled.
I asked him: His eyes seemed more puzzled than I, this feeling is not quite like fitted out. At least I have not found any threats.
a bunch of zombie nothing, they do not even need to drink water, let alone enjoy painting the. Their intelligence is there, but the aesthetic taste but did not have! At this time I really was speechless, then say no more. I noticed in the midst of this great racing the same machine as the dwarf, a few protruding above the glass tube, with yellow, green and pink gas, even flowing. With a tube hanging up the machine on the side of a bayonet, above a helmet look like something similar, could there really be racing it.
He quickly flip a few pages, mouth and swallowed spittle, said: rejected my presence? ah ha, I found these books are written in very fine and deep, and are part of a discipline. said to have split, our enemies, it is led by the Lich King in this part of the dead … expand their sphere of influence souls are the only way for the resurrection of the dead, which is also the one hand, people hate them. wars followed, of course, by the Lich King himself is cursed before … Sen teacher you prefer ah, er? I also repeatedly delayed, in the end I was destined to damn here, or I came to die his idle right? He firmly frowning: I frankly said.
Then he will not speak, like SOUL of the same chair on it, look like the two made a yellow apple, dry and dark.
I thought what he would say, leaning against this If the child is really like a dream to say that the case, then the collection of my long, the misses, are only to be plated up this thin layer of silver, flashy. Or are only the appearance of this bright, this near-impulsive beauty. Catherine’s all about memories, are also installed in this lily in bloom. Thought they had to go past and its appearance is as eye-catching, but this seems, it is always heavy, is serious. I have it under the glare of the light to walk with no purpose, and never see through it the nature of loneliness, that the objective facts, and willing to do while alive. Sadly, when I become a pawn of fate, did not attempt to break free, but it will be hard to arrange every thing, have to play the most, and also help it get enough of a master of its own. Eventually suffer the fate of the Stockholm Syndrome.
Yes, is that I am a light stab of fear, is that the light control my direction. And if it has been like this, day light depleted, the entire necklace, together will become worthless and ugly rotten stone. It exposed the naked truth, without any cover. Then my face will be less than a disaster.
- See 2011.4.2
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