Spring copy

The sun is out, the sun at noon in late winter and early spring is still so dazzling when you look up.

The linden whose spiritual power has been exhausted will lie on the ground, and it seems that it is difficult to even move.

Now that the ancient divine beast has become a mortal body, it doesn't even need anger anymore. It only needs Na Xu to pinch his throat and recite a few soul-breaking spells, and he will be wiped out from now on.

The cracks on the sword body of Fury began to spread from the middle, and where it passed, there was a faint burning smell.

"The Buddha must have said that you don't want to kill the useless people who can't resist." Tien Hui looked up at Na Xu with his neck raised.

"I have broken the Ten Commandments to the fullest, and the Buddha will punish me in the future, and I will accept it!"

"What if the Buddha's punishment for you is that you can never get back your Mo Ya?"

Na Xu moved forward, his steps were chaotic, but he remained unmoved, piercing his anger bit by bit into his chest.

"I still owe him the truth."

After a while, he said quietly again.

"You owe him a lot!"

"You will make it up to him, won't you?" Lime would sneer: "Monk, some cracks are deep, and no matter how much plaster you put on, they can't be repaired."

Nasu began to hesitate.

At this moment Linhui straightened his body and went to meet the furious soul, the blade of the sword pierced his back, and he also gathered the last spiritual power, his right hand turned into a beast shape, and his sharp claws pierced Naxu's chest.

""Spring Copy"!"

At the moment when the two were in a stalemate, the fury pierced into Tilia's body suddenly turned into black smoke, fell to the ground and turned into a human form, and opened his mouth to shout these two words.

Naxu twisted his body, broke free from the claws of the dying linden, and finally recognized that the naked person on the ground was Bai Ze.

"If the monk recites the soul-breaking mantra, you will die in agony. If you tell that secret, I will reward you and let you use the spring to cross your soul together!"

After breathing hard on the ground, Bai Ze ignored Na Xu, just lowered his head, coughing and talking to Tienhui.

Guan, who was standing far under the tree, got the message, and he couldn't calm down, so he quickly cleared his throat.

""Spring Copy"?" Linhui seemed to have been stumped at this time, and his reaction was a little slow: "You are talking about your family friend, Qingluan's Spring Copy?"

"That's right, and the fragments of Qingluan's voice are used, and he sings it himself."

"Divine Comedy Spring Copy, it is said that it can cross the spring breeze. It drives away evil spirits, crosses souls, and revives all things, including sleeping souls!" Tilia Hui looked at Na Xu, and although he was severely injured, his voice kept rising.

Na Xu's reflex arc was not long this time, and he immediately understood what he meant.

"He can still come back." Li Linhui vaguely said softly, with unclear emotions.

Nasu immediately turned to Bai Ze, asking his eyes for confirmation.

Bai Ze still didn't look at him, he was obviously guilty, he just covered his lips with his hands, and vomited blood.

"I know, that's what Qingluan left for you." Na Xu squatted down, looked at him, and obviously understood the situation: "I just want to ask you, besides Chunchao, is there anything in this world that can wake him up?" s things?"

"I'm not you." After being stared at by him for a long time, Bai Ze finally couldn't take it anymore, and raised his head, "I've always been stingy, and I have no kindness at all."

Na Xu didn't speak, just looked at him, full of worries.

"I'll use the good fruit of ten lives in exchange for you and Qingluan to get married in the next life. You know, I never lie."

"You have committed a lot of crimes in the previous life. If you gave up the good fruit of the ten lives, you are even a beast...Monk, he is not so good!"

"I have nothing more to give you."

Na Xu added, against the light, he looked at him with all his might.

Bai Ze was slightly taken aback.

I have nothing more for you.

When Qingluan showed his original form that day and gave him the fragment of the voice, he vaguely seemed to have said so.

"Monk." He sighed a little, "I tried it too. Although I haven't seen your future, I can feel that you..."

"No matter what the future holds, the monk is already obsessed and cannot let go."

Bai Ze said nothing more.

What is spring?

Qingluan said, it is awakening in every way, it is not suspicious, it is never leaving, it is traveling thousands of miles, and you will be there in the end.

If Qingluan was alive, he would also be willing to transcribe and sing the last spring song for this pair of idiots to listen to.

In this world, the last thing he can touch is Qingluan's will.

"The good fruit of the ten generations, I will get married with Qingluan in the next life, monk, you remember what you said."

Finally, he found a generous reason for his willful and narrow self.

"Also, let's end this guy, you and I join forces, there is no time to come back. You lost to him in your previous life, just because Lao Tzu was not around!"

Nasu nodded.

Bai Ze then got up, although it was very difficult, but he still walked away slowly against the light.

The scenery along the way was empty, and this was the first time he didn't feel cold when he was dying.

Not far away, Qingluan's appearance is not very real.

What is spring, is nothing more than seeking benevolence and gaining benevolence, doing everything possible, and finally standing opposite him.

With or without Soul Song, he has already arrived at his destination.

Bai Ze sneered, and at this moment he finally didn't mind anymore, he strode forward with his long legs, and walked towards him in the posture Qingluan was most familiar with.

"Since you are willing to give up Chunduhun for him, why bother to cling to the truth and leave him with regrets for the rest of his life?"

After Bai Ze left, Na Xuzhong looked at Lin Hui again.

Linden will bow its head and be stubborn.

The so-called truth, like all the scars that have been untied in the world, has a hideous appearance.

He's a good-for-nothing little bastard who was brought up by a pretty little bitch sister.

And Mo Ya's family is a medical family with deep roots, rich and powerful.

When the two families got married, there was no Mo Ya in this world.

That day he went out with his friends, took K fans, and was very excited. When he went back to the house, he saw her sister came back, holding an organ donation consent form in her hand.

Mo Ya's mother suffers from kidney failure and has panda blood, so she bid 200 million for her sister's left kidney.

"200 million..." My sister trembled as she held the piece of paper, "200 million! As long as you stop attracting fans, we can use the money to go back to Xuzhou, build a big grave for mom, and then set up a small supermarket. Live the rest of your life with peace of mind!"

He is a gangster and has fans, but that is his sister, the sister who brought him out since he was a child, and dared to drop someone's ear because of him.

The next day, he took the consent form and tore it to pieces in front of Mo Ya's father.

There were more than one letter of consent, and they were legally binding, but Mo Ya's father seemed benevolent and did not pursue the matter. Even two months later, he put the 200 million down payment into his sister's account.

"She doesn't like me forcing others, so I don't want your kidney anymore. I just hope that you can give birth to our child on her behalf. The price is still 200 million. She is running out of time. I hope you can complete her last wish."

That day, the man sitting in the Bentley knelt down in front of his sister, and said that he was so emotional and the offer was so good that it was impossible to refuse.

So, the fertilized egg that belonged to someone else entered his sister's belly like this, expanding his sister's belly day by day.

When he was free, he would often touch his sister's belly, put his ear to it, and listen to the kid writhe inside.

At that time, they got along very happily.

Nine months later, my sister gave birth to the baby by Caesarean section.The family took the child away, and the balance was immediately deposited into my sister's account, 200 million, which is a lot.

As a surrogate, this is already sky-high.But they didn't find anything unusual about it. They just felt that after giving birth, my sister would have been hospitalized for too long, and after being discharged from the hospital, her body recovered too slowly, which was incomparable to others who gave birth.

But at the end of the day, none of that matters.

According to the doctor, my sister suffered from severe postpartum depression.Later, she became crazy, going to other people's houses every day, squatting at the door of the magnificent villa, saying that she wanted to return her child.

During that time, my sister did do some outrageous things.The family began to move, and the sick mistress was frightened and was picked up by 120 more than once.

This kind of life didn't last long. My sister disturbed the people. After being taken away by the police for the tenth time, she never came out again.

An authoritative organization issued a certificate that my sister suffers from a manic mental illness, which endangers public safety and needs to be hospitalized for treatment.

The results of the so-called treatment in the mental hospital can be imagined. After all the suffering and a lot of drugs, my sister's spirit became more and more abnormal.

When he went to visit in the sixth month, my sister stopped talking, breathed on the glass, and then drew circles one after another in the water vapor with her finger.

He was mad at the time, forced his sister to leave the hospital, injured two nurses and a doctor, and the doctor ruptured his spleen on the spot.

He was sentenced to prison, and after three years in prison, he was released, and then went to a mental hospital, but the people there told him that his sister was dead.

There is no reason, and death is death. There are always patients in mental hospitals who commit suicide, and the hospital deeply regrets it.

The dean's tone was flat, and he turned around and asked the secretary to take him to collect his sister's ashes.

A small box with a thin skin and a large core board, a hole can be poked with a little force, and there is not even a photo on it.

It contained his sister.

His sister who ran away from home with his back on a rainy night, always carried him behind her back and protected him, and was inseparable from him.

Holding the box, he knelt down at the door of the hospital, crying like a child.

After an unknown amount of time, someone lightly patted his shoulder, and when he turned around, that person ran away quickly, leaving only a panicked back, who looked like a hospital nurse.

And at his feet, there was a greasy and dirty kraft paper bag.

Inside the bag, there is a brief description of the kind-hearted man, as well as my sister's relics.

A bed sheet covered in blood, the handwriting is messy, the preface does not match the afterword, and the same sentence is repeated over and over again.

When my sister was in the confinement room, she cut her wrist like this, dipped in blood to write, and wrote the same words over and over until all the blood in her body was drained.

There is another one, which is my sister's death certificate.

Originally, he was already numb and no longer crying. He was just dazed. He took out these two things and looked back and forth without eating, drinking or sleeping.

But at a certain moment, his mind came back a little, and when he looked at the appraisal certificate again, he discovered the secret that had been hidden for a long time.

The blood analysis of the deceased was normal, the left kidney was missing, and other than the internal organs, there were no abnormalities...

Missing left kidney!

These four words were like thunder, and he jumped up from the stool.

Then, all the investigations went smoothly.

The lady of the family apparently recovered, and later even gave birth to a child of her own.And the day when she received a kidney transplant was the day after her sister's caesarean section.

There is no doubt that my sister had a caesarean section that day, and more than one child was taken out of her body.

He went crazy and ran to make a fuss. After several negotiations, the lawyer, who is an indispensable character in the dog blood drama, appeared on the stage.

The lawyer didn't wear a suit, and his face was not hideous. When he saw him, he sighed and handed him a document.

It was an organ donation consent form signed by his sister, obviously a photocopy.

"They are all liars, my sister didn't donate voluntarily!" He tore up the consent form for the second time and threw it in the lawyer's face.

"Who can prove it?" The lawyer was calm.

"My sister is not crazy!"

"Who can prove it?"

"They beat my sister to death!"

"Who can prove it?"

He was furious and raised his fist to beat him, but the man held his elbow firmly in his palm.

"50." Holding his elbow, the lawyer took out a check from his pocket, "I'm giving you this money purely out of sympathy. Among the rich and powerful, my client is not aboveboard, but he is not the most filthy either."

He yelled, eyes wide open.

"Before I got my lawyer's license, I used to blow sand on the construction site, so I was very strong." The lawyer continued to hold his right hand tightly, looking into his eyes: "This experience made me understand that in this world, Ants have no right to speak. I advise you, from the bottom of my heart, I hope you will not become your second sister."

He accepted the check and found the family's residence, so he wrapped himself up and squatted in front of his house like a madman.

At that time, it was rainy, and the rain kept lingering on the ground, slowly cooling him from the outside to the inside.

After a while, a boy came out with an umbrella and a banknote in his hand.

The boy was amazingly beautiful, with pure eyes that were so dark that they turned blue.

At that time, his name was not Mo Ya.

"Mom called me over, and I'll give you these, and tell you to be careful about getting sick from the cold." He said in a childish voice.

His mother was behind the window, looking kindly, nodding slightly at him.

She didn't know, obviously, she didn't know anything, and she didn't know what her life was bought for, so her brows and eyes were so open, without any hostility.

He and his relatives lived such blood and tears, but she didn't know anything, standing behind the window, watching her children do good to strangers with joy.

This time, he didn't go crazy or cry, but silently accepted the umbrella and money, and said thank you.

In this world, ants have no right to speak.

He got up, told himself.

It is only a moment when a person has evil thoughts in his life and never looks back.

In sister's blood letter, the most repeated sentence is to hope that baby Xiaonan, and myself, will be together forever.

So he abducted the child, named him Mo Ya, cut off his past, and gave him an adult gift: let him kill his parents with his own hands.

Before Mo Ya pulled the trigger, he called the woman and told her who the man standing in front of her was.

It's a pity that he couldn't see her expression.

He never thought that she was innocent, but she committed a crime without knowing it, and was not tortured by her conscience. Her crime was the heaviest.

He fulfilled his promise, took his sister's ashes with him, and lived with Mo Ya all the time, and the family lived together.

He took revenge and used the most venting way.

He became a strong man, with an expressionless face, and trampled those ants to death under his feet.

Everything was under control, the only little accident was that he fell in love with Mo Ya.

This is the truth.

The monk over there threatened and begged, hoping that he would tell the truth.

"If you tell me, will I be able to live?" He raised his head and looked at Na Xu.

The monks do not lie.

He was going to die, the difference was nothing more than how he died, whether it was sad or not.

So should he tell the sad, pitiful truth?Tell Mo Ya that the hateful person also has pitiful qualities, and his hatred is not without reason.

Then again?

He was dead, gone.In the first year, Mo Ya would still hate him.In the second year, he remembered the whole story and couldn't help but sigh.In the third year, the love and hatred faded away, and he finally let go of it. When he thought of him occasionally, he just turned his head and sighed.

No!This is not the ending he wanted.

Whether he lives or dies, at the very least, he can become a thorn in his heart that cannot be removed.

"Get him back, let him continue to hate me, as long as he lives, he will hate me as long as possible."

He made up his mind, he didn't need to do anything, he stretched out his hand, held the heart, and squeezed the heart to pieces with a sudden force.

The quickest way to die, the secret will be buried forever.

He has never regretted it, and if he decides, he will never look back.

The sky and the earth were dark yellow, and the sun was shining brightly. He raised his head, his right eye was still afraid of light, facing the wind, and shed the last line of long tears.