Su Ming should go.

Even if he didn't leave, he should cherish the creation given by the old man Xiuxun this time, because the creation of these three days could help him resist the catastrophe he was about to face.

Destroy this illusory beauty, kill all the characters that may be fictional, including his relatives, friends, love, friendship, etc., have a determination to give everything in order to become stronger, to resist, to have a kind of ruthlessness called the strong, to destroy all this, and reshape!

This is the true meaning of the three-day creation, and it is also the old man who cultivates Xun, hoping that Su Ming can do it, like an outbreak in silence!

It's like cutting off thoughts, cutting off memories, not paying attention to the past, not caring about the future, replacing one's memory with reshaping, and being ruthless to complete the extremely important transformation of oneself in the third volume of the famous East Wilderness Chapter 586 (the first change)!

This transformation is the transition of the Great Perfection of the Sacrificial Bone and the Becoming a Savage Soul Powerhouse, which ...... That's what you create!

Su Ming for these, with the enlightenment, gradually became completely clear, he guessed the help of the old man Xiu Xun, he even faintly felt that if he followed the other party's method to reshape his life after destruction, this would be equivalent to mastering his own destiny, and he would infect his soul at the moment of shaping because of the perfection of his state of mind.

Because of the consummation of the soul, it ...... At the moment of shaping this life, he will create a brute image of Su Ming that belongs to him!

It also means that when he walks out of here, he is no longer a sacrificial bone, he will become a brute soul powerhouse in one fell swoop in this strange power, in the creation that this old man Xiuxun may have paid a great price to unfold!

Thus, to face the next catastrophe in his life!

The old man who repaired Xun paved a road for him, and although Su Ming didn't know who the other party was, he could feel that the old man had no ill will towards him......

This creation. This great gift...... Su Ming, but he couldn't accept it.

Because this price is to destroy everything, can he, Su Ming, go and kill the Bai Ling who is holding the white spirit behind him with one palm, can he go and end his life in his sleep in his sleep, can he kill Chenxin just because of the consummation......

He can go and kill Lei Chen, kill his parents. Smash everything in the Osan tribe?

"I can......'t do it," Su Ming laughed miserably. He could feel the warmth of the white spirit behind him, he couldn't do it.

Time passes slowly. Su Ming stood there, Bai Ling was holding him behind his back, and the sky was gradually no longer pitch black, but slightly shining.

That night, the two of them stood like this, not speaking to each other. Bai Ling's head was buried on Su Ming's back, and the feeling of heartbeat that came made her cry for some reason.

The tears may be lovesickness, but they can't be bounced off, and they are dyed on Su Ming's clothes.

Until the dawn came, Su Ming chose to leave, and Bai Ling lay quietly on her bed, as if she had fallen asleep. It's just that the tears in those eyes are still there, dripping on the pillow, and gone.

In that tear, how many times I looked back, how many times I missed, how many times I sighed, maybe even Bai Ling himself couldn't count it.

Walking in the early morning sun, Su Ming walked out of the oolong tribe, he walked silently in the mountains and forests, watching the sunlight into a beam of light, shuttling through the leaves of the jungle and falling, the little red on his shoulders seemed to feel Su Ming's complexity, and he was silent all the way.

It's the first day.

There are still two days left for Su Ming to choose.

He originally planned to go to the Fengzhen tribe, but at the moment he had no thoughts, he looked at the Wushan Mountain in the sun, and he didn't have the idea of going to see the ruins of the fire barbarians, and the feeling of exhaustion permeated his mind.

He chose to go home.

Back to Osan Be, back to the home that belonged to him.

In the early morning, the Osan tribe is like a revival of everything, the clansmen are doing their own things in the smoke, and the children seem to be forever tireless, looking forward to the arrival of the day, looking forward to playing with their friends.

Su Ming's return, looking at the familiar tribe, he sat silently outside his tent, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, looking at the sunshine, looking at the tribe, all the memories in the tribe.

He wants to remember all this once again, like a knife, to engrave this scene deeply in his heart and in his soul.

"Is the only way to control your destiny is to destroy these......" Su Ming muttered softly.

"This kind of destruction may indeed allow people to control their fate, because the cold heart cannot tolerate the slightest warmth, if there is no love, then all the means of the other party will not find a place to live.

But ......" Su Ming looked at the children running around in the open space in front of him, and he closed his eyes.

"Are they also false......

The sky was slowly getting darker, the dusk was passing, the moonlight was shining on the earth, Su Ming had been sitting there, looking at all the tribe, not thinking about it anymore, but silently looking at the sunrise and sunset.

He knew that when the sun rose again, it would be the last day in his memory of this Osan Mountain.

Maybe next time, I don't know when, maybe never.

Su Ming closed his eyes, and his ears echoed with the Xun song played in the tribe, and he ...... all night Elapse.

When the next morning came, the sky was no longer clear, but there were dark clouds, and it was drizzling, but Su Ming didn't think about anything on this last day, he smiled and accompanied Ah Gong to talk, happily went to help Grandpa Nansong tidy up the pharmacy, and even more like a child, playing with those children, telling them stories, and the silver bell laughter that came out at that time became the most pleasant sound in the tribe.

He laughed and played with Lei Chen, just like the teenager who was ignorant of the outside world and didn't even think about it, he had his own friends and relatives, happy and carefree.

Ula there, although he was very contemptuous of Su Ming, Su Ming always smiled, without the slightest complaint, and took the initiative to help Ula do what belonged to her.

Beiling's side, Su Ming seemed to be tired, using his last day's time, very polite, thinking about the help of his childhood, thinking about the grace of the arrow, even in the indifferent Beiling, after the silence, nodded to Su Ming complicatedly, and the two of them were there, as many years ago, shooting arrows.

As for Chen Xin, she sat happily on the side, looking at the two men in front of her who had made them all walk into her heart, and sometimes stepped forward to hand over the water, and laughter echoed.

Everyone in the tribe, on this day, felt that there seemed to be something different about Su Ming, this day, he had been busy from early morning until dusk, until late at night.

On his face, the smile was always there, but it was just ...... With the arrival of the night, as the moonlight fell, no one saw the reluctance behind his smile.

When it got dark, Su Ming's smile turned into bitterness, he watched the lights around the tribe gradually go out, and watched everything change from prosperity to silence, his heart tingled.

"Are you leaving...... Su Ming muttered, he knew that when the sun rose again, he would ...... will disappear in this beauty.

The bitterness on his face gradually turned into a smile, he needed to laugh, he wanted to laugh, even if he left, he was already content to have these three days.

Smiling, smiling, Su Ming didn't look at the moonlight, didn't look at the darkness and tribes around him, but opened the door of the tent, walked in, and lay on the small bed that belonged to him, looking at the familiarity around him, he smiled and slowly closed his eyes.

Sleep, maybe wake up and you're still here......

Su Ming muttered softly.

In the end, he still didn't choose the path pointed out by the old man Xiuxun, even if he went down, he could be a brute spirit, even if he went down, he could have the qualifications to resist the coming of the catastrophe.

Even so, he ...... Or chose their own path.

All this is true or false, not necessarily true or false.

This month is also a month!

Destruction can shape a new life, but keep everything, leave it in the depths of memory, and become the most precious beauty of a lifetime, so that your heart is not cold, and your love is not extinguished, and it may not be impossible to shape a new life!

"Destiny is mine, I choose it myself, I say it's true, he is in my heart...... It really exists. Su Ming closed his eyes and fell asleep slowly.

"Farewell...... My Osan ......"

"Goodbye...... My loved ones ......"

"My friend...... My love, all my childhood...... You will always be in my heart, in the deepest part of my heart, and you will be my warmth...... Farewell......"

This is the feeling of slumber that he has never found since he left Osan Mountain, even on the ninth peak, and that feeling is the taste of his memory......

At the moment when he was asleep, Su Ming couldn't hear it, and there was a sigh that swirled in the darkness, and the sound of that sigh contained a taste that made people ignorant, and it was impossible to distinguish.

This world is gradually shrouded in fog, and this world gradually turns into nothingness.

When Su Ming opened his eyes again, the first thing he heard was the sound of the sea, the smell of the sea, and the ...... he saw It was that lonely island, surrounded by no mountains, no tribes, and no human figures.

The only thing there was was the bald crane lying there, with its eyes wide open.

Su Ming stood there for a long time, a long time, until he closed his eyes again and then slowly opened them.

"I woke up from a dream. Su Ming's eyes can still appear in front of the scenes of those three days, a sadness, which will be integrated into his temperament from now on, this is the sadness of the soul, this is the sadness of homesickness.

This is the astringency that the wind blows away, this is what he chose, beautiful.

Sighing lightly, Su Ming clenched his fists and respectfully bowed deeply to the island under his feet, he worshiped the old man who was repairing, and thanked him for his three days of creation.

After a bow, Su Ming raised his head, took a step forward, grabbed the bald crane, and the whole person turned into a long rainbow and went straight to the sky.

Behind him, the island slowly disappeared, only the wisp of mournful Xunqu, whirling and whirling, as if sending Su Ming until he was far away-

The first update! Monthly passes, let's smash them, tired and don't die!(To be continued)!!