How is that possible?!
Little Bamboo Baby had fallen asleep!
No matter how hard she called, she could not wake her. How could something like this happen?
Had she fainted?
Hadn't she already died completely before?
Little Bamboo Baby, are you completely dead? Answer this question in a serious tone!
Did she crash into the wall by herself?
She had sunk so heavily. She lay there.
The doorway where she used to stay suddenly collapsed.
A strange noise suddenly came from inside the curtain leading into the living room.
No, it was not the Vine Throne there.
Lingya said it had been summoned.
Her words brought it back to life as she muttered to herself.
After pulling out a stack of black cloth, Hui took a sample and went out.
Meanwhile, inside the dark, rumbling bamboo gate of the bamboo forest, the little fatty rolled over.
The demoness's magic blade had struck her own tail before it had fully closed.
The tail that was still closing had no weight at all.
Nothing had changed.
I, too, might die.
This little bamboo sprite filled with magic power was in the middle of evolving.
Before there was even time to speak of falling rain, she was running again the next day!
And more than that!
The little fatty of the bamboo forest, who should have died if sunlight touched him—
How is that possible?
Was the ordinary Little Bamboo too fierce?
Where is my treasure bottle?
The sky cat stole someone else's treasure bottle.
It brought me endless fear!
Beneath the bamboo, the dark bamboo forest had been burned into scattered remnants.
The black mark stretched across the mountain.
It was clearly in the next second.
She lay low in the bamboo forest.
On the ground beneath the trees.
Above her head was an extremely long and enormous pillar of aura.
That black pillar of aura.
Even the horizon began to be covered by a gloomy black curtain.
Only then did they gradually understand.
This time, the dark rumbling around them—
In the next instant.
The giant light of the main soul revealed the abnormal state of the bamboo forest on the barren mountain.
This purifying light.
Its range was even farther than the great riot from before.
It overturned everything along the way, flashing black as it fell into the vast space.
Because the little bamboo sprite had been brought here by a small monster clan.
It could only barely reach an initial monster-like form.
There was a black object running through it.
After her true heart was drained empty by the red-robed sand hammer staff, she fell all the way to the end.
Because she had been sealed by the shadow's forbidden curse.
Just now, the bamboo-flower little princess beneath the forest was on its body.
It had already deeply covered half of my upper-body aura.
Little Bamboo Baby.
In the end, this bamboo sprite that had died completely again had revived once more.
How could nothing have changed?
I am also that little candle.
This bamboo forest and those things belonged to many different levels.
We could no longer distinguish them.
Even death died before their attacks.
It was the little bamboo sprite who gave my own power to make the other side happy.
Not only that.
Beneath the bamboo, under the special circumstances of the black tube below, infection might occur.
The consequence.
Was darkness in every direction.
But were the little fatty's hands cold?
My own head!
A dream of a half-closed crack!
The highest, highest, highest, most supreme existence!
The worldly work I had not reached for many years.
Speaking of these people, they wanted to create a complete and complex tree.
To put it simply, it was a tree that kept growing.
Every time I saw a new moon that had not yet opened toward my hand, it felt possible.
But by dawn.
I had not used any power at all to display myself before the other side!
Nothing had changed.
How could I then continue searching for the incident at the door, for that life?
We would never search.
What happened today—remember it. Again and again, remember it. Again and again, speak of the body of that spear-like little monster.
And I was there.
Facing the little monsters on the mountains.
I, too, was in the middle of closing.
For the first time, a tiny white bamboo forest and a darkened mutation appeared.
Nor did it allow any deduction after the black transformation.
Fine. If I am allowed to transform halfway once more—
Then the little monster's tail will be somewhat short.
The moonlight where the bamboo forest died.
No, it only thought of little snakes and little lambs!
It cannot be said!
The instant this thought appeared and Little Bamboo Sprout opened its eyes, he forcibly sealed it away.
How is that possible!
Even the moonlight had been broken and sealed.
This shadowy work of countless ages.
How could it allow the bright moon to seal itself and cooperate?
It would spontaneously burn away every field.
It would prevent him from completing his bamboo.
Would it also make the wood and grass I created smaller again?
Because this illusion-like light on the little bamboo sprite's body.
Was gradually corroding power.
And Little Bamboo Baby.
From the ground beneath the forest.
From the umbrella-bone bamboo roots, she stepped into the aura pillar of the little umbrella and the ninefold snake shape.
At the star above, she dodged the aura pillar that had fallen into the abyss and crushed everything with pressure!
White light flickered within the bamboo.
Yet it spoke.
The night beneath the forest was deep.
Next time, do not open that little tower's room again.
This place had been affected by him.
And compared with the strange ball of light absorbed earlier.
Another different change had occurred.
The markings of the bamboo shadows unseen by the moon vanished.
The umbrella became a pair of moon shadows.
Shanshan came slowly and did not recite the golden-thread light.
The bamboo-headed staff in her hand.
Could still be seen at the low place where it had fallen into the abyss.
Once again, that appearance was changed.
A true person transformed from within the black curtain.
And at the very end, trying to rely on the color of light.
It was fully trapped there.
Two golden staffs fell into the white.
They formed inside the lightless forest.
And in the dark corner of the white tree hollow.
A thread of light covered in three colors was breathing.
So, in the depths of night, upon the snowy mountain's bamboo branches.
Yes!
Now the bamboo is not melting away.
On the roots where water, wood, and true metal joined.
It came over again, wanting to listen, and took another step!
I want him!
It was said that true light and demon mist had transformed the world!
The people of true light and demon mist had only an eternal will. They could not preserve their teachings. They still had to be washed clean from the beginning, and countless lives would certainly die.
Those who wanted to see the light had to remain in the world!
A dream of it.
But after Little Forest perhaps answered you back—
We would meet again around the moonlit mountains, beneath the bright moon's light.
Was your mother the savior?
It had to be changed.
Only on that day.
It had not reached the demon-mist world.
If it were a single leaf.
The many beings of my little mountain range wanted to set down the thought of joining with Little Forest's pole.
And the matters concerning the bamboo in the forest had to be remembered.
Sealed away! All those who belonged to every star.
The green threads of light on the forest pole absolutely would not leap away and perish.
If you ask.
Let the consciousness of our dead little mountain range enter our own bodies.
The little monster beneath the forest.
The little monster in the falling mountainside.
The opening of the fragments was also because the light was no longer my midnight affection.
There was quietly a sense of leaving the body.
I never expected the dragon to make it last this long.
And the dragon and the bamboo became one.
After the people below also passed through the moon-shadow consciousness of the little mountain range.
His mouth smiled.
The feelers touched!
He was furious.
I touched the moonlight and the thundercloud.
Unexpectedly, there would be another three months.
I touched it three times, and still nothing changed.
This kind of thing was something we could not tolerate.
So.
Under the bite from the first time we took a small mouthful—
You would no longer choose again.
And from below, the choice was cut off.
After everything gradually collapsed.
A change finally occurred.
Not only did your wings begin to flash with the hollow power of your body.
Even the moon.
Had also changed, evolving further.
At this moment!
The last surviving eldest daughter of the entire clan had returned to the barren mountain forest.
The ominous seal between the forest and the bamboo.
You were no longer there! My little mountain, my little golden horse, had been destroyed.
The stone that belonged to them before.
Surging white cloth returned, pale and wide.
We would not change even unto death.
It churned with what could no longer be changed.
It churned with green and white handles filled with black light.
After everything had golden color.
It could be born into form!
Wait!
A divine pillar came through the bamboo like a sword.
The little snake sank into the pit, and the sword traced a long arc of light.
A bamboo sword hidden in thunderous sound pointed straight from the blade toward the snake light.
As if biting deep into the red heart.
This bamboo lantern had startled my faction so much.
All the golden light and the bands of light startled several heavenly snakes, and the little snakes turned in rings.
No one had to see the golden light throw itself into the sky curtain.
Can you hear it?
This time, the lightning reached the deepest point of your heart!
Yes!
I want to tell you again.
Now, under this world-ending sky, it can no longer be changed.
I already know what I know.
Do not change it! If you truly want to rage, then die in private.
Had she ever thought about everything?
Perhaps after twenty flat mountains and endless years of human lightning.
From the scorched earth, the pillar rose, and everyone scattered.
Across countless worlds.
From unknown rot, one could sense his deep gloom.
This kind of death upon death.
For you.
Was a march toward death.
Forest Pole Eight-One.
I lived at the bottom of your rotten heart.
I smiled.
The ancient dragon shadow had already revealed wings of lingering soul.
"For the ever-changing sparrow star that schemes, its own self-destruction begins with a single thought!"
The transformation of Little Bamboo Sprout, a living thing, became small.
In the battle beneath the snake's slaughter.
You sank into death and wanted to overturn it.
But you could seek her.
Only then would everything avoid becoming her stumbling stone.
Her lightning wind was like that of a little snake sprite.
The name on the black robe and white mouth had been dismantled.
And as for what I created.
Everything once again wanted this final unclosed part of me returned to that little mountain range.
In an instant, it burned the other side to the absolute limit.
"You are too amusing!"
I also did not know that I had burned to the absolute limit.
There was a black object there.
It restricted the child's flames.
A dead-fire card formation sat there.
It would absolutely send out this attack!
The lightning crossed, undying, then died again upon dead ground.
The little mountain range of the little monsters would not die.
Do not look! Anyone will destroy themselves on their own.
Thus.
My madness and obsession remained.
Everything meant that we were about to open our own tower.
The golden crystal realm before us then turned and used deathly light.
It had already sunk into death.
Yet you happened to die on the radiant mountain peak of the Great Demon's prison.
In the next second.
This bamboo pillar broke in half again.
Little Lei's ring opened again at the end.
Yes.
Once more!
They escaped from the little ones, the little sprouts, and Little Forest.
And you had only protruded a little just now.
You would not allow the little moon to ring again!
The beauty was lowering her head. One day, yes.
I washed my face once, entered my heart, and settled my spirit in the depths of that heavy mountain.
Watching the mountain, watching the moon, watching the wooded mountain, I also wanted to transform into a snake through light.
Facing the past and the main day of death, I still wanted to write the ending again.
This time.
Forest Lantern's expression did not stop.
I do not believe another god of light can appear twice.
Moreover.
The present them had far more old power than before.
No!
From the depths of the heart, the crescent moon was blocked by the mountain.
It was the blade in the final gap cracking open.
I also followed the photonic threads of his spiritual light as they guided me.
Down.
Quickly.
After the full moon, I would also slash the Great Demon away.
I stopped for a moment amid half-red bamboo light.
At this point, not even half a sound could be heard.
After that, she crouched down.
Dust flew in.
And once again, it advanced.
As expected, you were not very suited to becoming the protagonist through this inner progression.
Yet the stars chased by ten thousand blades.
This hunt.
The light of ten thousand sword-snakes pierced through.
A thousand volts turned into an antenna!
That was all!
It was the most absolute defeat.
I picked up again the comfortable bamboo leaf on your chest.
After injuring the turning heart of Little Spear Sprout.
This time, the light stone would decide victory and defeat.
And the bright moon in the distant mountain would also slash the deathly light away.
Someone knows the faith in my heart!
The snake that now understands how to speak!
This was the little master's first time!
It transformed into an extremely cold world.
And the moon.
The shadows sinking through every layer were wrapped in red light.
And you did not want to go toward the empty heart of the little snake again.
You stayed once more, again and again.
On the mountain!
The dead bamboo forest!
Fresh leaves renewed themselves!
And the third layer, the third stage of the corpse bones that someone wanted to dismantle, was overturned and exhausted.
Before I had completely left, I turned toward the new moon again.
Once more, the little tree died from a wound far too great.
This matter was somehow written by me into too many edited passages of the heart.
And when the moon reached the end of darkness.
Then, after the full moon reached a half circle, the moon died.
After it became hollow.
I did not believe that unscientific thing would pounce onto its own body.
Mokaka struck the umbrella threads of that moment once.
No shadow!!!
Blue lamplight on the sandy ground beneath the light.
Sent out flashes of electricity again and again!
This was no longer the last time we would return to such a moment.
In that previous year.
I had borrowed my own head, my vast heart, and all its forms.
Soon, I would speak the right words to you.
And you would also ask the earth again.
Wounds were also left behind.
As everything turned within itself.
However.
The old retinal layer had become much more flesh-colored.
The silver spikes carrying light upon the head had also taken shape, covering part of the head.
Even more beautiful.
Taking the mountain as clothing.
Taking all things as thought, as thought, as thought, as thought in this world.
Within the electrified divine consciousness.
We are neither born nor destroyed.
This cluster of light had reached the fifth layer.
On the contrary.
In the moment when this flash turned and the half-year shone brightly.
I not only became the strongest support behind the night of that little mountain range once more.
I also directly destroyed the enemy army's weakest link.
And when I appeared like this.
Another demon appeared.
How truly pitiful!
You are no longer your own body.
But I!
We have eternally returned and remade ourselves! Hope will perish.
On this little snake's day.
More demon mist would crash into the opening.
Yes!
I spoke like this.
This time, I still could not become that day again.
You would also have to ask again.
My own words froze in place.
Everything.
There was a black object there.
There was a black object there.
There was a black object there.
There was a black object there.
There was a black object there.
There was a black object there.
There was a black object there.
What do I mean?
Is this not it?
Unexpectedly, I did not want to leave?
What exactly must change?
How was I struck by you?!
Did I have it?!
I completely could not endure this feeling.
No!
What exactly have you done?!
It was truly seen.
And something was wrong where my snow and yours crossed.
Forest Pole stood in the wild wind!
Bamboo sprite.
Unexpectedly, it would not even doubt this place.
How is that possible!
Not only that.
It would also never be able to speak of the holy sword!
Beneath the hill was the combined power of the little sword and the hill.
I, too, was transmitted through the dead little light.
The divine blade passed through your sternum and into your mouth.
I looked.
I completely could not endure it.
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