Dark Rift of the Elves

Chapter 72 Part.1
This person is beautiful.

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Delicate and elegant facial features,
The soft and light ancient white clothes,
Waist-length hair loose,
slender figure,
Along the white neck,
Exposing the soul-stirring collarbone,
The neon is reflected in the wet eyes,

As docile as a deer in the forest.

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He is a man.

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Part.X
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Thick black clouds enveloped the city, and there was no ray of dawn. The sky looked gloomy as if it was about to collapse. Only a few bolts of lightning sprang up from time to time, illuminating the gloomy city.

In an empty city, the cold wind rolled up the newspapers on the street, carried them into the air, and made a rattling and shaking sound.

Li Mu stood on the roof of the abandoned building, raised his head and looked at the sky, deep in his dark pupils, sorrow surged like a tide.

A thunderbolt fell from the sky, illuminating his profile, and the howling wind blew the loose and beautiful white clothes.

He slowly closed his eyes, letting the falling raindrops hit his body little by little, the wind and rain were raging, the winding thunder python roared in the sky, cruelty and beauty intertwined into an eternal picture.

Darkness swallows everything.

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He was not like this. From the very beginning, he was just a man, without a peerless face, and without long hair with splashed ink and sorrow.

In the beginning, he was an ordinary person.

Always being submerged in the bustling crowd, losing direction and gradually losing myself.

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The end
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November 2016, 11, cloudy, 28/8 degrees, PM13 2.5, good air.

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My roommates have all moved out, and I'm the only one in the dormitory.

I am already a senior this year, and I am about to graduate soon. I don't know where I will go.

I think I'm lonely.
I'm going crazy.
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November 2016, 12, cloudy, 1/6 degrees, PM11 2.5, good air.

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I bought a stereo, stereo surround sound, I love it.

I found a nice song and I like it very much.

"Quasimodo's Gift"

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December 2016, 12, cloudy, 15/4 degrees, PM9 2.5, mild air pollution.

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There is a beast in everyone's heart.
There is a beast in everyone's heart.

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January 2017, 1, cloudy, 1/2 degrees, PM7 2.5, moderate air pollution.

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boom
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January 2017, 1, overcast. #######
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Quasimodo's Gift, I have it.

Today is not a good weather, the wind is howling, the rain is pouring, the sky is covered by black clouds, as if a huge black hand has grasped this lonely city.

Thunder was invited to resound through the sky, illuminating the dim city, leaving the vast space pale.

In the DC area, heavy rain washes down the walkway paved with boulders, and the street lamps crackle and emit the last sparks.

This old abandoned building is crooked.

It hit the unfinished building next to it, and the reinforced concrete fell to the ground.

a mess.

The boy was impaled on a broken street lamp.

He is laughing.

The rain washed away the mud marks on his face and took away his blood.

Thunder roared.

It was a pale face, delicate, graceful, not handsome, but heart-warming.

The boy tried his best to open his eyes wide, facing the rainwater and looked up at the sky. In his wet eyes, he simply looked at this shocking scene.

A boy, a street lamp, and a building.

The sky light squeezed through the clouds and fell on this messy scene, like a holy ladder to heaven.

He should be remembered.
He should be remembered.

No one will know why he is here,

No one will know why he is laughing.

The voice of my roommate cursing and cursing came from my ear.

I can no longer hear.

In fact, at the beginning, my parents planned to name me Li Yan, but later my irritable father learned that "凩" is a Japanese kanji, so he changed it to Mu.

I wanted to stay away from the cold wind, but in the end I got away from Mu.

My mother was very ill and I couldn't take care of her. My father left and never came back.

I feel bad and I don't like this.

Like being torn apart, I don't know where to go.

When Li Mu woke up, the doctor said that if he survived a catastrophe, he must have a future blessing.

Li Mu knew that he was already dead, and never forget it.
Blessed is he indeed.

acquired extraordinary abilities,

For the first time, he knew that this world is so magical,
He turned into a monster.

The hair is growing crazily day by day, and the outline is softening day by day, as if the creator has given all the love to the boy in front of him, like an angel who has fallen into the mortal world, beautiful and indescribable.

He hates this, the people around him seem to be getting farther and farther away from him, as if there is a transparent and invisible wall between him and the world.

He took back his stereo, and there was no one in the white ward.

The lilies swayed gently, he drew the curtains, opened the window and sat on it.

The favorite song "Quasimodo's Gift" sounded in the room, and one of his legs was hanging out of the window, looking up at the eternal sky.

The weather turned bad again.

　It's not that I sent it by mistake, I just wanted to post it, you can skip it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)