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Chapter four hundred and ninetieth sadness, disappear in the ice, melt in the rainy night

And just above Andaoyuan's head, a heavy rock ten meters wide was shaking and then fell.

But he didn't have any fear, but just walked to the door and opened the lock.

‘Staying’

The silver-haired girl raised her hand, and countless ice rings instantly supported the skeleton of the entire building, layer by layer of transparent ice crystals interspersed in the corrosion of the penetration of the abyss realm.

Then the ice turned dark blue and even penetrated backwards towards the abyss.

After the soulless warrior was annihilated, the abyss was left with only fallen creatures and chaotic energy.

At this moment, it was instantly covered with endless dark blue.

There was a dead silence.

"It turned out to be the former Queen of Nirvana who disappeared for thousands of years." A little dwarf with a beard and less than 30 centimeters tall said this with fear, and then it was sealed in the ice and snow forever by the stagnant time.

Then, the howling wind and snow blew by.

The endless white nights covered all this silently.

Only a pure white dream is left.

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Andaoyuan didn't know what the silver-haired girl did in this moment.

But he trusted snow, just as the kitten was drunk and leaned against him to sleep without reservation.

He opened the iron door, inside which were girls with beautiful appearance, but with deep fear and despair on their faces, and they were covered with shabby clothes.

What he has experienced can naturally be thought of without him thinking too much.

The three guards watched him walk in, and originally wanted to ask what was happening above and if Taro Ono asked him to come. But suddenly he saw that his perspective had a subtle deviation.

Whose body is that, mine?

Bright red blood instantly emerged from the headless corpse, and then burned into ashes by the hot white flames...

The girls watched the young man in white clothes holding a sword. The sword edge was cold and not stained with blood, in the concerto of flames and frost behind him.

The handsome figure shines with a light that is not like the world.

"Don't be afraid, it's all safe."

He didn't know how the girl behind him would think, so he just opened the door and turned his back.

I could only hear the loud cry that was still suppressing at the beginning, and then burst into tears.

Andaoyuan didn't know what kind of mood he was doing these things, he just sighed leisurely.

At this time, I really need a glass of wine.

"Are you a god?" He heard a girl behind him ask timidly.

Andaoyuan explained, or said to himself: "I am also a mortal. No one in this world can surpass others."

At this moment, he thought of the rows of stone tombstones, Ron, and the flower blooming on the stone tombstone.

But he didn't know that in the hearts of these girls who were in despair and numbness, he had already felt like the first light shining into the dark room.

"You will meet your family."

He just said this, then walked out of the dungeon, and suddenly saw the ice crystals covered with the building and the calm snow.

She looked at Andaoyuan holding a sword, quietly sitting on the stone that fell on the side, and then sat obediently beside him, looking at his thinking face.

Just cute poked it with your finger.

Andaoyuan turned around.

But the silver-haired girl poked him again, then stuck out her tongue as cutely, and this time she carried her hand over, raised her head cutely and said, "Are you in a better mood?"

"You are like a child." Andaoyuan said to her with a smile, and then he did not shy away from it, talking about the things he had just experienced:

"I used to feel that I had nothing to do with these things, but just now, I looked at those young girls with fear expressions but didn't dare to make a sound. For some reason, it was a bit difficult to calm down."

"It's normal, you're a good person."

Xue said seriously.

Andaoyuan glanced at the kitten and knew that she did not mix private life in this sentence, so he continued calmly: "Good and bad, this concept is too polarized. Maybe I just want to be worthy of my true heart."

Outside the building, the sound of drizzling rain hits the broken glass mirror and strikes the sound of a concerto with a down-tongue.

In English-speaking countries, the British are the ones who feel the most about rain.

This is what Andauyuan personally experienced when he went to study in England.

The UK has a "marine temperate broadleaf forest climate" and is famous for its changing weather, rain and fog. The rainfall in the UK is more than 1,000 mm a year, facing the northern and western mountains of the Atlantic Ocean, and is soaked in rain for more than 300 days a year. Therefore, the British say that they "only weather but no climate."

In Tokyo, Andoyuan felt the third rainy season different from the rainy season in Jiangnan.

That is a kind of sorrow that belongs only here - the sorrow of things.

Things are more sad than sorrow and tranquility. How quiet is it? It is so quiet that it is "silent", "silent" or even "empty".

Yasunari Kawabata wrote "Izu's Dancer", in which "after the college student 'I' met the dancer, no one poured a word of admiration to each other from beginning to end, and their feelings for each other were in a state of perceptual and non-awareness. The author consciously diluted the tones of emotional that were like love but not love, and turned into 'thing'."

Ye Weiqu said: "As the pioneer of Japanese beauty, things sorrow naturally forms the special character of quiet beauty contained in 'sorrow' during its development, and becomes the bottom of the beauty of 'emptiness'." If the expression of things sorrow is very strong, then it is "sorrow" rather than "sorrow".

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He sat on the broken stone pestle with the silver-haired girl, watching the girls who were kidnapped and abducted here come out of the dungeon with fear.

“We are really saved.”

"real."

Then they hugged each other and cried.

Then about ten minutes passed, a team of night watchmen wearing black combat uniforms rushed in. After carefully inspecting the surrounding situation.

Then they saluted Andau who was sitting beside him. The captain took off his helmet and was the strong man who made special desserts and bubble tea drinks in the coffee shop.

He walked up, bowed to Andaoyuan very seriously and said, "Mr. An, thank you for saving them, I am really grateful."

"There's nothing to thank, just do it casually." Andauyuan said gently, then with a hint of humor: "If, Captain Kane, you really thank me, next time you go to the coffee shop, please ask me to try your specialty dessert."

"I want caramel pudding, and vanilla latte, disaccharide with red beans and taro round bobo."

When the silver-haired girl heard that there were delicious desserts, she immediately came out to seek credit, "I have done my best."

The strong man liked to make desserts, but now when he heard this, he immediately saw that Andaoyuan had two more kindness: "You can come anytime, I will make it for you at any time, and you don't have any money."

Of course, Andoyuan and Captain Kane probably didn't know what the silver-haired girl did exactly what she said about "out of effort".

They are here, and Andaoyuan should go back.

"They seem to want to thank you too." The strong captain looked at the white-clothed Mr. holding an umbrella and the silver-haired girl following him, and couldn't help but say something.

But when he saw Xue seemed to have said something to Andaoyuan, the gentleman in white just waved his hand and walked out of here.

Only those rescued girls stood there, looking at the direction he left with complex emotions.
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