While walking, Zhou Huajia suddenly stopped and looked around at his companions. A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, "I think I have also found my mission. I want to record all this and write down our story so that it can inspire those who come after me. Let them know that in the face of difficulties and challenges, as long as we work together, there is no difficulty that cannot be overcome.”
When everyone heard this, they all agreed. They knew that this was not only a journey for the five of them, but also an awakening of the soul, a legend about courage, wisdom and love.
Finally, when the first ray of dawn broke through the sky, they once again set foot on familiar land, but this time, they were no longer just explorers, but became leaders of change. The outline of the town gradually became clear in the morning light, and people began to welcome the new day. Little did they know that the real dawn was being quietly brought by this group of returning warriors.
In the square in the center of the town, Su Mo slowly pulled out the God of War sword, and the tip of the sword touched the ground. In an instant, a warm light spread out, covering the entire square and illuminating everyone's face. The children gathered around curiously, the old people showed long-lost smiles, and the young people's eyes ignited a spark of hope.
"Friends, we are back." Su Mo's voice resounded throughout the town through some magical power, "bringing revelations of light and abyss, as well as the determination to rebuild this land and create a better future together."< br>
The crowd burst into warm applause and cheers, which was a welcome to the return of the hero and a yearning for the infinite possibilities of the future.
"And now, a new story is waiting for us to write together." Ivan joined in, and his words were like inspiration, making people feel awe and full of hope.
"Yes, with our hands, our hearts, and our undying faith." Bai Ling opened her red lips lightly and sang the last line with a melodious melody. The song seemed to have magic power, which not only soothed people's hearts, but also filled the hearts of everyone. The seeds of hope are planted in the individual's heart.
In this atmosphere of harmony and hope, they ended the narrative of this journey with a dialogue and opened a new chapter.
"Then, let us start from here and take the first step towards a bright and harmonious future." Su Mo's words contained strength and expectation. He looked at his partners and then at the expectant crowd around him.
"The first step is always full of challenges, but as long as we walk side by side, there is no distance we can't reach." Aiwen's words seemed to be a response and a promise.
"Indeed, every departure is an embrace of the unknown. Our singing, wisdom and courage will become the strongest sail for this journey." Bailing said, her eyes were gentle and determined, as if she had seen the light ahead. road.
"I am willing to record all of this so that history can remember what kind of faith and efforts have brought every tiny light in this world into a bright galaxy." Zhou Huajia clenched the pen in his hand, determination flashing in his eyes. His words warmed the hearts of everyone present.
"Then, let me guard this light and ensure that it can be safely delivered to everyone who needs it." Zhou Huayi patted the sword on his waist. It was not only a weapon, but also his commitment to peace.
Zhou Huabing and Ding looked at each other and smiled, and said in unison: "And we will become the bridge, connecting the past and the future, using our power to pave the way for a new era."
The people's words intertwined in the morning light, forming a moving picture. The surrounding people were infected by this pure passion and hope, and joined the conversation one after another. Although their voices were small, they gathered into a force that cannot be ignored.
"We will learn, we will grow, and we will make this world different because of our existence." A young mother hugged her child and said softly, her eyes full of longing for the future.
"We will tell your stories so that the fire of courage and wisdom will burn forever." An old man sighed. The years have carved lines of wisdom on his face, but at this moment, his eyes also have the enthusiasm of a boy.
Su Mo raised the God of War Sword and pointed the tip of the sword towards the sky. The light gathered and jumped on the blade, like a dragon about to take flight. "Then, let us start today, not only to uncover the mysteries of the world, but also to create our own miracles. Every soul is the writer of this magnificent epic."
Ai Wen took a step forward and stood side by side with Su Mo. Their silhouettes lengthened in the morning light, casting unwavering shadows. "No matter how bumpy the road ahead is, as long as we hold hands and connect hearts, there will be no difficulty that cannot be overcome. We are the brightest light."
In the basement where light and shadow intersect, the atmosphere suddenly changes. Just as the group was immersed in the joy of gaining mysterious power and a new mission, an ominous wind suddenly blew up, carrying a biting chill, heralding an unknown crisis.
"No, there is an enemy!" Zhou Huabing alertly drew the bow string, and aimed the arrow at the figure gradually revealed in the shadow.
The visitor was a man in black robes, with a ferocious mask on his face and a dagger emitting dark light in his hand. His appearance was like a wolf in the night, silent but full of murderous intent.
"Do you think you can change the world if you master that power? You are naive!" The man in black robe's voice was cold, and every word was like an ice pick squeezed out from between his teeth.
Before he finished speaking, he threw the dagger suddenly, as fast as lightning, aiming directly at Bai Ling. Amid everyone's exclamations, the dagger penetrated the protective light and hit Bai Ling's chest accurately.
"No—!" Su Mo roared and rushed towards Bai Ling, but it was too late. She fell into his arms, with a gentle but fading smile on her lips, and the light in her eyes slowly extinguished.
"Why? We are obviously doing it for the world..." Su Mo's voice trembled, sadness and anger intertwined, and tears fell silently, dripping on Bai Ling's cold hands.
Ai Wen quickly stepped forward, watching the surroundings while trying to comfort Su Mo: "We have to leave here, now! For Bai Ling and the world she wants to protect, we cannot fall."
"Let's go, Su Mo, let's fulfill her wish." Zhou Huayi helped Su Mo, who almost collapsed, and the team slowly evacuated in grief, each step weighing heavily.
Back in the town, Bai Ling's departure was like a dark cloud covering the newly rising dawn, and the entire community was shrouded in a heavy layer of sadness. Su Mo stayed behind closed doors, and there was only silence and the whisper of memories in the room.
A few days later, late one night, Su Mo's door was gently pushed open, and Aiwen walked in, holding an old diary in his hand.
"Su Mo, this is what Bai Ling left behind. She said that if one day she can no longer sing, she hopes to continue to convey hope through these words." Ivan's voice was low and full of power.
Su Mo took the diary and opened the first page. The familiar handwriting instantly moistened his eyes: "We are the light, and we must shine even in the deepest darkness, because there are always people who need this light."
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As he read, Su Mo's heart gradually calmed down, and a new force boiled in his chest. He closed the diary and looked at Alvin. His eyes were no longer filled with despair, but with perseverance: "You are right, we cannot stop. For the sake of Bailing and the world, we must continue to move forward."
"Moreover," Alvin continued, "Lark's singing has not really disappeared. It lives in the hearts of everyone who has heard her sing, becoming an eternal flame."
The two were silent for a moment. Finally, Su Mo broke the silence with an unprecedented firm tone: "Then, let us tell her through actions that even if we lose the most precious light, we will not extinguish the fire of hope in our hearts."
Outside the room, the first ray of morning light crept across the window, indicating that a new day was about to begin. Su Mo and Ai Wen walked out of the door, looked at the gradually brightening sky, and had a brief but powerful conversation:
"What we lost will return in another form." Su Mo looked up, with an unyielding light shining in his eyes.
"Although Bai Ling is gone, what she taught us is more precious than any power." Aiwen sighed, with a touch of sadness in his tone, but also full of hope.
"Yes," Su Mo clenched his fists, with unquestionable determination in his words, "We will transform this pain and longing into strength to protect every corner until the world truly ushered in peace. ”
"And I," Aiwen answered, his voice steady, revealing a strength that cannot be underestimated, "will use my pen to record all of this, so that the story of Bai Ling will become a glorious chapter that inspires future generations and will be remembered by the world. Even if the light is short-lived, it can light up eternity.”
At this time, Zhou Huajia, who was silent on the side, slowly spoke, his eyes full of longing for the future: "I will continue to record, not only the deeds of heroes, but also the persistence and courage of ordinary people. Because every little light shines , can all converge into a torrent that illuminates the darkness.”
"And we," Zhou Huayi, Bing, and Ding said in unison, their expressions firm, as if they were taking an oath, "we will be the cornerstone of this new era, using our swords and shields to open up the way for those with dreams and ensure The light continues.”
Su Mo looked around, feeling unspeakable emotions in his heart. Their determination and courage are the best memorial to Bai Ling. He took a deep breath and his voice echoed in the morning light: "Then it's settled. We will use different methods to inherit Bailing's beliefs and turn her singing into an endless melody that flows in everyone's heart."
"However," Ivan's expression became serious. He lowered his head and thought for a moment before continuing, "Before we move forward, we must first deal with the man in black robe. The secret hidden behind him may be the biggest threat to our future. .”
Su Mo nodded, his eyes as sharp as a sword: "Yes, finding him and lifting his veil is not only for the sake of Bai Ling, but also to prevent more innocent people from being sacrificed. We can't let anyone suffer the pain of loss."
"But," Zhou Huajia suddenly interrupted, his tone mixed with worry, "That force is so powerful, how should we deal with it? Can we alone defeat that darkness?"
Su Mo smiled, a smile that contained endless determination: "Power does not only come from swords and magic, but also from the faith in our hearts. Bailing taught us with his life that real power comes from unity, love and Hope. We are not alone, we represent all hearts that pursue light.”
Ivan patted Su Mo on the shoulder and glanced at everyone firmly: "We are the messengers of light, and darkness will eventually be unable to resist the invasion of light. Now, let us start preparing, for Bailing, for this world, We want to illuminate every inch of land shrouded in shadow."
As the conversation ended, the morning light had completely spread out, giving the town a warm golden color. People walked out of their homes one after another and started a new day of life. Perhaps they didn't know that it was this group of warriors who were silently guarding them and preparing to face the coming storm.
And in this morning full of hope and challenges, a new story is quietly beginning. Su Mo and his companions, carrying the memory of Bai Ling and the longing for the future, embarked on a journey to find the truth and light. Their figures looked extraordinarily tall in the morning light, like bunches of flowers piercing the darkness. Light leads the world to a bright future.
"No matter what the road ahead is, we are no longer alone." Alvin whispered, as if telling Bai Ling, and also as if he was motivating himself and everyone.
"Because we have light, love, and unremitting pursuit of a better tomorrow in our hearts." Su Mo continued, his eyes shining with unprecedented determination and hope.
"Yes," Zhou Huayi clenched the hilt of the sword, his voice revealing an unshakable will, "and this pursuit will be our sharpest sword, piercing all darkness."
Passerby A was standing not far away, witnessing this scene, and couldn't help but murmur to himself: "Can they... really do it? How can the pain of losing a loved one be easily transformed into motivation to move forward?" The look in his eyes Complex, with both doubt and desire.
Passerby Yi on the side answered, her voice full of admiration: "Look at their eyes, there is an unusual light there. I believe that even the abyss cannot swallow the light in their hearts."
While the crowd was talking, a white-haired old man slowly walked by. His kind eyes swept through the crowd one by one, and finally rested on these young people. "It's great to be young, always with infinite possibilities. They may be just weak candles now, but one day they will become stars that light up the world."
Su Mo and Aiwen heard these conversations, they looked at each other and smiled, and their hearts became more determined in their choice. Su Mo whispered to Ai Wen: "Did you hear that? People's expectations of us and yearning for light are the biggest motivation for us to move forward." "That's right," Ai Wen nodded, "We not only have to do it for ourselves, but also for ourselves. For them and for every corner of the world, we must rediscover the lost light." (End of Chapter)