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半溪的。我认识不？嘻嘻……

不知半溪人姓什么？

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乌鲁木齐 发表于 2010-9-14 09:46

                               
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不知半溪人姓什么？

嘿嘿，半溪就两个姓、
一个姓吴、这个是大多数也就是有9/10的人是姓这个的、
1/10是姓龚的、

Dema  Diary, The Second Chance
Chapter  1
Demon  Rage, And The Unsealed Fate
written  by Corey Gellis
Edited  by AoN
Creative  Editing by Mike thomson and Cassandra Miller
SD:  6/11/05
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Thunder  sounded out side a castle wall; rain began to fall from the sky,  which was felt on a young wolf pup's face. He began to cry as he was  laid on the castl's steps. A tall black wolf in a black keytoeshi and  tunic wearing a large cloak walked toward him and then looked down at  him with a smirked,
and  then darkness...
The  next thing the boy knew, he was that he was six years old, a hundred  wolfs, foxes, etc.., standing around him, all heavily armed with  katanas, daggers, knifes, and bow, arrow, at a large field with some  trees off to the right and bushes off to his far left. Suddenly, they  all struck at once; running toward him. Katanas drawn, his mind went  blank and he jumped into the air, landing on one of the wolf's back.  He ripped his katana from his hand and stabbed him in the chest. Then  pulled it out watching as the blood poured from the wound left by the  katana; anger began to fill his heart as well as his mind. Three more  men ran towards him, and an archer began firing arrows. The arrows  pirced through the air but were no match, three strikes of the katana  the young wolf had in his hand, and both arrows fired by the archer  split in half. Then the boy ducked, feeling a cool breeze over his  back, as a katana struck just above his back. He jumped, and felt the  cool breeze of another katana. As it struck under his feet, he landed  on the ground. The boy struck back with the katana, severing the  first warrior from his rib to his hips. Blood sprayed from his mouth  as his upper body fell to the ground. The second warrior struck at  the wolf again, he ducked just nearly having the tip of his ear cut  off. In ducking he trust the katana in his hands in the warrior's  abdomen. The wolf screamed out "Ahhhh," trust the katana even  further through the warrior's abdomen out his back. The warrior cried  "Uhhh Ahhhh!" before falling to the ground, lifeless. The boy  heard clapping. "Good boy!" A voice stated of in the distance.  He began twitching his ears, trying to hear the voice better, looking  around. A tall wolf appeared on hill, not far from him, and on that  hill stood two other men. Dressed like the warriors' he had just  faght with, only heavyer; more armor, and longer katanas'. The one  who was talking stood center. He was very well dress and seping from  a gold jewel encreasted with cup a red liquid which stained his lips  as he pulled it away from his mouth. He said "You have proven  yourself, ha ha ha, you shall now be known as Demon, or Dema the  Great, all shall fear you as Draffes Demon" The wolf smirked.
and  then darkness again...
Suddenly,  his eyes opened again, he was on horseback as were a hundred other  men following behind him. It seem that the men and himself were  headed toword what appeared to be a village, 'Dema' stopped, as did  the men, copying him, as if stopping were orders. One of them walked  up to the side of him "Your orders sir?" he asked the young  boy now known as 'Dema' Who is this person talking  to me? What orders? Some how the words just came from his mouth  without dely nor thought. Dema pointed foward with his "Foward"  Almost at the same time, all of the men charged in the direction of  the village. Dema watched as they charged, looking on as one threw a  torch onto one of the huts. Another thrusting his katana into a small  boy's head who was watching the warriors attack his village. As time  pasted, so did lives, Dema could see the smoke rising from the top of  the burning huts, the sounds of screaming was soon apon the once  paceful village; pain and death was spred to each hut like a Cancer.
darkness  again enveloped his mind, and everthing when dark...