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The old tires were piled together and lit up. The effect was similar to the smoke signal from ancient times.

At this moment, Paris was a city that was difficult to describe in simple words. Since the ” 927 bloody incident ” two years ago, the largest city in Europe had embarked on the road of autonomy and became full of ” revolutionary atmosphere.

All the government agencies in the city had been evacuated and they would never come back. It was extremely dangerous to appear in the city or its surroundings in the military uniform of the government and claim to be a public servant of the government. Such people usually could not live for more than 24 hours.

The Parisian citizens who had been abandoned in the disaster, various strange organizations, fugitives from prison, gangs, foreign snobs, and capable Summoners had completely taken over the city. They were extremely hostile to the government, who had escaped to the doomsday bunker during the disaster and caused thousands of casualties.

The surviving Parisian citizens described the tragedy as a slaughter of the Parisian citizens blocking the road by cowardly and shameless politicians in order to escape.

The wreckage of the armored vehicle on the street was still telling the story of the tragedy.

The people who survived the chaos and the Holy Spirits used two years to gradually build their own order in this city.

Paris’s airport had been re-opened a year ago.

The terrible space invasion suddenly stopped. Although the monsters had not been completely eliminated, the evil and dark forces were still restless, and some places were even more rampant. But after the disaster, the human countries still got a short breath and time to recover.

After all, as long as one was alive, one had to live.

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It was a large commoner’s area in the southwest of the Iron Tower, which was close to the Seine River and the suburb. When the first ray of sunshine cast onto the sharp church roof in the commoner’s area, the entire commoner’s area gradually became boisterous although there was still black smoke in the sky.

All kinds of clamoring and the atmosphere of the city began to surge in the civilian area.

Countless people living in this city began to busy themselves with their lives and survival.

The two fat pigs driven out of the street by the butcher made the narrow street of the commoner’s area a mess, causing a lot of curses and envious gazes.

Due to the lack of energy and various living necessities, the entire Paris seemed to have returned to the look of 200 years ago to a certain extent. The streets in the commoner’s District were filled with sewage. Few cars could still run on the downtown streets. Those peddlers carried guns on their backs while butchers who drove pigs held submachine guns. Everything was full of fantasy.

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Butcher and fat pig passed by a place called Rose Street and a cheap Inn called old man’s and sea. At this moment, at the end of the corridor on the second floor, Casia the boss of the inn was knocking at the door of the room marked with bronze Plate No. 206 with his fat hand in a slightly rude way while shouting loudly in half-baked Chinese.

The poor door was groaning in pain under the hard knocking of the lagren, as if it was going to break into pieces at any time.

The innkeeper didn’t feel sorry at all. He had lost his patience long ago. His scream echoed throughout the inn, and even the people on the street outside could hear it.

Mr. Luo, I know you’re in your room. You said that you have to pay a month’s rent after the Blood Moon. I’ve already given you a week. This is the greatest kindness I can show you for your identity as an artist.

No matter how much the innkeeper called out from the outside, no one answered. After knocking on the door for a while, probably afraid that the poor door would fall down and that the repair fee he spent would be a waste, the innkeeper Garcia panted heavily and finally stopped torturing the door.

tomorrow. I’ll give you one more day. If you still can’t pay the rent after tomorrow, I’ll call the security team over. If you’re thrown to the collective farm, they won’t be able to care about your dignity then, Yingluo.

After saying that, the chubby innkeeper finally muttered and left the door of Room 206. The old floor creaked as the innkeeper stepped on it.

It seemed that the noise outside had finally woken up the person in the room. At this moment, the person in the room slowly woke up and opened his eyes.

Xia Pingan looked at everything in front of him, and his mind was temporarily blank. His last memory was still the last image of the doppelganger secret technique that remained in front of his eyes.

On the floor beside him, there was a fallen chair, a broken rope, two empty bottles, and an AM potion.

Xia Pingan raised his head and saw another piece of rope hanging on the beam.

The chair that had fallen to the ground, the broken rope that was hanging from the beam ... A jumbled memory suddenly rushed into Xia Pingan’s mind.

In this memory, Xia Pingan saw herself drinking a lot of wine and randomly pouring some medicine into her mouth. Then, she walked up to the chair numbly and put her neck around the hanging rope. Then, like a salted fish that had jumped ashore, she stepped on the chair and began to struggle on the rope in pain and suffocation.

The rope broke, and he fell from the chair, his head hitting the ground.

The owner of this body was called Luo an. He was an international student from China who studied painting in Paris.

An artist was the most difficult group to survive in a chaotic world. Everyone couldn’t even keep their lives and were hungry. Who would care about painting?

The feeling on her neck was very uncomfortable. Xia Pingan touched her neck and found that under her jaw, near her Adam’s apple, there was a burning mark.

In Xia Pingan’s eyes, this body was extremely weak. The physical strength of a person who was not even a Summoner was like an ant in Xia Pingan’s eyes. This body was still slowly getting used to the powerful spirit body that had entered his body.

In addition to the burning sensation on his neck, the muscles-bones-and meridians of this body were also slowly changing. The process of adaptation was that this body would gradually and slowly go through a terrifyingly long process of divine power Infusion. This process would take about half a month to one month-Xia Pingan’s powerful spirit body could slowly build a strong body on his own.

In just a moment, along with the changes in his body, Xia Pingan felt that the burning sensation on his neck became more and more acute. That was a sign that the perception ability of his body’s nerve endings was increasing.

Xia Pingan struggled to get up and stumbled to a mirror in the room. She couldn’t wait to see what she looked like in the mirror.

The person in the mirror was indeed a completely foreign Chinese face.

It was a Chinese man in a white shirt. His black hair was a little messy, and his black eyes were a little melancholic and a little lost. He had a straight nose and was about 30 years old. His face was well-defined and even a little handsome.

However, the person in the mirror had a sickly pale face, as if he had not seen the sun for many days. His body was not strong, and he looked like a scholar.

The dark red strangle mark was on his neck, and it was very glaring.

Looking at the man in the mirror, Xia Pingan touched his own face. He smiled, ” don’t worry, leave this body to me from now on. I won’t waste it like you did.

Looking at the face in the mirror, Xia Pingan felt that the scene was a little funny, but he could not laugh.

The searing pain in his head suddenly appeared, and the pain was still increasing. Xia ping ‘an held his head and let out a painful groan. His body shook twice, and in the midst of the searing pain in his head, more memories poured into Xia ping’ an’s head.

This was an inevitable process of the cloning technique, and it was not very pleasant. His spirit body was gradually getting used to this body, and at the same time, it would ” browse ” some of the memories of this body.

A woman’s face suddenly appeared in Xia Yang’s mind. Oh, my dear Olivier Junjun.

This isn’t suicide, it’s the tragic, despairing, and pitiful Yingluo who died for love. The lover is married, but the groom isn’t me. Since I can’t be with my true love for the rest of my life, then let me use my life to make you remember Yingluo forever.

Xia Pingan looked at her pale and weak face in the mirror. She panted heavily and clutched the table in front of her with both hands. Her knuckles were white. After a full seven or eight minutes, the tearing pain in her brain gradually subsided and eased.

Xia ping ‘an looked around the room, trying to find some medicine. Unfortunately, the room was empty. This small hotel was too simple. Almost everything could be seen at a glance. A bed, a desk, a wardrobe, a chair, and so on. These were all the furnishings in the room.

Moreover, in Luo an’s memory, he did not have the money to buy expensive medicine for his injuries. The cost of medicine in Paris at this moment was beyond imagination.

Although Luo an was poor and dejected, he loved to be clean. He was probably an obsessive-compulsive disorder patient. Even if he was going to hang himself, everything in his room was kept neat and tidy. The bedsheets were folded neatly without a single wrinkle. The Red Oak desk was spotless. Books, ink, and paper were all arranged in a straight line. A mobile phone with a broken screen was also placed neatly on the desk in a straight line with the books.

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There was a piece of paper on the desk with a pendant on it.

Xia Pingan walked over to the desk and picked up the silver pendant with enamel. The pendant could be opened, and within it was a side profile photo of Olivier. In the photo, Olivier was a foreign beauty. Olivier was standing in front of the Paris tower, wearing a cap and a blue dress. His face had some baby fat, but his facial features were very beautiful.

The piece of paper under the pendant was the final love poem that loan had written to Olivier in French.

As an artist, Luo an’s beautiful cursive writing was pleasing to the eye.

The love poem was as follows-

What can I use to make you stay?

I’ll give you a poor Street, a desperate sunset, and a Blood Moon in a dilapidated Urban area.

I’ll give you the sorrow of someone who has been looking at lonemoon for a long time.

I give you my deceased ancestors, and people use marble to commemorate their spirits: He was the Father of my father who died at the border. Two bullets pierced his chest.

The bearded man died, and the soldiers wrapped his body in leather.

My mother’s grandfather-twenty-four years old at that time-led the soldiers to charge at the monsters on the Loess Plateau, and now he has become a ghost on the back of a horse.

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I’ll give you all the comprehension that can be contained in the books I write, the manliness and humor that can be found in my life, and the only humility.

I’ll give you the loyalty of someone who has never believed in anything.

I’ll give you the flames in my chest and the ocean that can drown this world.

I’ll give you my own core that I’m trying to protect-a core that doesn’t make up words, doesn’t trade with dreams, and doesn’t get touched by time, joy, and adversity.

I’ll give you the memory of a yellow rose I saw on an evening many years before you were born.

The explanation I gave you about yourself, the theory about yourself, and the real and shocking news about yourself.

I give you my loneliness, my darkness, my heart’s hunger; I tried to move you with confusion, danger, and failure. (Note 1)

At the bottom of the poem, there were two additional lines of words. The words were a little blurry, as if there were tears falling on them. However, the tears had dried up, leaving only a blurry mark.

My dear Olivier, if I can’t give you these things, then I hope that I can use my life to live in your heart Forever Young. I wish you happiness.

This is the last poem I’ve written for you-Luo an who will always love you.

Xia Pingan was touched by Luo an’s last poem in this world.

Luo an, this poor artist, was definitely a devoted person.

However, wasn’t this infatuated guy afraid that the woman would have a nightmare at night after seeing this will? hanging was the ugliest way to die. After death, one’s tongue would stick out. Death was the least worth it. As long as one was alive, there was actually hope.

Also, this guy owed the hotel owner money, but not only did he not pay back the money, he almost turned the hotel owner’s room into a haunted house before he died. It was too unkind.

Xia Pingan picked up the phone with a broken screen and looked at it. The phone could not be turned on and its battery was out of battery. In Paris, charging was a very luxurious thing.

The books on the desk were all works of art, poetry, and philosophy. None of them were related to making money or survival.

Xia ping ‘an stood in front of the desk for two minutes. After that, she heard her stomach growling.

This was due to the empty and squirming of his intestines caused by hunger. It was also a protest and reminder to Xia Pingan from this body-this body was too weak. The spirit body needed a lot of food and calories to transform the body.

When Xia Pingan had woken up earlier, he felt that there was still a lot of alcohol left in his body, and his mind was still a little dazed. However, in just a short while, the alcohol seemed to have been digested, and his mind was becoming clearer and clearer.

Yesterday, poor Luo an locked himself in his room and did not eat anything for the entire day. He only drank two bottles of wine.

The need to survive and the pressure came all at once.

Xia ping ‘an tried to sense his secret mandala. Because his spirit body and body had not fully adapted to it, the secret was still trembling. It was faintly discernible and could not be used.

He had to think of a way to get through the period of time when the spirit body and the body had adapted to each other.

Once he got used to it, he would be the only six-sun realm Summoner on this planet. He would be the undisputed strongest in the world!

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[ Note 1: Borges” what should I use to keep you ‘has been slightly modified. ]