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"Take a nap." Ling Heng said.

Tu Lao Yao couldn't see anything, only a misty light was squinted in his eyes, and there was a translucent white shadow in the light, and a red mole like weeping blood on his neck.

Get some sleep... Ling Heng's voice is so damn nice.

The youngest Tu vomited a mouthful of blood, and wanted to ask her, where is Li Shishi?

Li Shishi, who was beaten until he could only breathe in but not breathe out, is dead, isn't he?

I heard that in Forty-Nine City, there is a cigarette stall. The owner of the cigarette stall is thin and weak, and looks listless. His hair is cut short and cannot cover his neck. With drooping eyes and an old year's melon skin hat on his head, it's a bit funny.

Her surname is Li, and she has always been so neither male nor female. She has no name and is ranked eleventh.

Li Shishi's face was hideous, his old jacket turned white from washing, and the electric lights were reluctantly installed in the warehouse. He didn't like to talk, but his heart was very soft.

Li Shishi is very capable and has a good skill in asking coffins. He is not afraid of ghosts and ghosts, and his smile is like the clear and clear wind in spring.

Li Shishi doesn't like bacon, but salted duck eggs, especially the one next to the Chengnan steamed stuffed bun shop. If she asks her to bring two, she will be able to retract Liang Jinjin's eyes by an inch.

Youngest Tu laughed and sighed again.

He wanted to say nothing more, just now he wanted to summon the bodhisattva to kill the ghost mother-in-law, but now he felt that if Li Shishi was still there, stop beating, run for his life and live in peace.

If Li Shishi was gone, he would not be very familiar with Lingheng Bodhisattva, and he would be embarrassed to ask her to practice.

He was reckless all his life, and his thoughts before his death were even more disorganized, and he couldn't even make a few tear-jerking parallels, so he finally murmured: "Little Nineteen."

He didn't dare to mention Sishun, and he didn't dare to mention his wife.

Even death is cowardly.

When the last breath fell, it was very quiet. Even the clouds in the sky did not move a bit. There is no more insignificant way of death than this. It seems that there is no need to mourn. Twitching like a dilapidated bellows, his reddened eyes fixedly stared at Tu Laoyao's direction, teardrops rolled down from the corners of his eyes, flowing like a small stream.

She didn't have the strength to howl, so she could only choke and sniff her nose, watching Tu Lao Yao's body gradually stiffen, and finally freeze in a hasty and awkward sitting posture.

Her lifeless eyeballs were stained with dust and bloodshot, and she finally blinked unbearably, and then moved her pupils like a puppet.

Ling Heng walked towards her. She was extremely clean in the scene of chaos and chaos, reminding her of the first time she met Li Shiyi who had washed her hair when she was young.

The movement of A Yao's wheel was obvious fear, Jiaolong felt it, and let go of his paws, Ling Heng didn't even look at the two of them, but went straight to Song Nineteen, squatted down, and hugged her in his arms.

She has a slightly lighter fragrance than epiphyllum, her clothes are cool, and her fingers are also cool, one hand wraps around her waist, the sleeve of the other hand covers her ragged waist, the palm rests on her wet with tears ear.

Song Shijiu looked at her motionless, her facial features were obviously very similar to Li Shiyi's, but her outline was more delicate and round, without the sharp-edged bones of the lower jaw.

Naturally, it was no longer easy to see whether she was angry or not.

Song Nineteen's body tensed up for a moment, but then relaxed very quickly the moment Ling Heng raised his eyes to look at her. Her eyes were gentle and familiar, not the coldness that she leaned on the railing that day, but the lower eyelids slightly rolled up. When he got up, he raised his eyebrows a little, with uncontrolled distress inside.

Her well-curved lips were pursed, and the corners of her mouth were slightly downward. This movement was cool and restrained, exactly like Li Shiyi.

Song Nineteen suddenly felt aggrieved, she choked up and called her, "Eleven."

She is eleven, or eleven.

Hearing her voice, Ling Heng twitched slightly, then patted her on the back, and said softly to her, "Don't cry."

There is no more brief consolation than this. Song Nineteen leaned his head on her chest, feeling that he had become a little beast converted to the Lord, and he only had the strength to brush his hair against her clothes, leaving some self-evident words. lingering.

She felt that Ling Heng patted her three or two times in a calm manner, then put her down, straightened up and looked at A Yao who was not far away, and then glanced at the restless Jiaolong, then she closed her eyes, He stroked the Ying Luo on the God's Tea Order in his hand, and after tidying up the knots, he nodded to A Yao: "A Yao."

A Yao shrank her hands calmly at her knees, and then turned her head towards Jiaolong, causing it to retreat behind her. She glanced at Lingheng with cold pupils, then drove the wheelchair forward, and stopped in front of Lingheng Two or three meters away, he smiled and said, "Ah Heng."

If it wasn't for Song Nineteen who was bleeding profusely, and if it wasn't for Tu Laoyao who hadn't closed his eyes, it would have looked like a reunion after a long absence.

A Yao opened her mouth again, and said "Don't come here without any harm" in her sick breath.

Ling Heng didn't speak again, he just glanced roughly around, and Shen Tuling's wreaths were on the cuffs, one after another.

The more unhurried she was, and the calmer the weather, the more flustered A Yao became, and she opened her mouth with a blink of an eye: "This sick village has its own reasons for the epidemic. As the god of punishment, I stand on the same mountain as you." , do your own thing, you shouldn't interfere."

"Don't interfere." Ling Heng shook his head and said in a low voice.

A Yao's panic increased a bit, the white silk in her hand was twisted and twisted, and after a while, she said again: "Today, I detected someone who changed his fate against the sky and slaughtered the entire village of pests, so willful and reckless." , I am in order.”

Ling Heng looked up at her, but didn't answer.

A Yao breathed up and down, still smiling, but her back teeth gradually tightened: "When I came over, I found out that you little pet of Zhulong made trouble, so I have to teach you a lesson or two."

"Admonition?" Ling Heng asked her flatly.

He turned his head and glanced at the scars all over Song Nineteen's body.

A Yao's eyes followed her, and when Ling Heng's eyes lingered for a third second, she understood. She quickly suppressed her smile, and raised a mocking corner of her mouth. Ling Heng: "Do you want revenge?"

She tapped on the armrest of the wheelchair twice, and behind her was a dragon like a towering tree, with tentacles suspended in the air, ready to fight to the death.And she also moved her muscles and bones, only stretched her arms and yawned gracefully, but it was a roar of a tiger that shook the ground.

The whistling sound was like a buzzing thunder, splitting people's eardrums to pieces, blood poured out from the ears and eyes of the long-dead Tu Lao Yao, even Song Nineteen couldn't help but vomit half of the blood, Ling Heng But standing in the howling sound, the long robe and long hair greeted the light wind.

A Yao said with a smile: "If I fight to the death, it may not mean that I have no chance of winning."

Ling Heng shook his head: "You have no chance of winning."

Before A Yao could refute, she added another sentence: "This is one."

"Second?" A Yao arched her back.

Ling Heng said, "You dare not."

A Yao's hands rested on the armrest, with her wrists facing upwards, her tight skin was so pale that it was almost transparent, and the veins flowing quietly inside could be seen.

Ling Heng glanced at her leg, and raised the corner of her mouth. She didn't know if it could be called a smile, but she paused for a moment, and said, "Why did you want to kill me before I came back?"

What admonishes Zhulong is just an introduction, which is the life of the Lord Taishan in front of him.

A Yao's complexion was paler than before, and even her breathing was as thin as a thread that was about to be broken. She relaxed her back, leaned on the back of the wheelchair, and looked at Ling Heng with a half-smile.

Ling Heng took a small step forward, stopped again, and said softly, "I'll speak for you."

A Yao saw her cold lips opening and closing, and said three words.

King Mu of Zhou.

"Grandmother Qi's window in Yaochi is open, and the singing of yellow bamboo is moving and mourning.

Ba Jun travels [-] miles a day, so why doesn't King Mu come back again? "

A poem "Yaochi" by Li Shangyin is about King Mu of Zhou's expedition to Kunlun, where he met the goddess of Kunlun, Yaochi, and obtained the technique of immortality.

"Back then, you and King Mu fell in love with each other. In order to stay together forever, you privately received the elixir to make him live longer. Chaos was furious and ordered Taishan Mansion to arrest King Mu's soul. I was the one who went to Kunlun alone and captured King Mu."

The listless eyes of the Goddess in front of her finally had some light, as if a craftsman who was good at drawing dragons nodded her eyes.

"You refused to accept it and rebelled against Chaos for King Mu. As a result, your legs were broken and you can only live in a wheelchair."

Back then, the young girl who was full of vigor went straight up to the Nine Layers of Heaven with a Kunlun train, the sky and the earth turned pale, the mountains and rivers trembled, and the severed leopard tail was thrown into the South China Sea, causing huge waves and shocking waves.

"Chaos sentenced you to be punished, to spread plagues, to see life, old age, sickness and death all over the world, and because they were afraid that you would regenerate evil intentions, the Taishan Mansion ordered Mu King's soul to be imprisoned in purgatory, not to enter reincarnation, so as to contain it."

A Yao looked at the expressionless Lingheng, and she didn't know whether she was thinking of her old friend who was greedy in Yaochi back then, or she heard the unattainable wind from the bottom of Taishan Mansion in her sleeves.

When did she realize that she became paranoid, bloodthirsty, and regarded people as ants and lives as worthless?Can not remember.

"therefore."

Therefore, she wanted to take advantage of Zhulong to make trouble, take the opportunity to kill Lingheng by mistake, and then explore Taishan Mansion to release King Mu's soul.

Before Ling Heng finished the second half of the sentence, he still looked at her with breezy eyes.

"Aheng," Ayao looked at her with a low eyebrow and a slight smile, "I can't kill you anymore."

"Are you going to kill me?" She coughed a few times and asked Ling Heng with a smile.

Ling Heng shook his head: "Not to kill."

The matter of eliminating the epidemic was caused by her, and she should bear the responsibility for disturbing the purity of others.What's more, the human world and the Taishan Mansion check and balance each other, and there are undercurrents surging. If the Queen Mother of the West is removed at this moment, there may be chaos.

A Yao seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, she tilted her head and looked carefully at the ground after the storm had ravaged it, this farce was about to end in a way that caught people off guard.The patients in the mountain village fell into a coma after clearing the plague for the first time. When they woke up tomorrow, they would wake up in a sleepy sleep. No one would know what happened tonight.

Ordinary people are insignificant, mortals are ignorant, and mortals are happy.

She raised her hand to call Jiaolong back, and nodded to Ling Heng as farewell.

Before he turned around, he heard a cold female voice behind him say: "One more thing."

A Yao turned her head and saw Lingheng glanced at the youngest Tu's body, and said to Jiaolong, "Keep your claws."

The author says:

Li Shangyin's "Yao Chi": The window of Yao Chi's grandma opens, and the singing of Huang Zhu moves and mourns.Ba Jun travels [-] miles a day, so why doesn't King Mu come back again?