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    In the field, Wuxie, Tmall Girl, and a group of Tmall clansmen were left.  Wuxie stood in the middle, being watched by everyone. He turned his head calmly and said to the tearful Tmall Girl, "Are you happy that you said it?" Tmall Girl shed tears and nodded vigorously:  "It's so happy." "Is it really so happy?" Tmall Girl looked at Wu Xie's calm and deep eyes, suddenly burst into tears and ran out of the crowd.  In the field, only Wuxie is left.  Wuxie raised his head and looked at the crowd in front of him. He saw the complexity in their eyes and the complicated thoughts in their hearts.  The adults of the Tmall clan, avoiding Wuxie's eyes, turned around and left with their children.  Wuxie looked around, the others lowered their heads and left in silence.  On the beach, he disappeared after a while.  With tears in her eyes, Mao Ling squatted beside the cloth and picked up the broken bowl piece by piece.  Wuxie knelt down and reached out to help her, but was grabbed by her hand.  Her hands were very cold, just like her mood, which was extremely cold.  She looked at Wuxie complicatedly, shook her head, and begged with sobs: "I need some time, I want to be alone and quiet." Wuxie nodded, stood up, and walked aside.  After clearing away the broken dishes, Mao Ling walked back to his tent and blew out the candles with a whoosh.  The Tmall tribe became quiet again, and the flickering flames disturbed the shadows beside them.  The cats fell beside the bonfire, listlessly watching the flames crackle and explode into sparks.  The fire in the tent was extinguished early, and the person lying on the bed was tossing and turning, frowning and closing his eyes, feeling the waves in his heart.  The rolling was more turbulent than the sea, and annoyance enveloped their minds. On some tents, the firelight reflected the slender figure, and the shadow could be seen covering his face and crying.  And on the beach, that lonely black figure.  It is still like an abyss, perfectly integrated with the darkness, and no matter how bright the afterglow falls, it cannot illuminate it.  That little crab looks arrogant, but is actually empty and empty. Still no cat wants to pay attention to it. It is distressed that it cannot find a playmate, and is anxiously thinking about whether to use pliers again.  It seems that everything is back to square one.  Back to the sad and silent world a while ago.  If a poet were here, he would definitely sigh to the starry sky: "It's another sleepless night."  Early the next morning, the sun rose, the sea surface was ablaze, and the whole land was covered in red light.  diffuse.  After a while, the sun rose into the sky, and the pale red clouds filled the sky.  The warm sunlight evaporates the moisture.  After dispersing the cold, I wonder if it can melt the ice in everyone's hearts?  Summer has passed.  The weather is slowly getting cooler, and the tops of the green mountains in the distance are already turning slightly yellow. Occasionally, a cool breeze blows by, sweeping down a few fallen leaves.  Wearing a long yellow dress, autumn has arrived.  Wuxie opened his eyes.  Clarity flashed in his eyes.  The quietness of the night can make people concentrate on thinking. Wuxie thought quietly all night and figured out many things.  The Tmall tribe also woke up as the sun rose. The tribesmen came out of the tents one after another, and the cats stretched themselves.  Their faces looked somewhat haggard.  After a sleepless night, all the tribesmen were in a bad state of mind. With their red eyes open, they didn't know where to focus.  But how could those tribesmen who had transformed into human form become so weak due to insomnia with their cultivation?  ¡°After all, I¡¯m still tired.  And the source is to avoid evil.  They are accustomed to looking towards the seaside as soon as they go out.  Usually at this time, the black figure would turn his back to them and stare at the sea.  The big golden sun was the direction he was facing. He stood there as if standing in the middle of the sun, his whole body wrapped in golden light.  At that moment, he was like a god, giving people a feeling of being unapproachable.  There is a majestic atmosphere emanating from the thin body, as if the outside is the thin body and the inside is the soul of the city wall.  No matter what kind of wind and rain wash away it, it can't let him loose even a little bit, making people feel a very strong sense of security.  At that moment, he could make all the clansmen trust him completely, just like relying on the clan leader, trusting him wholeheartedly.  But now, he is still him, he is still standing there, and he is still bathed in the sunshine.  It¡¯s just his backBut he looks so lonely. No one can stand by his side. Who should he rely on?  If he has no support, how can you rely on him?  Wuxie stood blankly for another hour, and finally turned around and looked at the Tmall tribe.  Silence is still the main theme here. Everyone is silent. The cat parents are not in the mood to help their children catch fish, the soldiers are not training, and the boy who wants to build a tent is not in the mood to build it.  Everything was eerily silent, and everyone was like a walking zombie, not knowing what to do.  It¡¯s just that in their low mood, there is no sadness, despair, and panic from the previous period.  They are just confused, very simply confused.  There are no lies in the tribe, and there have always been no lies. They will lie to outsiders, but they will never lie to their own tribe. This is the basis and principle of their trust.  But, even Wuxie, whom they trusted so much, lied to them, who else could they trust?  They can¡¯t see the way forward, so they stay at the crossroads and keep looking, hoping that someone can come out to guide them.  But I don¡¯t know who that person is.  The clan leader?  She didn't even know what to do.  Clan leader?  I'm afraid he is still immersed in the emotion of being disappointed with his clan leader, and is heartbroken.  The leader of the clan?  He was never a light in the dark.  Don¡¯t be evil?  Can theycan they trust him?  Who can stand up and tell them whether they should believe him or not.  This is their current problem, they are more confused than ever.  Wuxie walked to the middle of the tent. In the quiet tribe, every step he took made a dull sound, like a big stone pressing on everyone's hearts.  Everyone quietly focused their attention on him. Wherever he went, everyone would see him. Whoever his eyes fell on, everyone's eyes would fall on that person.  And the person Wu Xie saw quickly lowered his head, avoiding his gaze and avoiding this crazy choice.  In this world, I heard that there is a person who has the eyes of death since he was born. As long as he takes a look at it and remembers it in his heart, he will be plagued by bad luck and die soon.  Since there is a God of Death, there is also a God of Plague. At this time, Wuxie is like the God of Plague. Wherever his eyes fall, everyone will avoid them, fearing that once they meet, they will lose their good luck.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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