Chapter 1546: He became stronger and bald.
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"Little Connie, you must go to the outside world to see the people outside."
"why?"
"Because the outside world is far more interesting than the tribe, the outside people... are also more interesting."
"But... I am afraid I will get lost."
"Don't be afraid, one day, you will meet someone who can always help you find a way. At that time, you must hold him tight."
"Why? Is he a thief?"
"Oh... yeah, it’s a thief, a stealing thief."
......
The cold moonlight was divided by windows into gentle, shredded lines that landed on the ground covered with broken tiles.
Connie seemed to see the grandmother holding her sitting by the window, talking to her outside world, counting the stars.
She hasn't found someone who can always help her find her way, but her grandmother is gone.
The broken pieces of the earth were so sharp, and the room was not seen with the warm and elegant appearance of the room. The bandits washed everything that could be taken away.
Connie walked over to the broken closet and bent down to try to pick up a slightly more complete piece of porcelain, but her eyes fell on a piece of cloth that protruded from the bottom of the closet.
"Is this?" Connie reached out with a puzzled hand and took the gray piece of cloth at the corner. She lifted the closet and pulled the cloth out.
The dust was raised, and on an irregular strip of cloth, two lines of sedge were written with dark red blood, and the faint **** smell was not completely dissipated.
But at this time Connie had completely ignored these, staring at the words written on the cloth, the eyes were full of shock and incredible.
"Connie, stay away from Judyan, stay away from him! Let's go, let's go far, don't go back to this place!"
Although the words are scribbled, Connie can still confirm that this is her grandmother's handwriting.
Blood soaked in the cloth, what made the calm grandmother in the week so horrified to leave such a line on the cloth as a last word.
Connie looked at the line and suddenly fell into a huge fear.
Judyan... her brother, her closest brother in the world.
But now the grandmother wants to keep her away from him, far away from the Fakk tribe. Why is this?
What is the deep meaning hidden in this sentence?
Why should grandmother keep her away from her brother?
Connie didn't know the answer, looking at the dark red handwriting, the body became colder.
She tried to run out of the Twilight Forest and ran to the city of chaos with a breath. She fell for countless times and wanted to sleep forever. The only conviction was to live and become strong and come back to save her brother.
Now that she has become stronger, and with the help of her friends, she returned to the tribe and returned to the palace.
She was rescued from her brother, perhaps only one step away.
But she found the last words her grandmother left for her.
There is no better person in the world than his grandmother, even his father and mother, who still have no grandmother to treat her.
So she has no way to ignore this suicide note, this suicide note written specifically for her.
"Right, diary! Grandmother's diary!!!" Connie suddenly remembered an important clue. Grandmother had the habit of keeping a diary. From the beginning of her note, she noticed that her grandmother would remember the diary, maybe she could Find relevant information.
"Her diary..." Connie looked around the room and walked quickly to the position where the wooden bed was placed. She swept away the broken pieces on the ground, reached out and knocked on the floor, and heard a piece of wood. There were some different sounds, and the sharp nails extended halfway and hooked the plank directly.
Underneath the wooden board is a small dark compartment with three thick dark yellow parchment books inside, wrapped in fine satin.
"Not found!" Connie looked happy, carefully taking out three thick diaries from the secret. When she was a child, she saw her grandmother picking up these diaries, but she never let her see it. what.
The blood book left by her grandmother made her lose her ability to think for a while. She didn't know what to do.
If she sits idly by, her brother may be executed tomorrow.
But she believes that her grandmother will never harm her. When the riots happen, she still has to leave her a blood book. It must have her purpose, or what she sees and knows, and wants to let her avoid it. .
She must find the answer, otherwise she can't convince herself to leave, watching her brother be executed.
The three parchment diaries are very heavy, and the serial numbers are repeated in chronological order.
Connie picked up the diary with the serial number 1. She sat down at the window and opened the first page.
On the title page, I wrote a line with a tender handwriting: "The father said: the memory will fade, but the text can be retained for a long time."
Connie remembered that her grandmother had said the same thing to her. She insisted on writing a three-day diary and ended up lazy.
Grandma’s habit of writing a diary is longer than Connie’s thought, starting at the age of six.
The original diary was written by her in the tribe. As a great lady of the big clan family in the Fak tribe, she lived a life of carefree life.
However, the repeated rhythm of life, the unchanging tribes, and the grand ceremonies, after repeated appearances in the diary many times, began to become boring.
And all this, when she was thirteen, there was a change.
That year, the grandmother who was tired in the tribe chose to run away from home one night and leave the tribe.
The vast expanse of the forest, the air seems to be sweeter than the canyon.
then……
She is lost.
She has never left the tribe and lost her way in the Twilight Forest.
Young and pretty little girl, unarmed, in the chaotic era, wherever the most attractive food.
When he was desperate, he came.
It was the first time she saw him, the simple and neat shot, but easily solved the terrible guys around her.
But she had not had time to thank him, he had already left.
That year his hair was still long, the thin figure, the long brown hair, the melancholy eyes make people feel distressed, but they are as deep and charming as the stars.
Since then, it has been followed for many years.
She embarked on a journey to find him, but she was clearly nearby, but she was always difficult to see him.
But every time he was in a hurry to cry, he always appeared inadvertently, then took her out of the face and sent it to someone's place, and then disappeared again.
From what kind of playful and cheerful words, Connie seems to be able to see the girl who is delighted by the encounter again, seeing the girl who is depressed because she is again separated.
Later, he became increasingly powerful, and his hair gradually became rare.
He has a nickname: "No issuer."
"Master!"
Connie was almost scared to throw out the diary in her hand!
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"Little Connie, you must go to the outside world to see the people outside."
"why?"
"Because the outside world is far more interesting than the tribe, the outside people... are also more interesting."
"But... I am afraid I will get lost."
"Don't be afraid, one day, you will meet someone who can always help you find a way. At that time, you must hold him tight."
"Why? Is he a thief?"
"Oh... yeah, it’s a thief, a stealing thief."
......
The cold moonlight was divided by windows into gentle, shredded lines that landed on the ground covered with broken tiles.
Connie seemed to see the grandmother holding her sitting by the window, talking to her outside world, counting the stars.
She hasn't found someone who can always help her find her way, but her grandmother is gone.
The broken pieces of the earth were so sharp, and the room was not seen with the warm and elegant appearance of the room. The bandits washed everything that could be taken away.
Connie walked over to the broken closet and bent down to try to pick up a slightly more complete piece of porcelain, but her eyes fell on a piece of cloth that protruded from the bottom of the closet.
"Is this?" Connie reached out with a puzzled hand and took the gray piece of cloth at the corner. She lifted the closet and pulled the cloth out.
The dust was raised, and on an irregular strip of cloth, two lines of sedge were written with dark red blood, and the faint **** smell was not completely dissipated.
But at this time Connie had completely ignored these, staring at the words written on the cloth, the eyes were full of shock and incredible.
"Connie, stay away from Judyan, stay away from him! Let's go, let's go far, don't go back to this place!"
Although the words are scribbled, Connie can still confirm that this is her grandmother's handwriting.
Blood soaked in the cloth, what made the calm grandmother in the week so horrified to leave such a line on the cloth as a last word.
Connie looked at the line and suddenly fell into a huge fear.
Judyan... her brother, her closest brother in the world.
But now the grandmother wants to keep her away from him, far away from the Fakk tribe. Why is this?
What is the deep meaning hidden in this sentence?
Why should grandmother keep her away from her brother?
Connie didn't know the answer, looking at the dark red handwriting, the body became colder.
She tried to run out of the Twilight Forest and ran to the city of chaos with a breath. She fell for countless times and wanted to sleep forever. The only conviction was to live and become strong and come back to save her brother.
Now that she has become stronger, and with the help of her friends, she returned to the tribe and returned to the palace.
She was rescued from her brother, perhaps only one step away.
But she found the last words her grandmother left for her.
There is no better person in the world than his grandmother, even his father and mother, who still have no grandmother to treat her.
So she has no way to ignore this suicide note, this suicide note written specifically for her.
"Right, diary! Grandmother's diary!!!" Connie suddenly remembered an important clue. Grandmother had the habit of keeping a diary. From the beginning of her note, she noticed that her grandmother would remember the diary, maybe she could Find relevant information.
"Her diary..." Connie looked around the room and walked quickly to the position where the wooden bed was placed. She swept away the broken pieces on the ground, reached out and knocked on the floor, and heard a piece of wood. There were some different sounds, and the sharp nails extended halfway and hooked the plank directly.
Underneath the wooden board is a small dark compartment with three thick dark yellow parchment books inside, wrapped in fine satin.
"Not found!" Connie looked happy, carefully taking out three thick diaries from the secret. When she was a child, she saw her grandmother picking up these diaries, but she never let her see it. what.
The blood book left by her grandmother made her lose her ability to think for a while. She didn't know what to do.
If she sits idly by, her brother may be executed tomorrow.
But she believes that her grandmother will never harm her. When the riots happen, she still has to leave her a blood book. It must have her purpose, or what she sees and knows, and wants to let her avoid it. .
She must find the answer, otherwise she can't convince herself to leave, watching her brother be executed.
The three parchment diaries are very heavy, and the serial numbers are repeated in chronological order.
Connie picked up the diary with the serial number 1. She sat down at the window and opened the first page.
On the title page, I wrote a line with a tender handwriting: "The father said: the memory will fade, but the text can be retained for a long time."
Connie remembered that her grandmother had said the same thing to her. She insisted on writing a three-day diary and ended up lazy.
Grandma’s habit of writing a diary is longer than Connie’s thought, starting at the age of six.
The original diary was written by her in the tribe. As a great lady of the big clan family in the Fak tribe, she lived a life of carefree life.
However, the repeated rhythm of life, the unchanging tribes, and the grand ceremonies, after repeated appearances in the diary many times, began to become boring.
And all this, when she was thirteen, there was a change.
That year, the grandmother who was tired in the tribe chose to run away from home one night and leave the tribe.
The vast expanse of the forest, the air seems to be sweeter than the canyon.
then……
She is lost.
She has never left the tribe and lost her way in the Twilight Forest.
Young and pretty little girl, unarmed, in the chaotic era, wherever the most attractive food.
When he was desperate, he came.
It was the first time she saw him, the simple and neat shot, but easily solved the terrible guys around her.
But she had not had time to thank him, he had already left.
That year his hair was still long, the thin figure, the long brown hair, the melancholy eyes make people feel distressed, but they are as deep and charming as the stars.
Since then, it has been followed for many years.
She embarked on a journey to find him, but she was clearly nearby, but she was always difficult to see him.
But every time he was in a hurry to cry, he always appeared inadvertently, then took her out of the face and sent it to someone's place, and then disappeared again.
From what kind of playful and cheerful words, Connie seems to be able to see the girl who is delighted by the encounter again, seeing the girl who is depressed because she is again separated.
Later, he became increasingly powerful, and his hair gradually became rare.
He has a nickname: "No issuer."
"Master!"
Connie was almost scared to throw out the diary in her hand!
"Little Connie, you must go to the outside world to see the people outside.""why?""Because the outside world is far more interesting than the tribe, the outside people... are also more interesting.""But... I am afraid I will get lost.""Don't be afraid, one day, you will meet someone who can always help you find a way. At that time, you must hold him tight.""Why? Is he a thief?""Oh... yeah, it's a thief, a stealing thief."......The cold moonlight was divided by windows into gentle, shredded lines that landed on the ground covered with broken tiles.Connie seemed to see the grandmother holding her sitting by the window, talking to her outside world, counting the stars.She hasn't found someone who can always help her find her way, but her grandmother is gone.The broken pieces of the earth were so sharp, and the room was not seen with the warm and elegant appearance of the room. The bandits washed everything that could be taken away.Connie walked over to the broken closet and bent down to try to pick up a slightly more complete piece of porcelain, but her eyes fell on a piece of cloth that protruded from the bottom of the closet."Is this?" Connie reached out with a puzzled hand and took the gray piece of cloth at the corner. She lifted the closet and pulled the cloth out.The dust was raised, and on an irregular strip of cloth, two lines of sedge were written with dark red blood, and the faint **** smell was not completely dissipated.But at this time Connie had completely ignored these, staring at the words written on the cloth, the eyes were full of shock and incredible."Connie, stay away from Judyan, stay away from him! Let's go, let's go far, don't go back to this place!"Although the words are scribbled, Connie can still confirm that this is her grandmother's handwriting.Blood soaked in the cloth, what made the calm grandmother in the week so horrified to leave such a line on the cloth as a last word.Connie looked at the line and suddenly fell into a huge fear.Judyan... her brother, her closest brother in the world.But now the grandmother wants to keep her away from him, far away from the Fakk tribe. Why is this?What is the deep meaning hidden in this sentence?Why should grandmother keep her away from her brother?Connie didn't know the answer, looking at the dark red handwriting, the body became colder.She tried to run out of the Twilight Forest and ran to the city of chaos with a breath. She fell for countless times and wanted to sleep forever. The only conviction was to live and become strong and come back to save her brother.Now that she has become stronger, and with the help of her friends, she returned to the tribe and returned to the palace.She was rescued from her brother, perhaps only one step away.But she found the last words her grandmother left for her.There is no better person in the world than his grandmother, even his father and mother, who still have no grandmother to treat her.So she has no way to ignore this suicide note, this suicide note written specifically for her."Right, diary! Grandmother's diary!!!" Connie suddenly remembered an important clue. Grandmother had the habit of keeping a diary. From the beginning of her note, she noticed that her grandmother would remember the diary, maybe she could Find relevant information."Her diary..." Connie looked around the room and walked quickly to the position where the wooden bed was placed. She swept away the broken pieces on the ground, reached out and knocked on the floor, and heard a piece of wood. There were some different sounds, and the sharp nails extended halfway and hooked the plank directly.Underneath the wooden board is a small dark compartment with three thick dark yellow parchment books inside, wrapped in fine satin."Not found!" Connie looked happy, carefully taking out three thick diaries from the secret. When she was a child, she saw her grandmother picking up these diaries, but she never let her see it. what.The blood book left by her grandmother made her lose her ability to think for a while. She didn't know what to do.If she sits idly by, her brother may be executed tomorrow.But she believes that her grandmother will never harm her. When the riots happen, she still has to leave her a blood book. It must have her purpose, or what she sees and knows, and wants to let her avoid it. .She must find the answer, otherwise she can't convince herself to leave, watching her brother be executed.The three parchment diaries are very heavy, and the serial numbers are repeated in chronological order.Connie picked up the diary with the serial number 1. She sat down at the window and opened the first page.On the title page, I wrote a line with a tender handwriting: "The father said: the memory will fade, but the text can be retained for a long time."Connie remembered that her grandmother had said the same thing to her. She insisted on writing a three-day diary and ended up lazy.Grandma's habit of writing a diary is longer than Connie's thought, starting at the age of six.The original diary was written by her in the tribe. As a great lady of the big clan family in the Fak tribe, she lived a life of carefree life.However, the repeated rhythm of life, the unchanging tribes, and the grand ceremonies, after repeated appearances in the diary many times, began to become boring.And all this, when she was thirteen, there was a change.That year, the grandmother who was tired in the tribe chose to run away from home one night and leave the tribe.The vast expanse of the forest, the air seems to be sweeter than the canyon.thenShe is lost.She has never left the tribe and lost her way in the Twilight Forest.Young and pretty little girl, unarmed, in the chaotic era, wherever the most attractive food.When he was desperate, he came.It was the first time she saw him, the simple and neat shot, but easily solved the terrible guys around her.But she had not had time to thank him, he had already left.That year his hair was still long, the thin figure, the long brown hair, the melancholy eyes make people feel distressed, but they are as deep and charming as the stars.Since then, it has been followed for many years.She embarked on a journey to find him, but she was clearly nearby, but she was always difficult to see him.But every time he was in a hurry to cry, he always appeared inadvertently, then took her out of the face and sent it to someone's place, and then disappeared again.From what kind of playful and cheerful words, Connie seems to be able to see the girl who is delighted by the encounter again, seeing the girl who is depressed because she is again separated.Later, he became increasingly powerful, and his hair gradually became rare.He has a nickname: "No issuer.""Master!"Connie was almost scared to throw out the diary in her hand!
