Break Through the Steam Game Library

The little Knight walks into zemore's house and wakes him up with the sound of his feet.

She was stunned for a while. Slowly, little by little, she let out a howl of pain, as if the painful memories in her heart beat her down like a raging tide.

"Ah This world, this cruel and evil world. Why do I wake up, why do I insist? "

Zemore looked down at the little knight, his cold eyes as if through a mask, mixed with sad frost.

"Little fellow, you must know more tragedies than I do. True love is separated by Yin and Yang, and there is no day to see you again. My love has been dead for a long time, lying far away and buried. Buried among the people she hated, they didn't recognize our union and refused me The outsider. "

The little Knight looked up and listened.

There seemed to be an implicit encouragement in his silence. The gray mourner felt a look of pity. This kind of pure kindness to the desperate people was like the warm sun melting snow in winter. Her heart was both excited and sad.

"Is that ok?" Oops, oops. Can I make a request? May I trouble you? "

The little Knight nodded slightly.

"Stranger, can you offer me a present at her grave? The gift is small, but the journey is long. She rested among her kindred, near the Queen's green garden. Can you do it? Maybe it's an impossible task? "

She muttered to herself, "am I crazy? A stranger who is willing to accept such a request must have a kindness that is almost forgotten. "

The gray mourner took out a small flower from under his robe. It was cherished and pathetic. The flower fluttered slightly, fresh and soft, unbearable in the wind, bright but not beautiful.

It's like a bell under the eaves of an ancient temple.

The little knight took the flower, he felt the hidden strong power, with the most delicate things to carry the heaviest emotion, this is love.

"Stranger, you have promised me favors that you can meet but not ask for. This is my last request. I won't ask for more. You must present the flowers of the gods. The flower is rare, delicate and unique. You must cherish it and treat it as your heart. If you are injured while carrying the sacred flower, or want to rely on the transporter for a bumpy journey, it will be destroyed. Her grave was in the middle of the Queen's vegetated house. Surrounded by her people, they will be hostile to your intrusion. Be more careful. My hope and ardent expectation are pinned on you. I hope it can give me a little comfort. "

The little Knight set out.

Walking through most of the holy nest.

A place of rest.

Blue lake.

Cross roads of infection.

Fog canyon.

Queen's garden.

Kill a strong enemy who has lost his mind.

Avoid traps.

His steps are swift and steady, holding flowers in one hand and sword in the other. No one can defeat him or stop him.

In a narrow cave in the Queen's garden, there is a place like a small peach garden.

The light on the top of the cave is pouring. Among the thorns everywhere, there is a tombstone wrapped by vines.

There are inscriptions on it.

"Here lies the traitor's child."

The little Knight gently put the flower in front of the tombstone, and the sacred flower penetrated into the earth.

The vines around the tombstone grow out of heavy flowers and stand up in the wind.

A thin figure appeared on the tombstone. It was a mantis clan. She bowed her head to the little knight and then dissipated in the vast sky.

The Knights return to the house of the grey mourner.

As soon as she saw the little knight, she was surprised and said, "stranger, did you do it? Really? I think the cruelty of this world is irresistible. But stranger, you have such a heart of compassion. My love can feel my heart even in death

Zemore leaned back contentedly, in a tone of relief and free and easy, "right, stranger? Can this grief end? Can I be free? " She sighed deeply, "ah, love. It's time for me to finish, too. "

I don't know where the light came from to illuminate her body. She turned into a bright, clear, clean light that moved people and yearned for.

There is a fragment of container mask left in place. The little Knight picks it up and integrates it into his mask.

Next, what should we do?

He didn't know, but he knew he had someone to thank.

He went to zemore's lover's grave again and picked the flowers from the vines beside the grave.

The first one, he found Lu Zhengkang who devoured his soul in the deep nest and gave him the flower.

"What a wonderful power is hidden in this flower. It's so pure. I like it very much. Thank you. "

the second one, he gave it to Lady White.

"Ah, it gives such a precious gift, but, alas, I won't accept it. This flower doesn't belong to me or the kingdom. It was taken by a good knight from the quiet land, and it took a long journey to arrive here. There is a rare power hidden in the fragile petals. If anyone takes it with him, he must not be aware of its precious nature “The third one, he gave to one of his swordsmanship teachers, bone nail master auro. Although he expressed disdain, he still secretly put the flowers in the vase after the little Knight left.

……

It's a pity that the elder worm is not here. He left with the evacuation team. After all, he is also a worm who cherishes his life.

The evacuation team took a lot of old friends, and the little Knight still had a lot of flowers to send out, but it is estimated that he will never send out.

Lu Zhengkang sniffed the white flowers in his hand, holding the handle and turning it gently. It was like a small windmill, like a dream of childhood. There was beautiful light and holy light in the flowers, which completely deviated from the dark void.

This beautiful power of light is purer than radiant light and more natural than void.

The little Knight came to the garbage pit of the Royal sewer, released the God seeker from a pair of dark gold coffins with a simple key, and picked up the God tuner on the ground by the way.

When the seeker awoke, the little Knight gave him a flower that had not been sent out from his head.

"Tribute? Ah, the reptiles offer a tribute to us. Rare blooming flowers, tiny and pure. However, there is no divinity. There's no piety. But What do reptiles want in return? Do you want to touch it? Touch our thick and shining body? Or to appreciate? Appreciate our delicate face under the mask? What a strange wish! no no The reptile is too presumptuous. The gift belongs to us. In our custody. Our secret will remain

He said, "gods. They take on a lot of looks. What about this flower? Is it debris? Obsolete products? Or the waste of the greater? No, no frequency modulation. If it sings We can't hear it

Lu Zhengkang whispered: "can we draw on the power? So beautiful, but so out of place with the void, maybe I should understand it from the perspective of the soul? "

Lu Zhengkang lay down and fell asleep.

In his dream world, under the protective layer of the outer membrane of the white container, the once golden dream arena has disappeared and turned into a vast black platform, with a black egg standing in the center of the platform.

The general consciousness is bred and hatched in the black egg.

Just wait for a chance to break the shell.

Lu Zhengkang has been waiting. Now his sleep is just sleep. He hopes to wake up in the dream world. Therefore, he absorbs a lot of soldiers' residual dreams in the battlefield of deep nest, but they are all like rivers flowing into the sea. Memory and energy are absorbed and turned into nutrients by the black egg. Apart from increasing the total amount of his soul, there is no change.