/span>啊--/span>苏菲娅大喊一声/span>拔腿往前冲去/span>
/span>唉……/span>听了释摩萨这翻解释后/span>欧文感到懊丧/span>/span>看来我倾尽尽力/span>乃至不吝捐躯性命/span>可终究仍没法禁止这场大难/span>/span>
/span>你--/span>欧文望向释摩萨/span>又望向四周的环境/span>有些不敢信赖/span>/span>产生甚么事/span>莫非又回到了本来的天下了/span>/span>
/span>呼呼呼……/span>死里逃生的苏菲娅喘着粗气/span>如果刚才慢了1秒/span>她就变成刺猬了/span>
/span>为甚么会是如许/span>/span>苏菲娅转过身去/span>却不测埠发明方才出去时的门口已经不见了/span>
/span>莫非真的又是甚么棋子吗/span>/span>苏菲娅喃喃自语道/span>
释摩并没有直接答复欧文的题目/span>反而问道：/span>施主/span>你本是奥洛帕住民/span>为何会对浩土大陆的佛理熟谙得如此透辟/span>‘一念天国/span>一念天国’/span>贫僧自称修佛数十载/span>却始终未能参透/span>/span>
/span>释摩萨大师/span>/span>欧文往前探出身去/span>用手摸索白叟的鼻息--可未等欧文的手触碰到其鼻子/span>白叟的**就逐步化作一堆灰尘/span>在氛围中四周飘散/span>而留在坐垫上的/span>只要那一串褪了色的老旧念珠/span>
/span>那些都是我师父奉告我的/span>/span>欧文问答道
/span>也对/span>/span>苏菲娅想了一想/span>终究下定了决计/span>/span>与其站在这里坐等故国的灭亡/span>罢休一搏/span>大不了就此一死/span>如果连这点憬悟都没有/span>又如何谈得上乞助故国和我的子民/span>/span>
往前走--就在她望向/span>忏悔之泪/span>以后/span>一个动机俄然入侵苏菲娅的脑海/span>
/span>但是/span>劈面有这么多弓箭手/span>冲上去只是飞蛾扑火/span>/span>苏菲娅把心中的担忧对宝剑了出来/span>