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Things changed a lot, and after Mo Ya and Tienhui left, the aged Tiger King couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground suddenly, unable to sleep forever.The tigers were furious and roared a few times, then ignored them and just dragged the tiger king's body away silently.

Na Xu still kept his eyes closed, as if he didn't know anything.

Gao Shou threw off Di Ting's restraint, went to pick up the bamboo stick, looked at the soul eye, then looked at Na Xu, suddenly turned to Di Ting and asked, "What's going on?"

He listened silently, in a deep state, bent down slowly, and picked up a leaf on the ground.

The leaf that fell from Mo Ya's body and was used by him to wipe the lottery was green and bloodshot.

"This leaf is called the blinding eye leaf..." Ting Di said, crushing the leaf, and the crushed leaf was blown away by the wind, and the finer it became.

A blinding leaf, a blinding leaf, it's that simple.

He listens to his heart, so when Mo Ya came, he asked in his heart if there was a way to escape.

Di Ting grabbed him by the collar, handed him a blinding leaf, and said in a very, very soft voice: "This leaf can create a false appearance, let's take this opportunity to escape."

Mo Ya disagreed, he knew Linhui, he knew that he was suspicious, and he would take revenge.

A real result must be given to him, so that Na Xu will be safe in the future.

So he used a blinding leaf to create a small illusion.

A vision of him gouging out the soul's eye with a bamboo stick.

The blinding leaf comes from Ksitigarbha, it can blind all eyes, the illusion is born from your heart, and lasts for a stick of incense, even the linden society is not immune, it is blinded by this leaf.

But Lime would be very suspicious. Mo Ya knew him well and knew that he would check.

And to create a lifelike soul eye, hold it in the hands of a powerful Pixiu, at a distance of just a few feet, but still not distinguish between true and false, such an illusion is not something that a mere blind eye can create.

So the soul eye that Tilia held in the palm of his hand and checked repeatedly was real.

At the moment when the illusion was formed, Mo Ya gouged out his soul eye by the way. He did it very carefully, leaving only a wound like a thin thread, which was covered by his hair, making it difficult to detect.

He's a masochist, it's okay if he lacks a mere soul eye.

And with Tai Sui in his body, the wound healed very quickly. This sesame-sized wound is estimated to heal soon.

Mo Ya is not very smart, but this play is well done and the arrangement is considered appropriate.

"There is actually a loophole in this, that is, he lacks the soul eye, which hurts the root, and the wound will not heal so quickly." Di Ting sighed: "But he is not a decent person in the first place, and he has nothing to do to grab one." The ground or something, it is estimated that it is easy to cover up."

Gao Shou was stunned for a long time, a little confused, not knowing what to say, finally sighed, and put the bamboo sticks in the luggage.

Sign the red soul eye, just like a bean of lovesickness.

Nasu will be out of trouble for a while.

Indeed, this is a top pick.

"The old emperor suddenly figured out that he will no longer punish you for your crimes, so Yanyun Temple can live in peace for the time being!"

After waking up, Na Xu heard the voice of Di Ting, with a very high pitch.

Na Xuzhi got up, except for a headache, he didn't feel any discomfort, so he rubbed his ears.

"I'm sorry, I'm already deaf, and deaf people have very loud voices!" Di Ting bent his crescent eyes.

Naxu snorted, saw a bamboo stick next to the pillow, and picked it up.

The top of Yanyun Temple is signed, and the words on it seem to be carved by Na Yan, and on it, a red bean-like thing is faintly shining.

"Whose soul eye is this?" Na Xu stretched out his finger, hesitating not to touch it, feeling a little blocked in his heart for no reason.

"Tiger King's." Di Ting said loudly, very straightforwardly: "In the scuffle before, the Tiger King tried his best to protect you. After it died, I dug out its soul eye and left you a souvenir."

"What about the Tilia Society?"

"He doesn't have any deep hatred with you, but he took money from the national teacher to work for him. Now that the national teacher said he didn't want your life, he would naturally stop."

Na Xu let out an oh, held the lottery in his palm, and stopped talking.

"My story is well-rounded?" After a while, Di Ting heard his voice and couldn't help it: "Where did I make up a story, this is the truth!"

Na Xu raised his head, didn't argue, just looked at him tenderly, his eyes were calm, but his eyes were trembling while watching him.

"No matter what you are hiding from me, I don't want to pursue it. I'm tired." In the end, he lowered his head and let go of listening.

Listening carefully, he felt that his heart was empty, as if he was not thinking about anything.

But his hand was still holding onto the bamboo stick.

Or his practice is too shallow, and he still can't understand the monk's thoughts.

"I'm very tired, because I can't sleep all the time." Naxu felt a little emotional again, and looked out the window: "It would be great if Qingluan was still there, he would sing me a song, and forget about all the troubles."

Qing Luan.

Hearing this name, Di Ting was a little stunned, stunned for a while and said: "Yeah, it must have been five years since he died, and even his soul is gone..., his voice like that will never be heard again. "

"It's been five years and one month. There's been a lot of trouble recently, and I didn't go to worship him on his anniversary. In two days, I'll go to his bird family." After a while, Na Xu, who was slow to react, finally responded. , waved to Diting: "You go, I want to sleep for a while."

So Di Ting left in fear, and at night received a report from the professional shadow guard Gao, saying that the monk was not particularly sad when he held the bamboo stick, but his eyes were open, it was midnight, and he didn't feel like falling asleep at all.

Some people can't sleep, some people sleep soundly.

Three days later, Na Xu finally put the lottery in the drawer, and when he was about to take advantage of the starry night to pay respects to Qingluan, Mo Ya was sleeping soundly with his legs crossed.

He seems to have changed his mind recently, except for the day he wrestled and knocked his head on the flat ground, he never felt sorry for himself.

Such a quiet resignation to fate is a bit like him who finally stopped struggling at the age of ten and gritted his teeth to accept his fate.

That's why the linden will be a little weak this night, and hearing him grind his teeth while falling asleep, he feels a little sad.

During this process, the national teacher with a broken arm came to visit and said something, but Mo Ya didn't wake up, and dreamed all the way until dawn.

When he woke up from the dream, he saw Tienhui sitting beside him, arms crossed, as if he wanted to say something.

"I have a sister."

As soon as he opened his mouth and said the first sentence, Mo Ya's eyes lit up like stars in the cold night.

"We are actually not orphans, we are from Xuzhou. When I was five years old and she was 12 years old, my mother got a mother-in-law tumor, which is the kind that grows in the brain and grows after being cut. This tumor is not very malignant, so my mother I was ill for a long time and spent a lot of money. Finally, my mother was going to die, and my father was very happy. My sister took me to the hospital to deliver meals, and he combed my hair in front of the mirror, that kind of shiny back hair."

"He's on a blind date. Although he doesn't have any formal job or money, he's good-looking, and there are still women who like him."

"Later my mother died, and my sister took me out of Xuzhou. She was 16 years old that year."

"She is very thin and not very strong, but she is very fierce. She once bit off the big ear that bullied me, and then lost another ear to others."

"She didn't read any books, so she was very paranoid, because I was brought out by her, so she was very defensive, more spoiled than my mother, and gradually spoiled me into a little hooligan."

"I always get into trouble, and she always wipes my ass. Because she is missing one ear, she always covers half of her face, so everyone calls her half pretty, and the female hooligan little bitch is half pretty."

"I love her, she is my only family."

When the words came to this point, they suddenly broke off. Tilia would fold her arms and look down at Mo Ya, waiting for him to comprehend.

"My parents...killed her?" Mo Ya probed, his face turned pale because he was finally one step closer to the truth.

"Want to know?" Lime would lean over, fingers twitching on his collarbone: "Then exchange things, you know from a young age, for you, there is no free lunch in this world."