A rapid voice chanted in my mind, and the sound was more and more rapid, as if the person was alert when he knew that bad news was about to happen.

"It's too late!"

"All efforts were in vain, and we finally failed~!"

"Quick! Seal! Let's join forces to seal it (his and hers)!"

"It's useless! It (he) is no longer as powerful as a baby at its beginning of birth!"

"In the end, I was the one who harmed the people in the world! I am a sinner! I want to repent!"

"It (he) is about to wake up, and I have seen his shaking right eye leaping slowly. I can premonition that he is about to wake up, and all our efforts are wasted!"

"Haha... I am a sinner in the world! Cough cough cough..." A helpless laughter that seemed to be laughing and crying was surging in my mind. The laughter contained bitter pain. It was a kind of coughing sound that could make me laugh and be sucked by myself. The last part of the old man's age was a cough.

The sound in his mind was empty and spreading everywhere, making Ye Zi's confused consciousness keep trying to detect where the sound came from? Who did he come from? Why did he cry with a sucking cry?

Who is he? Why is he about to wake up? The old man is the sinner of the world?

Ye Zi's mind was endless, but as Ye Zi kept looking for sound, light began to appear.

It was a piece of old ancient wall that was bleeding, extending endlessly to the sky. The leaves stretched out their hands to touch the ancient wall. The ancient wall was a cold touch, as if it was touching the cold steel plates of winter. The old ancient walls were uneven and bumpy pits on them, and these were traces drawn by ancient swords. Some of the concave and convex marks were stamped on the ancient people's fists and feet.

The dark black colors of the old ancient walls make the fist and footprints look even more terrifying. Dark black? Ye Zi shook his head and denied his initial judgment of the color of the ancient wall, because Ye Zi found that these dark black colors were actually not the colors of the ancient wall samples. The original color of the ancient wall was ancient blue rocks, and these ancient walls dyed with dark black colors were dyed red by blood and dried.

This is a kind of sad and beautiful dark black; the bloodthirsty ancient wall is continuous and untraceable, which requires much blood of heroes to dye this old ancient wall with swords and swords and fists.

This is a fierce battle, and it requires the existence of dark and old city walls to tell the later generations the tragic level of the fight that year.

"I regret it! I hate it! What I pursue throughout my life is to live my life with my wishes and be free. I became famous as a prince in my youth; I grew up all the way to bathe in the blood of the saints and the saints to make me famous; why did I feel compassion when I first came out to see you? The kindness of a woman saved you from crisis? You must have deceived me! You deceived me with your innocence!"

"I regret it! I hate it!"

"I regret my wife's kindness!"

The desolate sound rang again on the cold and endless old wall. The sound of the wailing and sadness became stronger than the other, as if the old man's mentality became a high-pitched howling with "Repent! Hate!"

The tragic cuckoo that sings in ancient times!

The shrill cuckoo's blood cry should be just like this!

The old ancient walls bring the cold touch of Ye Zi's hands, the dark blood is drying in history, the cuckoo's blood crying is not the shrill legend you transformed into, right?

"Tick tick..."

Raindrops fell from the sky and fell on the old ancient walls. The cool and refreshing raindrops diluted the depression of the old city walls, and also diluted the old man's voice of regret. It seemed that rain also washed away the old man's heart, making the wailing and sad sound slowly faded and slowly disappeared from the sky.

"Tick tick..."

Drops of water fell on Ye Zi's cheeks, and on his arms, the cool water drips flowed along Ye Zi's forehead to his cheeks. The sudden rain made the air penetrate and refreshing. Ye Zi breathed the air with the smell of old ancient walls, and breathed into his nose and passed through his nose to the lungs, bringing sufficient oxygen to the lungs.

The air after the rain is breathing and relaxing.

Ye Zi felt that her cheeks were so clear that she was being beaten. Where did she feel the touch?

The leaves look around the ancient walls in the rainy weather, and the dark ancient walls shine in the rain; all of this is so real, the touch of the face is more realistic than the cool air that breathes into the lungs.

This rough texture cuts Ye Zi's face. What kind of rough wood vase is it?

How could this touch be so familiar?

It seems like I was kissed by my mother's head when I was a child. When I was a child, my mother always liked to wear leaves and talked about the few recurring aged accidents. At that time, the feeling of my mother was exactly the same as it is now. She was so gentle that she could see her own child again and again. But why did her mother's hands feel the wrinkled vase?

Hard old mother? Mother with long scrolls on her hands?

Yes, this must be my mother's face, but where are you, mother? Why can't you see the leaves but feel them?
Chapter completed!