[Comprehensive] Floating dream with one knife

Huamanlou went south with the stunning beauty Ah San and the stone girl.

Three days and three nights.

It's not like going to pay a wedding banquet, but it's like burning your buttocks and stabbing your neck with a knife, and sleeping in the open air is nothing more than that.

Fourth day.

The carriage stopped.

Ah San jumped off the shaft of the car, stood beside the car, and said, "Please get off the car, Seventh Young Master."

After traveling for three days and three nights, his appearance has not been diminished in the slightest. His face of a fox beauty in the spring breeze is still like new porcelain, white jade, and red plums in the snow. Under the fine wine.

At this time, he lowered his head slightly, revealing a section of his shiny neck, which was even more attractive than the red card showing his chest and back.

Huamanlou heard the words and stepped out of the car. What he could hear was the rippling water, the sound of gulls' hooves, and the salty sea breeze. The boat entered the water. They traveled for three days, but they reached the beach.

Ah San made a deep bow and said, "Sir Seventh, please get on board." After saying that, she turned around first and walked away.

Hua Manlou smiled, but did not follow Ah San's footsteps.

"Why doesn't this girl go with us?"

He tilted his head slightly, and 'looked' at the stone girl sitting upright on the shaft of the chariot.

The heroic girl seemed to have never heard of it, holding a long whip and lowering her eyes slightly, she really only regarded herself as a puppet on the dummy stage in the temple, and if there was no order in every word and deed, the gourd with the saw mouth would break A man with paralyzed hands and feet is not popular at all.

"Seventh Young Master doesn't need to talk to her."

Ah San said softly, "Even if she heard what you said, she couldn't, let alone answer what you said."

Huamanlou was silent.

"Sir Seventh please."

Asan said.

There is a smile on Huamanlou's face again, but this smile is clearly not a grateful and happy smile like a pear blossom falling, but it seems to be inexplicably covered with a layer of profound and broad-reaching solemnity And firm, although gentle and gentle still, but people suddenly give birth to some wonderful taste.

It's like the master standing in front of you in the old days. Although he didn't reprimand him, he felt inexplicably guilty.

Ah San's heart trembled.

"Sir Seventh please."

Ah San came again, but quietly lowered her head.

Hua Manlou walked towards him as promised.

At this moment, he suddenly wanted to meet the master behind the scenes.

What kind of person can be so cruel and thoughtful, and can ruthlessly hurt such a young girl in her youth?

And just because she might know secrets she shouldn't know.

The boat travels in the blue waves, and I don't know day and night in a trance.

After another seven days.

Finally to an island.

Covering the sky with green trees, exotic flowers and grasses, birds singing, and sometimes ferocious birds and beasts escaping from the grass, deep and dense forests, only a few scales and half claws can be seen faintly.

But it looks like a paradise, and also like a forbidden place in a magic cave, weird and difficult to understand.

There is a row of men standing in front of the island.

A total of 13 people.

The skin is shiny, the muscles and bones are strong, the bare chest is strong, and the exposed arms are strong and powerful, like old vine roots cast in copper and iron, so that people can't wait to pinch and bite to see if they are really invulnerable and invulnerable to water. flow.

It was late spring and it was still cold, but this group of shirtless men were sweating from the heat. Beads of sweat fell on the ground along their foreheads, but they didn't even blink their eyes.

He is indeed a good man!

There is no good man in ten thousand in a hundred.

These thirteen good guys have been waiting on the beach in front of this island for many days, the sand under their feet has changed color, and it is wet from the sweat they smashed down!

They are definitely not the ones who can kill the most and have the highest martial arts in the world, but the people who can kill the most and have the highest martial arts must not be able to do without such a man if they want to build a sect!

Obedient, tenacious, and vigorous.

Anyone with ambition and brains will love them.

Huamanlou got off the boat, and these thirteen men, who would be snatched by others even in the rivers and lakes, all knelt down, and there was a sound of "boom", sand and stones splashed everywhere, they were honest and did not soften at all. Strength!

"Meet the seventh son!"

They shouted in unison, their voices were thick and powerful like a dragon and a snake rushing into the forest.

Huamanlou had no words.

This scene actually brought back some long-standing and unidentifiable memories of Zhuang Zhou.

Many days and nights ago, he had seen such a group of good men.

People are alike, but nothing is different.

He no longer wants to talk.

Hua Manlou listened quietly.

In the wind, there are the sounds of vegetation growing, the sound of petals falling, and the sound of waves beating the beach. In the sea, swimming fish rush into shrimp groups, and water snakes entwine corals.

He heard the birth, and he heard the destruction.

Hua Manlou just smiled.

A gentle, peaceful smile.

Just taking a look at it will make people's heart completely peaceful and quiet.

The peace is like a clear spring flowing silently under the moonlight at midnight. A lost child takes a sip of water by the spring and sleeps tiredly with tears. When he wakes up, it is in the arms of his mother, familiar and warm.

Quiet like an old monk who squinted his eyes and closed his mouth in an ancient temple deep in the mountains. The lines climbed to the corners of his eyes and brows year after year, and the dust corroded his monk's robe layer by layer. One day, a plant Newborn white flowers quietly bloomed from under his feet, he moved his feet gently, opened his eyes, and said: "My Buddha is merciful."

Hua Manlou said: "Take me to see your master."

Although he was standing and those thirteen men were kneeling, it only made people feel that in his eyes, he was equal to them.

He is not ordering them.

Instead, he was just talking to a few of his familiar friends.

Naturally.

The thirteen men lowered their heads even lower.

They lowered their heads and stood up, not even daring to look at Hua Manlou again, and turned around in silence.

Hua Manlou followed behind them calmly.

The island is vast, but Hua Manlou and the others did not travel long before arriving at their destination.

Jade masonry and carved balustrades, painted pillars and carved beams, pavilions and pavilions, pavilions and terraces are full of splendid halls, reminiscent of shell palaces, jade palaces and immortal towers, making people feel dizzy and smoky, and they don't know how to return.

It turned out that a garden of immortals and emperors' Forbidden City was abruptly built on this isolated overseas island.

Ah San and the thirteen strong and strong men seemed to be used to seeing them, not to mention obsessiveness, even the slightest bit of pride, but an indifferent expression appeared on their faces, as if the moon in the water was a mirage, but an illusion.

Huamanlou couldn't look at him, so he was more calm and calm.

"Seventh Young Master." The group led Hua Manlou to a 'palace' and said, "Please enter alone."

This 'palace' seems to be the main hall, and the stars and the moon stand in the middle of a kind of mansion, which is magnificent, rich, tall and complicated.

As soon as the words fell, the door of the palace opened suddenly, as if welcoming flowers all over the building.

Hua Manlou followed his words and stepped into the gate of the palace.

As soon as they entered, they heard cheers.

"You finally came!"

The voice is crisp, but very immature, and even innocent, with a strangely sweet and seductive aura, making people unable to help but want to hug the owner of the voice gently in their arms and kiss them fondly.

It's like a small flower blooming in the mountains and valleys, not gorgeous, but moving.

But it was the little girl Ling'er who appeared in Baihualou that night and asked Huamanlou to leave a lamp for her!

The little girl Ling'er was originally sitting in the jade chair above the palace, but when she saw Hua Manlou, she rushed down on her toes, she was dressed in silky clothes, she wore beaded shoes, and her black hair was tall. , the golden peacock in the light, and the black unicorn in the earrings, unexpectedly gave birth to some charms of "raising eyebrows and turning sleeves like snowflying, rare in the independent world of Qingcheng".

This little beauty, the future fairy, flew in front of Hua Manlou, her clear blue eyes glowed with innocence, she blinked her curly eyelashes, and said with a smile, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Did you leave the lamp for me?"

Although the foreword does not match the afterword, it is the real joy and joy that is not false.

This little girl seems to have a natural magic power, even when she knows that she is going to kill you, even when she knows she is in a tiger's den and a dragon's pool, people can easily make her cute.

Anytime, anywhere, cute, innocent, people want to protect her.

If such a young girl really grows up, she will become another envoy of peach blossom catastrophe who can't be seen in a thousand years. I don't know who in this vast world can escape her magic power.

Hua Manlou only looks like she is a cute child.

He smiled and said, "It's only been half a month, why haven't we seen you for so long?"

"I keep your lamp for you."

"Have you kept your promise to me?"

Ling'er tilted her head and smiled: "Of course I kept my promise."

"But I just feel like it's been a long time," the little girl frowned in distress, "because I feel like I haven't killed anyone for a long, long time."

"It's been a long time," Ling'er repeated, "It's so sad not to kill someone!"

"It's so sad, so sad, I'm going to die when I'm so sad."

"Every time I'm sad and I'm about to die, I miss you, so I've missed you many times."

"Do you miss me?"

"Have you forgotten about me?"

The little girl sounded a little unreasonable.

Hua Manlou wanted to stretch out his hand to gently touch the little girl's head, but he raised his hand, but it froze in mid-air.

The corners of his smiling mouth gradually flattened.

A little anger rose in Hua Manlou's heart.

He shouldn't be angry.

He was hardly angry either.

The world is beautiful, every corner is full of miracles, life is beautiful, and every breath is incredible.

He should have been grateful with blissful satisfaction.

God has bestowed upon him many, many things.

He is really angry now.

His anger is also because of life.

Why do some people always do things that harm lives with their own hands or use others for no reason?

Wolves eat sheep because wolves want to survive.

What about people killing people?

Anger doesn't feel good.

It was like a stone had penetrated into the flesh and blood, and a worm had grown in his heart, which made Hua Manlou feel uncomfortable, and his face turned pale for a moment.

Just a moment.

Ling'er was terrified.

"what happened to you?"

"Is it uncomfortable, did I say something wrong?"

"I don't want you to miss me."

"You forget about me."

The little girl circled around him anxiously, her blue eyes were about to shed tears, she reached out her hand to touch him but dared not.

Where is the innocent and cruel look just now?

Hua Manlou paused and lightly covered the little girl's head with her hand.

"it's not your fault."

It's the fault of whoever raised you.

"I haven't forgotten you."

"Jinger."

The author has something to say:

Please praise me, I am exhausted to death today, and I insisted on updating this, please praise me~~~

I found out that if I can’t do it anymore, I can still switch to romance, haha, this morning I climbed up to the study room on the fifth floor with a computer on my back and a kettle, and I suddenly wanted a man, so I wrote a group of men, you know .By the way, the real master hasn't come out yet. ╭(╯3╰)╮I always feel that I can't write the flowers in my heart, it's really tangled.Since no one said it, I shouldn’t have made a typo, thank you little angels for your encouragement, ╭(╯3╰)╮