She is so stubborn, or has an unyielding fighting spirit, "I will not leave."
Without hesitation, he drew an arrow from behind, nocked his bow, and shot an arrow at her.
The arrow slipped past the junction of her neck and shoulder - his archery skills were already so superb, but this arrow that drove her away broke her heart.
"Kalki, you are too rude!" Xuanji felt that her hands were shaking, and she had to control herself——
Just as quickly, she drew arrows from the quiver hanging on her horse and aimed her bow at him. She also had a bow and arrows that could kill anyone.
Kalki was stunned. She was a female knight from Plato. He knew that he was often controlled by a kind of passion and impulse. The passion for fighting filled the blood of his body and often turned into a rough and blind injury. p>
Xuanji just casually fired an arrow at him, and he heard the sound of the arrow flying past her, like the sound of her heart breaking. She just turned the horse's head silently and left him.
The Kalki she loves is a man with short blond hair, modest and warm, just like an older brother.
Once free, his blond hair grows longer and longer, and he transforms back into Plato's White Tiger Knight - aloof and indifferent to life in the world.
The candlelight in the Sutra Pavilion flickers.
Kalki threw out a beautifully decorated Bayeux Sutra in his hand, and the harsh sound broke the dull atmosphere.
"It's all bullshit!" he cursed in Platonic language.
After receiving a coat, he went out to ride a horse, regardless of the fact that it was getting late.
"It's cold outside." Ajia tried to dissuade him, but he didn't listen at all.
Ajia casually took a Pupou Wei Tibetan robe and handed it to him, but he threw it back.
"Wool is used on this, I can't use it!" Kalki raised his neck arrogantly.
As extreme environmentalists, the Platons refuse to use any animal or leather products. Naturally, knights’ belts and the like are imitation leather products.
"Then the Lord will freeze to death." Aga spoke Plato very fluently, and his deep voice carried a profound meaning.
In this way, he reluctantly put it on his shoulders.
Xuanji lived in the house opposite him. She threw herself on the bed and heard a sound outside the door, like a "bang" of the door being closed forcefully.
"Go and persuade her." Mira said to her softly.
"What does it matter to me!" She also had a bad temper, "If he dies outside, it has nothing to do with me!"
Mira almost laughed out loud, feeling as if the young couple were quarreling.
In the dim light, he galloped on a desert-like plateau, with the snow-capped Gangdise Mountains behind him.
This is a very different feeling from flying on the back of Garuda. The feeling of lightness and happiness can never be found again. The mind is so heavy. Is this a human body? It is more uncomfortable and uncomfortable than living in space. He was like Icarus, approaching the light from high in the sky in the happiness of flying, and then plummeting heavily to the ground.
Even a space knight would feel tired on the top of this mountain. In the darkness, he led his horse and slowly walked towards Mount Kailash. He would rather walk than injure Thor's legs.<
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The black mountain peaks were hidden in the dark sky, and only the extremely cold wind blew towards him.
Is this the natural climate? He has never experienced it on Plato.
Oh! Plato... He sighed deeply. Now it has become a large breeding farm in his heart - he has lived in a residence with constant temperature and humidity to control the oxygen content since he was a child, eating the most exquisite vegetarian dishes, and plenty of food.
Physical training, everything is to give him a perfect body, and then continue to fight and witness the death of many companions - for more than four hundred years, every generation of White Tiger Knights has spent their lives like this, just like a god.
The perfect body gives Ci Shi a physical body. This is the presupposition of "Logos".
His ancestors were always losers in battles. This was just a bet on the roulette wheel, but it brought such pain to the depths of his soul. The emotions were conveyed through the blood connection, which made it difficult for him to recover for a long time.<
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What a cruel, heartless game, mercy...compassion...Where can there be any mercy in this world?
Kalki led the horse to the height closest to Mount Kailash, where he could view the mountain of gods from the best position. The gods live here, so where is the glorious Cishi?
"It's too cold!" he muttered. The peak was hidden in the darkness, and there seemed to be an abyss beneath his feet.
He seemed to have arrived at the end of the world. Except for the sound of the wind, everything was as quiet as the beginning of the universe.
On the deserted plateau, he was the only one standing here, the world was so long, so lonely.
The dark clouds slowly dispersed, and the glazed blue sky was clear, with a crescent moon high in the sky.
Unconsciously, he realized that he was crying. Kalki touched his face. It was unbelievable. He thought that he would only cry for the death of his friends when he was young. It turned out that he would cry for other things too. This is how a person feels.
, he has never experienced it - loneliness, weakness, living meaninglessly, like grains of sand between heaven and earth - the same is true for the 5 million Gaians he killed -
He is like a manipulated doll, is he a tool for salvation or revenge?
He looked up at the sky, and the wind around him was blowing his golden silky hair.
He once traveled across the vast starry sky, and countless light years passed by in an instant, as powerful as a god. However, the puny mortals on the earth could only stand on this solid rock, look at the stars in the sky, and let the biting cold wind blow through them.
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Kalki spent the whole night looking at Mount Kailash in the dark, with only his white horse sole gently comforting him.
The first ray of sunshine at dawn comes from the east. The colors are so gorgeous and pure, as if heaven has opened its door and all the brilliance is pouring out. The black pyramid-shaped Mount Kailash is shrouded in golden light, and a piece of golden-red sunshine is reflected in the white snow.
Moving slowly on the covered rock wall, it is majestic and majestic beyond words.
His face was pale, and he stared blankly at the red morning glow with his light blue eyes in the morning light. This night was so long and yet so short.
Every moment in Tubo was so fantasy, and every moment after being captured seemed unreal.
If he returned to Plato immediately at this time, he would not be able to change back to the Grand Commander of Chalki before the expedition that day. At that time, he lived in a perfect world, as simple and ignorant as a teenager - unlike now, he
I am already feeling confused and have a splitting headache.
Kalki reluctantly got on his horse. Although the temperature was slowly rising, he was trembling with cold.
This kind of reaction from his body was completely unfamiliar to him. He was only familiar with the pain of being injured in battle, but he didn't understand the feeling of being sick at all. Fortunately, Sol knew the way back and took him down the mountain very smoothly, but he was already dizzy and couldn't find it difficult.
I was almost unable to support myself on horseback.
Thor slowly and cautiously moved forward in the high-cold mountainous area where there were piles of sand and gravel. Kalki felt an extremely cold feeling emanating from every cell in his body, causing his whole body to tremble uncontrollably. His eyes were shaking and blurred.
I can’t even hear the sound of horse hooves clearly.
Ajia, wearing thick local clothes, walked slowly from a distance.
"Kalki! Lord...!" He shouted, and his voice echoed in the empty space.
Why did he happen to meet Aga in such a deserted place? Maybe the Guangming Cult has special tracking equipment... He couldn't think about it anymore. He felt that his head was so painful that it would explode and he was about to faint. He could only lie low on the saddle.
,Hold on without falling off the horse.
"What's wrong with you? Are you sick after spending the night in the wild?" Ajia looked at Kalki. The leader's face was blue and very ugly.
"Did you spend the night in the mountains alone without any outdoor equipment? This is simply seeking death..."
He was too weak to reply to Ajia's complaints.
"Hold on, I'll be there soon."
Kalki was curled up on the horse, his whole body shaking like a sieve, looking very pitiful. His proud and strong body felt the pain of illness for the first time.
Xuanji stood on one side of the wooden corridor, looking into the distance with an anxious expression.
If they didn't have a dispute, she would definitely go to him with Aga. Why did Kalki seem to be a different person after reading Plato's past? What exactly is "Logos"? What it said
What does it mean? Who is Cishi?
She was still confused. After reading the Earth Archives, more questions came to her mind.
"They are back." Mira's words interrupted her thoughts.
Xuanji, who was wearing Plato's robe and could move easily, immediately ran away.
"We're here." Aga said.
"Help me dismount..." Kalki said weakly, almost in a whisper, but before Aga could dismount to help him, he was exhausted from holding on for six or seven hours and slowly slipped from the saddle.
, lie down directly on the ground.
"Kalki!"
Xuanji, who was running over, couldn't believe her eyes. He actually slipped off the saddle.
Kalki, who was lying on the ground, looked at the many figures swaying in front of him with blank eyes, as if he saw Xuanji, she looked so concerned——
Sorry, he doesn't know how to get along with women. He has been with soldiers all his life and can only give rough orders and drive them away.
In a daze, Xuanji seemed to be mixed with a familiar figure. He had seen this girl somewhere before and couldn't remember for a while.
Teus, how would you love someone in this cruel dream?
That dream under the Udumbara tree...
After spending a whole night under the cold and windy Mount Kailash, Kalki developed a high fever.
This is the first time he has been sick in his life. He has never been sick before on Plato. He has never experienced even minor illnesses such as colds, colds and coughs. Now he is lying in bed with a high fever and is unconscious.
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"He had laser gunshot wounds."
The Bon monk Xia Zha who treated him also looked at the injury on his right shoulder. The perforation on the porcelain white skin was like a purple-black ulcer, with black blood flowing out of it.
"The injury has worsened. We don't have the equipment in the Interstellar Force that specializes in treating laser gunshot wounds."
Everyone was shocked, and Xuanji burst into tears.
She had even forgotten that he was shot through his right shoulder when he rushed into the Great Hall of the People, because he always looked indifferent to injuries. When they shot down the drone with him, she never thought that he was fighting with injuries.
Perfect as a shooting machine.
Kalki was almost unconscious now. He kept talking gibberish. His whole body was covered in sweat and as hot as if he was being burned by the fire of hell. She touched his sweaty forehead.
"Is there a thermometer here?" she asked, "I think his temperature has exceeded 42 degrees Celsius."
There was silence for a while, and then Xia Zha said to her, "We are here at Longta Temple to experience penance. In principle, we will not receive any outsiders."
The meaning is very clear, there is nothing here.
"Kalki! Kalki!" No matter how she called him, he could no longer respond.
She asked herself with palpitations, will Kalki die of illness?
"Everyone, go and have a rest. He must wake up on his own. If he is a destined person, he will not die randomly."
His Holiness Tashi Gyaltsen left very openly, showing his true "Buddhist" style in front of Xuanji.
"No! I won't leave!" She insisted on staying with Shaza, a doctor, to take care of the unconscious Kalki.
After suffering like this for several hours, he was extremely strong and survived the peak of the attack, and his moans and convulsions became calmer.
"Xuanji..." His consciousness became clear again, but he spoke very softly. It was only when she leaned close to his mouth that she could clearly hear what he was saying.
"I need to confess while I can still speak..."
"Ah! Confession?" She raised her head in surprise and couldn't believe her ears.
She, an ungrateful pseudo-believer, finally understood how pious Kalki was. The first thing he did when he woke up was that he was afraid that he would lose consciousness again and be unable to make his deathbed confession.
"Can Master Jiaxing do it?" she asked quickly.
"Shan..." His lips were chapped.
Yuanjiao is really a strange religion, like a mixture of many religions, but it is very relaxed. For example, for confession, you can find any clergy from any religion, or even family and friends in an emergency. If you really can’t confess,
That's no problem...it made her so relaxed that she forgot about everything.
Only a devout believer like Kalki who grew up in "Bukhara" would respect religious rituals in this way.
The honest Master Jiaxing came after hearing the news. She quickly left the room and went to find the two believers of the Guangming Cult.
"Have you brought any medicine? Now is the time when you need it."
Ajia and Mira looked at each other.
"We can't help in this matter. To put it bluntly, our plan was to help you spend time together as close companions. We didn't expect that he would become so ill." Mira maintained her mysterious and arrogant aura. "Ah! It's so funny! You brought so many beautiful clothes and even horses for us, but you didn't bring delicious food, let alone life-saving emergency medicine." Xuanji shouted.
"Our heroine," Mira's black eyes flickered, as if she was hiding something, "You are born into a noble family, but this does not mean that you must live a comfortable life in this world. We took you from Manxing City
The purpose of withdrawing from the colorful world is to train your nature of enduring pain. The Lord also treats everyone equally, he can only get through it by himself."
"Ah! This is too torturous!" she cried in protest. No matter how noble or not, it is all empty dignity, and it is actually torturing people pointlessly.
Xuanji, wearing a knight's robe, left quickly. She was always as decisive as a little boy.