Trap 5 terrorist pet store (4-5)

4)
The bright moonlight shines through the lush branches and leaves to the land of ninglang.

Liao Piao looked at the jungle behind the door.
Liao doesn't know this jungle. In fact, it is a jungle that he is very familiar with. It is like a part of his own.
It is the world that raises an adult.
Just because of this, he could not understand how he came to this place.
Although he does not know how long he has been in this strange store, at least he knows that the time is not enough for him to stay here from Tokyo.
Is it true or phantom?

In the depths of the jungle, there was a Big Bang.
"Bai Yan ?" Liao was shocked, and had no intention to confirm the authenticity of the scene.
But I thought it was cool on my wrist. I looked back and looked at the shopkeeper with a playful smile: "Don't worry, you will see what you want to see ."

"Bai Yan, what's the matter ?" A boy came out with his sleepy eyes.
A white tiger appeared in front of a boy with a monk.
Liao seems to have swallowed a stick and frozen in the local area.
He could not hear what the monk was saying to the boy. But in fact, he does not need to hear: He did not forget that night, the night that changed his fate, nor did he forget the story of monks.
Even if you want to forget it, you can't forget it.
He intuitively realized that what is happening in front of him is the truth of the past.
The shopkeeper put down his hand and stepped back. He looked at his guests with great enthusiasm.

"This is ...... What ?" For a long time, Liao finally squeezed out a problem from his teeth.
"Illusion, or truth ." The shopkeeper's cool voice sounded, "what do you think it is? What is it. What do you want it to do ."
"What do I want it to do ?" Liao Yu repeatedly looked at the mysterious shopkeeper.
"You understand what I mean, right ?" The shopkeeper replied, "In fact, you already know the answer, but you don't believe or want to believe it ."
"Here, what exactly is it ?" Liao stared at the shopkeeper and asked in a word.
"This is the pet store of Count D, where love and dream are sold ." The shopkeeper's answer was dull, and he could not hear any joke in his voice.
Liao glared at the unpredictable and profound demon pupil of the shopkeeper, as if to find out the true intent behind it.
However, I heard the shopkeeper's voice come up with another joke: "If you stare at me like this again, you will lose the chance ."

5)
Liao nature understands what the shopkeeper said, But Liao does not know whether he really wants to make a different choice.
Or, do you really regret it.

Liao looked down at his hand.
The palm is wide and rough, and it is covered with the thick cocoon left by the sword for years.
A piece of hand-arm bone that connects the palm is thick and thin, and the muscles are as hard as steel.
On your hands and arm, there are thin scars everywhere. Though inconspicuous, it will never fade away.
It's not just your hands, but your arm, and your whole body is covered with scars. Large or small. The only thing in common is that all will accompany his life and will never fade away.
It seems like a general brand.
The brand of time. The brand of the battle. The brand of armor.
Remind yourself coldly about the responsibilities you must take.
Liao knows that he has never regretted it.

Looking down, the moonlight is at the foot, and the darkness is blurred.
I don't know when it will be like this.
The thing of responsibility is too much to know. I am tired of being responsible for myself.
You have never wanted to escape.
However, if the fire is burning for one day, you can't hide it.
However, you have some reasons you can't help but provoke it.
After a long time, the flesh has become a rock and the skeletal Foundation. People, a few different from the stone statue.
If you hear the heartbeat in your chest from time to time, you may have been unable to remember yourself, even if you were yourself.
Xu was forced to turn himself into a stone image. Only in this way can we always stand between heaven and earth, without being overwhelmed by the weight of our shoulders.
I thought it could be removed. I thought it was already removed. I looked back and sat down on his shoulder, smiling at him. And a few more.
Xu, to death. Only when the stone statue itself cannot afford such a burden can we get and get free.
When the crash occurred, I thought it would be broken into gravel immediately, and countless blocks were scattered in the ground. Even if someone had the ability to penetrate the ground, I could not piece them together, in the past, when we stood tall, we had to look awesome.
But let him, how can he not dream, that belong to his own, ordinary 17-year-old, cloud light?