It is a pity that although Pilubocha finally understood this truth, he never had a chance to correct it. www.xiaoshuotxt。 com The twenty-fifth chapter, the candle shadow is still thin and old makeup. This time Yang Yizhi didn't go far. There was a fire at the far end of the tunnel. Although the fire was weak, it was a shock in Yang Yizhi's heart. The familiar force was returning from the end of the light to his body. Although he is gradually getting rid of his dependence on this power, when a person relies on something for too long, he will form a habit in his heart. Even if the body has been able to gradually get rid of, the psychological still can not get rid of. Especially when you are extremely tired, this habit is even more irresistible. Yang Yizhi simply wished that he could not think about anything and walk past according to the guidance of the light. But in a place like this, how can there be light? Yang Yizhi can also choose to turn a blind eye and move on from another fork in the road. Perhaps he should have gone there as soon as possible while the light was still shining. After all, there may also be the only gap that Ji Yunchang missed. The source of light, since it may be the place of hope, may also be the most fatal trap. Yang Yizhi finally walked in the direction of the light, neither speeding up nor slowing down his pace. The stones in the tunnel became very rough and piled up in disorder, giving people the feeling of walking in a long-abandoned tomb. And that little fire, also in the unknown cold wind swaying, like a ghost fire. Yang Yizhi stopped. He found himself at the end of the tunnel. In front of him was a slightly smaller stone palace, and the light of the fire was fluctuating in the middle of the stone palace. And behind the fire, there was a man sitting faintly. This man should be the last one of the Four Heavenly Kings, Duoluozha. The wind stops. The fire burns quietly, and everything in front of us is clearer. Yang Yizhi suddenly closed his eyes. He was afraid that he could not help looking at the fire. Once he looked at it, his body would once again regard the weak light as its only dependence. Just like a child who has not practiced regular script for a long time, he may be able to write decent regular script without external disturbance. However, once he was asked to transcribe quickly, his handwriting would return to its original shape unconsciously. After a long time,Pi tape measure, he would even forget the regular script he had just learned. Yang Yizhi closed his eyes and tried his best to eliminate the interference of the fire and look at everything ahead with his feelings. As if, Duoluozha seemed to get up from his seat, holding a white lute in his arms, and was slowly looking up at him. And the coquettish light of the fire seemed to gradually unfold a halo, wrapping Dorozha in it. An idea suddenly came to Yang Yizhi's mind: this time he should be the first to make a move. Because if he dragged on, he didn't know how long he could resist the temptation of the fire. Yang Yizhi clasped his fingers lightly, and a slight blue light burst in his palm in an instant. Then the air around him suddenly burst, as if the air, light, dust, sound and color between heaven and earth were all controlled by an irresistible force. They gathered into a huge wave and swept away around Duoluozha. Since Yang Yizhi claimed that no matter what kind of opponent he faced, he only made one move. This move, Fish measuring board ,Wheel tape measure, of course, is appalling. So far, he has only lost once in the match with Zhuo Wang Sun. However, Duoluozha did not move. Just when Yang Yizhi thought he would hit the target, Duoluozha sighed softly, raised his hand, and the fire rose, spreading a halo in his ear, illuminating half of his face. Yang Yizhi was immediately moved! He did not care about the martial arts taboo, in the interval, he took back the move he hit with all his strength. A huge force to bite back suddenly hit the face, Yang Yizhi's whole body blood is like an instant stagnation, every joint is issued a broken general light sound. If Duoluozha takes advantage of the situation here, Yang Yizhi will be seriously injured even if he doesn't die. However, Duoluozha only gave a gentle laugh. The laughter is clear and crisp, like a cardamom girl. Yang Yizhi took three steps back, but he didn't care to stand still completely. He looked up at Duoluozha in astonishment and exclaimed, "Jing'er!" Duoluozha did not answer, but slowly sat back on the stone chair, put down the oil lamp in his hand at will, and reached out to stroke the lute a few times. The sound of the harp is clanging, not a tune, but there is no hidden internal force to hurt people. Yang Yizhi clenched his fists tightly, and his body trembled slightly. For a moment he could hardly help rushing up, picking up the oil lamp and looking at the man's face carefully. He wished that the person in front of him was really Yang Jing. Even if Yang Jing is holding the country, even if Yang Jing will immediately personally kill him, as long as she is! The blood of Yang Yizhi's whole body finally cooled down, because he knew that Yang Jing was dead. He died without knowing it, and now his bones may have turned to dust. But after ten years of unforgettable yearning and self-reproach, he couldn't help looking at Duoluozha again. Then he suddenly found that everything in the stone room looked so familiar. In the dim light, the only thing that could be seen clearly was a window beside her. The oil lamp was on the windowsill, and it was still dark outside the window. A little dust is floating leisurely in the air. Time seemed to turn back ten years in an instant, and his only sister, the girl who had been waiting at the window for fourteen years, stared out of the window quietly, as if she could see her life from the endless darkness. Yang Yizhi hesitated for a long time, but finally called out again: "Jing'er?" Duo Luo Zha turned his head and looked at him faintly. There was a sad smile on his pale face, but his eyes were as deep as the sea. Yang Yizhi's eyes were a little hot at that moment. She gazed at Yang Yizhi and said softly, "Yang Jing is dead." One of Yang Yi's grief, but secretly there is also a bit of relief. With a long sigh,Adhesive fish ruler, he said, "She's really dead …" Then who are you? Duoluozha's slender fingers clasped a few times on the string and said, "I am her ghost." 。 tapemeasure.net