Merry little roll

The red lotus blooms in the swaying jungle, and the heart of the animal trembles in the mud.

The swing is rippling in the air.

The iron, heavy, creaking swing swings in the dark night, in the cloudy eyes of the crows, and above the insects and ants crawling on the ground.

The men crawling on the ground gradually gathered at the swing, with a low choked whimper in their throats, their bodies gradually pressed to the ground, they kept rubbing against the ground under the swing, sniffing the dirt that dug out the bare roots like a dog .

Shao Xiao bit the palm of Ping Sheng's hand, and refused to let go like a pair of pliers nailing a plank.

"Look at him like a bear, we have to go." Jing Ao frowned, and he looked at the mountain under the moonlight, trembling in panic. "It doesn't matter what kind of monsters and ghosts he is, just use magic spells to smash it!"

The teenager with red lips and white teeth bit his lower lip.

Can't let Shao Xiao go.

"In this way, scare the snake..." The brows of the young man in Tsing Yi also gathered into a ball, his eyes shone with a dark light, and he grabbed Jing Ao's robe corner with his hand. "Wait a minute."

Before he finished speaking, Jing Ao shot out of the air like an arrow, the flames were extinguished in the palm of his hand, and a dazzling red light flashed across the silent night, making loud noises in the five miles of cloud and mist, rubbing against the sound of the wind, Make a continuous sound of "bang", "bang", "bang".

Shao Xiao let go of his mouth, with red light shining in his eyes, he fixed his eyes on Jing Ao who slid down to the top of the hill in the night sky, and gradually clenched the sword in his hand.

An inexplicable panic rose from his stomach, followed by the quivering nausea and rushed to his throat, pinching his throat like an invisible hand.

The darkness, the boundless darkness, the darkness of crowing crows, the darkness of rolling eyes... the darkness that entangled Shao Xiao's throat fiercely, making him suffocate and making him feel so painful.

The hem of the young man in black fluttered with the wind, and his heart was full of worries. The black sword in his hand was clenched tighter and tighter, and the smell of blood rose from his chest until it filled the entire Tianling Gai.

Listening to Shao Xiao's heartbeat gradually speeding up, Ping Sheng heard the familiar voice in his ears, turning into a desolate scene.

The originally soothing and free melody turned into a flurry of ups and downs, and a rush of sentences.

——Don’t, don’t go there.Jing Ao, come back.don't leave like this...

—I'm going to kill them, I'm going to kill them!why why.......

Ping Sheng stretched out his hand and caught the coldness of Shao Xiao's palm.

This black-colored boy who only talks about Ah Huang in his heart on weekdays, what happened to him, what happened to him, and what happened to him, he became so mad because of it.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the sparks floating in the sky in an unclear panic.

Jing Ao fell from the sky and hit the mountain heavily, creating a noisy noise under the moonlight, splashing large and bursting clods of mud, bare|exposed grass roots on the chapped mud, entangled wriggling reptiles.

The crawling men crawled out one after another like a tide, raising their heads silently, looking at Jing Ao beside the swing.

"I want to see what the hell is going on here..."

The domineering young man suddenly froze in the distance, his words froze in his sour throat, like a piece of wood stuck in an iron frame, he moved slowly and awkwardly, but couldn't make any sound as if he was dumb.

He was speechless.

Silence was like choking the boy's throat like this, panic shot up from the spine of his back, and goose bumps all over his body began to crawl up.

Jing Ao lowered his head.

The men lying on the ground continued to whimper.

He had a splitting headache for a moment, he slowly lowered his head, and his face faded into pale fear in an instant.

There's something, there's something... behind him, hugging him tightly.

The turbid and smelly breath erupted on the back of his neck, so slow that it was almost still. This is not the breathing of a normal person at all!

a bit--

Twice-

Something behind him made a creaking sound from his throat.

Jing Ao opened his mouth, and finally there was a sound from his rusty throat. He just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but his body stiffened suddenly.

That guttural noise...wasn't his usual voice.

It was one sound, one sound...the weird whimpering sounds from the men crawling on the ground.

The crows on the treetops croaked loudly, turning their heads stiffly in the silence.

The moonlight was gradually covered by the thin black clouds, and gradually turned into a blurred shadow, diluted in the chaotic and invisible jungle, and turned into thorns among the intertwined branches.

Shao Xiao stood up and squeezed Ping Sheng tightly with his hand.

The three people in the bushes couldn't believe it in their eyes, and the dim moonlight shone on their shocked faces in the mottled blur.

In their eyes, Jing Ao was a young man who was so angry that he pierced the night sky and left. After falling on the top of the mountain and making a "bang", he fell into deathly silence.

This silence gripped everyone's heart.

For some unknown reason, the menacing young man froze on the top of the hill and stopped moving. He froze on the ground, surrounded by the group of men crawling on the ground.

Finally, the boy moved...

The iron swing was raised higher and higher, making a sharp rusting sound. The boy was approaching the swing constantly, but his body was as stiff as a puppet manipulated by artisans on a stage.

step......

Two steps...

The things on the ground whimpered excitedly, and gradually surrounded the swing.

The swing suddenly stopped shaking, and it stopped in an instant, but its arc was not normal flat, but exaggeratedly steep, thrusting and pulling stiff in mid-air, as if there were a pair of invisible hands holding it, preventing it from moving. move.

The boy stiffly walked to the swing, his body slowly fell back as if he was discouraged, and leaned back until his buttocks were tightly attached to the rusty swing.

"crunch"

"crunch"

Slowly, slowly.......The swing began to shake, and the two thick hemp ropes swayed slowly in the air...

open--

Relax——

open--

Relax——

In the night wind, the figure of the young Huoshaoyun scalded everyone's eyes.

"Not good!" Gu Changshi in Tsing Yi let out a difficult cry from his chest. "Brother...has lost his mind?"

Before he finished speaking, a black figure rushed out through the air like an arrow.

Xuanjian drew dazzling sharpness in the air.

Ping Sheng stretched out his hand, but only caught the corner of Shao Xiao's robe.

Shao Xiao ran wildly in the wind, the sour smell in his stomach kept rushing up, and the crimson blood covered him like a net, and he went crazy, mad, mad in his trembling soul...

So sad.

The throat was tightly choked.

I feel sick.

The boy in his eyes kept shaking, just like the man more than ten years ago, shaking and shaking in the air...

Trembling between the nether world and the underworld...

Shao Xiao has been an orphan since he was a child, and since he had ambiguous and ignorant memories like a child, he has been running away in constant shock.

If it is said that people are divided into grades, people are high or low.

That is the third of the three, six and nine classes, the poor and the humble among the high and low.

He collapsed by the smelly ditch like a dog, and his face was covered with stinky mud and black spots all year round. He often lay down on the dirty mud floor, scratching even a few things that could keep him alive.

Those people always liked to beat him... When he didn't know what maliciousness was and what was despicableness, those older kids broke into his life like demons, making noise and committing crimes.

They held his head down and drowned him in an endless vat of water.

No matter how he struggled, the muddy water penetrated into his swollen and aching head like a snake, filled with muddy blood, and his struggle and suffocation were wrapped up by the shrill laughter of the group, making it worthless It's a nonsense.

He is like a humble bird, stared at by cats with green eyes, biting off his wings, and screaming for help in the last days of his life.

But no one came to rescue him.

Who will save him?

His missing parents?Clay sculpture Buddha in the temple?Or is it the way of heaven?

The only one who can save him is himself.

Sadly - he only has himself.

He was lying in the muddy water, his bloody face turned to the sky, the sky was cloudless, and screaming birds flew across the pale sky.

He stretched out his immature fingers, and slowly stretched them in a distant direction.

No name, no surname, nowhere to go.

From that day on, he picked up the branches on the ground and began to pretend to learn the swordsmanship taught by Chengtou Duba, carefully and secretly practicing at the entrance of the alley.

Every time he practiced a spell, he would use a branch to draw a line on the corner of the mud at the entrance of the alley.

During that time, the farm was very busy, and the group of ghosts had no time to come to him as a stick. Except for the drunk who occasionally punched and kicked him, everything else went smoothly.

He does the cheapest odd jobs for people, one copper coin a day.

He drew orthographic characters on the alleys, and gradually there were five.

An idea gradually grew in his mind - he wanted to buy a sword.

A real sword.

In the cabinet in the south of the city, there is a pure white sword that emits a sharp cold light like a fairy spirit, and several large characters are engraved on the scabbard.

He is illiterate, but he knows that it is probably the most pure artistic conception in the world.

He quietly locked his copper coins in a rusty iron box, one coin a day, one coin a day...

Every night, he would nervously wipe the sweat off his palms, exhale deeply, and solemnly put the copper coins that he had been clutching all day into the iron box.

——"Ding" sounded.

He prayed earnestly.

Whether it is his missing parents, the clay Buddha in the temple on the top of the mountain, or the distant and unreachable heaven, whichever is fine-please bless him to get that sword.

He clasped his hands together and prayed earnestly.

Then, he rubbed his chilblained hands with a satisfied smile that seemed like a dream come true.

He crawled to his nest full of firewood, and fell asleep with this smile.

In his dream, he was holding the sword.

In the dream, there is no hunger or cold.

In the dream, he turned into a goshawk, soaring in the sky.

The author has something to say:

The little soil dog changed the cover (get down...)

Mental journey: first write a romantic and free little roll... The word 'wind' is so ugly!Cropping - only 'Liu Zi Zai Xiao Roll' (getting down)

The little dog's head is crooked...how is this 'little roll' crooked!Crop - only 'Liu Zi Zi' (getting down) is left

Hey...how does this 'in' look and the color is wrong!Crop - only 'flow from' (getting down) left

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