Fengjue Tianxia: Poison Doctor Seventh Miss

"This little song has been sung for a long time, but unfortunately we still haven't discovered what the other catastrophe is. We didn't remember it until this sudden disaster appeared. This seems to reflect the words of that expert." The village chief's expression was a little bit Sigh.

"What's that word?" Feng Qingyue was curious, the little words handed down from the time of heaven's punishment, can anyone really predict what will happen thousands of years later?

"The sun is like fire,

Blooming gorgeous rose petals,

That is the most beautiful color in the world. [

flowers fall,

withered and withered life mottled,

Only the bright moon in the sky is like yesterday. "The village chief sang the little words slowly. After a long time, this little word became a nursery rhyme for babbling when he was young, and he could sing the most familiar tune casually.

"It's been sung for so long, haven't you guessed something?" Feng Qingyue recited the lyrics and asked.

"Although our Pan family loves the art of forging and thinks that others are heretics, you also know that this is related to the inheritance of our Pan family, so everyone is thinking hard.

Under the understanding of all members of our Pan family, where our Pan family is, not only is there no rose, but even any red, no, it should be said that it is where our Pan family is. No flowers are allowed. "The village head smiled wryly, because removing all the flowers with one sentence is really an extreme approach.

"It's such a simple understanding." Li Hanxing couldn't help complaining to the Pan people.

"Yes, besides, you have seen this dungeon too. Our dungeon should have day and night just like the ground, but since the expert read that poem, our dungeon only has night. There is no more daylight." The village chief pointed to the moon and stars in the sky, and there was some pity in his words, but he had never seen the dungeon in daylight, and it was a pity that the inheritance of forging the sun in the dungeon was broken.The dungeon of the Pan family may never have daylight.With a self-deprecating smile, maybe the Pan family will not be able to experience the past even this time, so they will be wiped out in the torrent of history, and a few words appear from some ancient books.

"This..." Li Hanxing was ashamed to complain, it was really amazing to be able to do this.

"Since then, our Pan family has lived a peaceful life for a long time, forging and producing all day long, and gradually forgot about the terrible prophecy, only thinking that it has been cracked. Although the small words have become I must know it from time to time, but it’s not so scary anymore, it’s just passed down as a habit. If I didn’t like to read books, I wouldn’t know the origin of the little words we are born to know, and it’s not A beautiful inheritance, it symbolizes destruction.” The village head’s expression was very lonely, just like the small words in his mouth described, “withered and withered life is mottled”, although he is alive, although he is only 30 years old, he has given People have a feeling of twilight, what withered not only his appearance, but also withered his once young and restless heart.

A few people were silent, just staring at the moon and the stars, but the village head was more open-minded, "What should come is coming, we remembered that little poem again. Only now did we understand that little poem." the true meaning of..."