Master of the Stars

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Maybe, really can draw a picture.

Reminded by the explosion, Ronan thought of his psychic identity. Although up to now, he still understands the truth, but it turns out that he really has talent in this regard.

What is particularly critical is that Ronan now has inspiration.

This inspiration has existed since the sacrifice began.

The treacherous altar, the burning sea of ​​clouds, the splendid stars, the tempered edges, and of course, the final empty and silent realm of death.

Lines, composition, light and dark ... All the elements are in his heart, and he has been wondering for a long time.

Luo Nan believes that even if this incident does not happen, when he returns home, he will surely record this scene and observe it from time to time.

At this moment, the impulse to draw becomes extremely intense when one thought is born.

However, from the experience of drawing psychic diagrams several times, before writing the pen, there must be a source and a tendency to add to the existing composition.

But Luo Nan knows too little about Ruiwen's previous things ... Well, it's easy to handle!

Suddenly, Luo Nan's psychopathic energy was released with all his strength. The head of the head in the fighting field was stunned by the evacuation. The gangsters who were whispering while maintaining order, no matter where they were, what they were doing, It's all the same chill.

Also at this time, the ink in the low-rise area of ​​the building, which had always been with the rock burst, fluttered its wings, ignoring the call of the rock burst, and flew back towards the fighting field.

Mr. Ma was lying on the stretcher in a daze, pressing his hand on his chest. Even if the medicine had been taken, he got on the ventilator. The palpitations and suffocation of a few minutes ago were still in the shadows and could not be entangled.

What happened?

He is a director of a large biopharmaceutical company in Xiacheng. With a net worth of hundreds of millions, people respect him as Mr. Ma, wealth and women, which are just embellishments for him.

In the sixty or seventy years of his future, what he needs is more vivid fun, stronger stimulation, and a higher sense of accomplishment.

What could be more interesting, exciting and successful than dominating the lives of others?

Therefore, Mr. Ma fell in love with the fighting field, fell in love with the **** atmosphere here, he bought shares here, just to change the pattern to make the fighting more energetic and more exciting.

Today, the fighting field borrowed from him the top-of-the-line collectible, the aberrant long-mouthed lizard, and he agreed without hesitation. In fact, he bought this aberrant species in order to fill the fighting field with a new pattern at some point in the future.

His wish came true in advance.

But just a few minutes ago, his most proud collection, the tens of millions of long-mouthed monster lizard, fell to the ground, collapsed, and rotted in front of him.

The destruction of collectibles is not the end of the world. But that kind of form, the will to die in the moment, far exceeded the terrible power of his control limit, when the chest gave him a heavy blow.

Who caused all this?

Ruiwen, Ruiwen!

The girl struggling in the cage he made.

I remember when she first arrived in the fighting field three years ago, she was as thin as six or seven years old. It was only under the stimulation of drugs that she grew to her present size.

It was a genius martial artist. After just a few years of training, she became the king of the fighting field that hit Yum!

But no matter what kind of genius, he was always clasped in his palm. Every time he saw Rui Wen's pretentious calm, but he was always desperate, Mr. Ma felt a sense of satisfaction.

Her fists are hard and fast, but no matter how fast or hard they can't break the transparent protective wall around.

This is the master, this is the pleasure!

But why is it completely different today?

From beginning to end, he didn't hurt his hair. But there was an invisible cold hand that choked his throat and pressed him against the ugly corpse of the lizard, letting him enjoy the taste of fear and death.

Ruiwen, that predator, ominous crow ...

"It's the exit ahead."

The sound of relief from the surrounding medical staff sounded: "The ambulance has been parked in the parking lot, Mr. Ma is the first, and then ..."

Park Leng Leng's wings fluttered, almost flying over his head and face, and the medical staff exclaimed:

"This crow is so big!"

Mr. Ma's eyes opened sharply, just at this time the stretcher stretched out the corridor. In the changing light, Wu Yangyang's black outline flipped over people's heads, reflecting a strange light and shadow outline.

The medical staff waved instinctively and drove away, only a dark feather fell in exchange.

It was like a magic eye of silence, cast a glance.

"Ruiwen!"

Mr. Ma sat up violently, spurred the blood and blood, and the burst of his heart turned into a death knell and rang loudly.

He widened his eyes and fell backwards, but the last cry of horror was passed back, repeatedly refracting in the arc-shaped tunnel:

Ruiwen, Ruiwen, Ruiwen ...

The huge crow flapped its wings and passed by. In a very short period of time, there was no one making a sound and no one moving in the whole passage. Fear choked their throats, and they were like a cold tide. Swallow one by one.

Ruiwen, Ruiwen!

The name seems to turn into a devil's spell, from the outside to the inside, from him to me, breeding and spreading in the bottom of my heart.

Marauder, raven, witch with flat chest ...

The fragments in the memory kept turning, and they were intertwined with emotions, just like the crow wings passing by before the eyes, painting a deep ominous and fearful.

The crow flew across the corridor and crashed into the empty fighting field, circling and flying.

In Ronan's eyes, the crow is walking through a cloud of negative emotions.

In the surging clouds, there is the outline of the altar intertwined with lines, and hundreds of blurred figures are running inside the call sign. Compared to the previous stupidity, they seem to have a clearer definition of their position.

From the **** of illusion, it has become the pig and sheep of facts.

Countless memory scenes belonging to Ruiwen are presented and blended in the altar. Most of them are fragmented and distorted, forming a vague image of Ruiwen. Numerous side-by-side stitching is still too biased.

Luo Nan pondered.

The Ruiwen he saw was different from these people.

Of course, Ruiwen, who contends with the human face spider and wins, and Ruiwen, who killed the long-mouthed monster lizard, is impressive.

The first impression that Ke Ruiwen gave him was still the young child in the restroom, covered with a towel on his head, using childish words to communicate with "Mr. Crow".

She is deeply trapped in the circle of self-logic. Perhaps self-identity is more towards "crows" than people.

But no matter what, on the altar of Ronan, she is the one who sacrifices everything, gains everything, and is unique.

As the carrier of the altar frame, Luo Nan has an obligation to bless the winner.

The ink made an unpleasant squeak, but the hoarse tail, but it was stirred with the spiritual call, hurled into the night sky of Xiacheng:

"The only winner: Ruiwen!"

The dark clouds surged, a bright star lifted into the sky, and the sharp light swept the clouds.

The structural outline of the altar has become unprecedentedly clear, just like the shape of Ronan Gestalt.

The bright star sometimes resides in the tower, sometimes swims outside the tower, has her unique trajectory, and has a wonderful and clear connection with the Gestalt Tower.

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