[Gu Jian Su Zi] Death is coming

Like a real child, asking for warmth from an adult: "Master."

"En." Ziyin finally responded.

Even if he knew that the current Tu Su stretched out his hand, he was probably aiming at himself in the illusion.

He held Tu Su's icy cold hands, and used his spiritual power to gather temperature: "Tu Su, I am here as a teacher."

But Tu Su trembled, and before he could take back his smile, there were tears running down the corners of his eyes, hidden in the black hair on his sideburns, and he choked up and said, "You all have to leave."

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Tu Su buried his head in Master's arms, quite at a loss.

At the beginning, he only felt that he was in a dark place, so he groped and walked forward.There is no silence in the darkness, what Tu Su wants to hear and what he doesn't want to hear come to his ears in disorder, whispering like sprites, leading him to sink.

Until, I heard Master's call.

The buzzing whispers in my ears were gradually overwhelmed and disappeared by the master's calls, and the darkness shrouded in front of my eyes dissipated like mist.

He seemed to have sunk into a blue lake.

This pair of radiant glazed pupils only reflected her figure, and there was a gentleness that was different from usual in it.

Is this... another illusion?

He looked at "myself" stretching out his hands, and felt tears streaming down the skin of his eyes, but he never thought that Master would really respond to him.The hands were held tightly, and warmth gradually flowed through the body along the meridians.

The eyes suddenly darken again, and there is a light sandalwood - filling the nostrils.

... The temperature in Master's arms was not as cold as he had imagined.

His illusion has never been only a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire, never had such a beautiful dream, Tu Su even thought, let him stay in this illusion for a while...

"Tu Su, come back." The master sighed, and there was a slight vibration from his chest.

This is not an illusion!

The mist that had been hazy in his mind finally dissipated completely, and Tu Su turned his shy eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Master..."

"..." Master paused, let go of his hand, and looked carefully at Tu Su's face, as if to confirm whether he was really awake.

Tu Su suddenly regretted it.

However, that is not a dream.

That's good enough.

He tried to move his palms, but his body felt sore and dull, and it was difficult to move freely even with the support of his master.

"It's my teacher's negligence." The master returned to his usual tone, calm and indifferent, he picked up Tu Suda and walked towards the small courtyard.

The moonlight was shining from behind him, and the light and shade intertwined, covering his expression.Tu Su only saw the corners of his mouth tightened, his heart relaxed, and he passed out again.

死神来了最新更新:2017-02-2018:02:16

The author has something to say: Yin Qianshang's death In the independent chapter restaurant, red lanterns are hung high, and continuous red cloth is hung on the roof beams, making it more lively against the chatter and laughter of the diners.

"Excuse me, sir. Our restaurant is in good business today. I'll give you our best pear flower stuffing. Wait a minute." Xiao Er hurried over, wiped the table again, and accompanied him. Laughing, he said to the man at the table.

"Don't worry, my girl hasn't arrived yet, so it doesn't matter if the dishes are served slowly. Pear flower stuffed? Okay, okay, let's have a pot first to relieve my alcohol!" The man was dressed in gray clothes, and his hair was neatly tied With a high ponytail, he put the epee on his back on the table and laughed.

Ever since Qin Ling came out and Shao Gong said he would go back to the Qingyu Altar, Yin Qianshang and Feng Qingxue lived like brothers and sisters. Traveling around the mountains and playing in the water, the days are free and easy.

Except that Qingxue always brought up Feng Guangmo and asked her to go back to Youdu with her, Yin Qianshang felt that if life could go on like this, it would be a joy in life.This time I came to Qinchuan, one is to hand in the task, and the other is, of course, the annual meeting is approaching, and there will be many spectacular sights that I don’t usually see at night, I want to take Qingxue to experience the various states of the world.

Yin Qianshang thought about it, drank the pear blossom wine at the bottom of the bowl in one gulp, wiped his mouth and put back the pottery lid of the wine jar, turned his head and stared intently at the door of the restaurant.

"Dude—yes, yes, it's you!" A guest at the next table yelled at Xiao Er and hiccupped, "Why is the lantern above our heads dimmed? This is not festive."

"Hey, what you said, sir, is that I'll change a new candle." The little second-hand man rushed to the door quickly, took a long stick under the hand of the shopkeeper, lit a long candle, and walked over with it. .

"Xiao Er, here is a pot of wine." Someone urged.

"New here, go deliver the wine!" Hearing this, the shopkeeper pushed a boy with a baby face next to him. Zhang Zhang approached the table: "Guest, guest officer, your wine." Then he carefully put the wine jar on the table and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute! It's that table, not that one! Don't you know you can't ask! Just make me mess up!" the shopkeeper sighed, covering his face.The little guy hurriedly carried the wine jar again, put it on the guest table, wiped the sweat off his brow, and let out a sigh of relief.

"Bang!" The guest slapped the table, "Look at what this is! So much oil, do you think I'm an oil pot?" The guest was about to pour the wine, when he saw that the liquid in the jar was thick and not wine at all. It is the oil used for cooking in the back kitchen.

"I'll change, I'll change..." The little boy went to hug the oil tank again with a sad face, just in time for the customer to push it, the oil tank fell to the ground with a muffled sound, and the sticky oil reflected The light from the lanterns flowed down the sloping floor, reflecting a red light on the ground.

The candle changer was holding up the lantern with one hand and changing the candles inside with the other. When he heard the sound, he was distracted and lost his grip. The old candle that was almost burnt out took off his hand and pointed at the pool of oil on the ground.

"Do not--"

"Brush!" With one hand, he picked up the candle in mid-air, and extinguished the flame by the way.Xiao Er was looking at the sky with his mouth wide open in panic, and hurriedly turned to Yin Qianshang: "Many, thank you hero for saving my life!"

"Small things, small things, haha." The people around either admired or feared, they looked over one after another, and Yin Qianshang made a bow, "Accept, accept."

"Hurry up and rub the oil, hey, have pity on my pot of good oil!" The shopkeeper scolded the boy, and then said to the boy: "You should go get the bar."

Xiao Er put back the long pole and gave the wine to the guests. The people who watched the show gradually turned back to drink and eat. Except for the boy who was still squatting on the ground humming and rubbing oil, the restaurant returned to its usual noise.

"Hey, why hasn't Qingxue arrived yet?" Yin Qianshang turned his gaze back to the gate, and lost his mind in boredom.

Under the roof curtain that no one noticed, the flame of the long candle that had just been replaced flickered, and the hot air rushed into the cloth that was blown a little bit drooping by the wind, gradually burning a small hole.

"Alcohol is not intoxicating, everyone is intoxicated—" Yin Qianshang was really bored waiting, and quietly poured himself a small glass of wine, thinking: "With my drinking capacity, I will definitely not be noticed by my sister." Deceiving himself He took another sip: "This wine is really good!"

"This drink has a strong aftertaste. If a hero waits for someone, it's better to drink it when someone comes." Xiaoer was very grateful to Yin Qianshang, and came here to say something while he was busy.

"It's okay." Yin Qianshang rubbed his nose and put down his wine glass.

"Something fell off." The diners at the wine table next to him touched his head and squeezed out a small piece of black scum, "What is this—" Looking up at the top of the head, his eyes were almost cracked, and his throat was rasping Shouted: "It's not good! It's water——"

As soon as he yelled, the surrounding crowd became commotion and rushed to run outside the restaurant.Yin Qianshang stood up abruptly, and suddenly felt that the stamina of the wine had completely dissipated, and his eyes began to spin.He supported the table and looked up at the burning piece of cloth, and laughed at people making a fuss. He was about to cast spells to put out the fire, but the table that served as the fulcrum of his body was knocked sideways by others, and the epee on the table was also knocked On the side, before falling off, the little guy who was lying under the table to wipe the oil poked his head out, ran in disarray, knocked Yin Qianshang to the ground, and then staggered and rolled out with both hands.

"Really, what a big deal." Yin Qianshang lay on the ground and looked up at the top of his head, and cast the simplest and only water spell that he had ever practiced on the flame that had already formed several red shadows in front of his eyes. technique, Nabuman is extinguished.He was about to get up, when the epee on the table finally lost its balance and stabbed straight at Yin Qianshang who was sitting on the ground.

"Yo!" Yin Qianshang rolled on the spot, barely avoiding the epee that was going straight to the middle of his belly, not to mention the oil all over his body, what made him even more unhappy was that with his skill, he was still nailed by the sword. Hold the hem of the clothes.

But seeing that the flame had been extinguished, he still put down a big rock in his heart, and only slowly turned sideways to draw his sword.The angle at which the sword was inserted into the hem of his clothes was a bit awkward, and he had to grab the hilt with his hands behind his back, and he had to pull the sword out from the ground with all his strength, so he simply stopped trying and shouted to the people outside the restaurant: "There's no fire, who knows?" Help me draw a sword."

The restaurant was still brightly lit, but only Yin Qianshang was left half lying on the ground, surrounded by a dense circle of people outside, the cold night outside and the warm lights inside seemed to divide into two worlds, separating everyone from Yin Qianshang.And Yin Qianshang, who was lying alone in the restaurant, suddenly felt a chill for no reason, as if he was the one standing in the ice and snow.

"Hero, oh, you know magic spells!" The little boy from before squeezed through the crowd with a bucket of water, and when he heard the discussion, he hurriedly put down the bucket and entered the room.

"You came at the right time, help me... hiccup... draw out your sword." The chill just now was only for a moment, and the crowd outside gradually dispersed following Xiao Er's movements, and some people came in from the restaurant, Yin Qianshang was drunk thicker, lying on the ground