He said to Tie Jinjue again: "Why are you here? Don't you feel cool? His approach will not heat up the entire Muxi Pavilion, right?"

Tie Jinjue touched the wall and said, "It's not true, the patriarch, this wall is still cold."

Tie Wandao touched the wall, touched the ground again, and stood up and said, "It's really strange. The wall is cold, the ground is cold, and people are hot. No, I can't say that. I think he is not hot, but you and I are hot."

"He is doing the trick, so there will be phenomena that he cannot see normally." Tie Jinjue said.

Tie Wandao said to Tie Jinjue: "If I had known this would have happened, I would have asked him to do it just now, turning us into something like him that would not feel hot! I want to go out and cool down!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the white flame suddenly turned into a blue flame, which attracted Tie Wandao's attention.

Tie Wandao wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "It's blue. I won't go out. Let's take a look!" As he said that, he stared at the blue flames farther away.

Tie Jinjue also looked at the blue flame and thoughts: after a while, the ashes turned into the bowl will disappear, and the pattern carved by my mother on the bowl will seem as if it had never appeared, but the torture she had suffered has been suffered. I looked at the blue flame like this and told myself that when the fire was extinguished, the "signs" of the pain that my mother had suffered before committing suicide will disappear, as if the pain would be burned to disappear. Is this a lie to my heart for the less painful in my heart? Before burning, I hoped that the bowl would be burned.

There was not even ash left. However, during the burning process, I looked at the flames, but I felt that the idea of ​​self-comfort was a bit ridiculous. The blue flame was leaping, as if laughing at me. Is it telling me that not only could it not burn the pain that my mother had suffered before committing suicide, but even the pain in my heart when I thought about these things? I thought before that even if it could not burn the torture that the deceased had experienced, at least it could burn the pain of the living who remembered the deceased? However, for some reason, as a person who stayed in the world, as a remembered the deceased

When the living in pain saw the blue flame that was as laughing at me, I suddenly realized that it could not only not burn the torture that the deceased had suffered, but even the pain in my heart could not be burned by the flame that was leaping like laughing at me. If those pains were allowed to leave me from my mind, it would probably only be until I, the living, became the deceased? In fact, it was not far away, it was not far away. Through the blue flame, I seemed to see my mother waving to me in that world. When my mother was laughing, the blue flame no longer laughed at me.

The colored flame, blue, the color of blue is a bit like the nails of the blue armored man... The flame finally stopped laughing at me anymore. In fact, when I looked at the flame, I knew that a fire could not burn the pain of those suffering people in the world... The blue flame was like the life of those suffering people... Before the change, there were some people in the world who were born, just because they were blue armored man, and they were tortured, struggling, and shouting. Even their blood could not extinguish the painful fire that made them worse than death, so they had to endure until the moment they were burned to death.
Chapter completed!