Pick up a deity to cultivate a subject

"Meow~"

"Xihe Gu's kindness to you, I should take care of you once or twice. I heard that Gu's Gu Yuan's year is just right, the head of the Han family asked me to take a look at Han Ling, and she will come to propose marriage someday." Xue Huai was in a good mood. Caressing the white cat, Han Ling is no longer qualified to guard the flowers and bury the bones. As long as he adds fuel to the flames, he can keep this person by his side.

"Meow?"

The white cat blinked its amber cat eyes at Xue Huai, tilted its head, licked Xue Huai's fingers wet, jumped onto his lap and nestled into a ball, as if it felt cold, Xue Huai opened his front and put the white cat in his arms, his heart ached. After scratching a strange feeling, even if he turned into a cat, the arrogance of burying bones with flowers would never be manipulated like this.

"Seventeen? Do you recognize me?" Xue Huai lifted the white cat up, looked at the dazed eyes of the amber cat, his hands and feet were cold for a moment, and what appeared in his mind was Hua Feiqing's palm. The spirit of Qing's cultivation was not forced out, this is the biggest problem.

"Could it be—" Xue Huai frowned and recalled the details carefully. At the moment when the white light came on, there seemed to be someone in front of Hua Zanggu, with eyes covered in white silk...it was Hua Wenhai!It was Hua Wenhai who protected the broken spirit of the flower burial bone. The spirit in the white cat's body is probably less than one-third. Such a self-sacrificing Hua Wenhai, even if you die, you have to protect him. I underestimated you. I didn't expect that I had fooled Hua Feiqing and Hua Zangying, but you saw through it. It's really good.

Xue Huai squinted his eyes and smiled harmlessly, but everyone who knows him knows that he is the scariest. The calmer he is, the more furious he becomes. hands.

"Meow~" The pitiful call caused the coldness in Xue Huai's body to dissipate in an instant. The moist and innocent amber cat looked at Xue Huai. Xue Huai seemed to be pleased. He laughed and put the white cat back into his arms. Looking at the sharp claws of the white cat pressing on his chest, he didn't care about it. His incomplete spiritual consciousness was incomplete, and even if he wanted to do something, he still had more than enough energy.

Hua Zang Gu wakes up from his stupor, the sun shines through the shade of the tree, mottled one by one, the tip of his nose smells the fragrance of sunset flowers, Hua Zan Gu moves his hands, there seems to be someone under him.

"Seventeen, are you awake?" Hua Wenhai smiled and lowered his head, the splashed ink spread out, his face was itchy, Hua Zanggu smiled and dodged, and reached out to touch Hua Wenhai's eyes, it's okay, then It's just a dream, brother, his eyes are still there.

"It's okay, you don't need to dig out your eyes and give them to me." Hua Wenhai patted Hua Zanggu's head with a doting smile.

"Brother, I'm sorry!" Hua Zanggu put his arms around Hua Wenhai's waist and said in a low voice. There was a time when he would put his arms around Hua Wenhai's waist and say sorry every time he made a mistake. He will be angry with him, and he will not ignore him because he did something wrong, but will defend him regardless of right or wrong. However, such a person can no longer see him because of him.

"..." Hua Wenhai was stunned for a moment, leaning on the body of the big tree to relax, stroking Hua Zonggu's head, squinting to see the sunlight projected down, it was really dazzling.

"You, since you were young, you have always been in trouble. At that time, you had me and Zongying protecting you, so I didn't think so. But now, I and Zangying are not by your side. Feiqing is not so sophisticated, he is too impulsive, and he has good intentions." But it's always a bad thing." Hua Wenhai looked down at the coquettish Huabugu in his arms, and shook his head helplessly, "You are straightforward, you always suffer losses but you don't know it, you treat everyone equally well, but you don't know that the most beautiful person in the world Unpredictability is the human heart."

"I know." Hua Binggu said and raised his head, his eyes were as clear as the morning light, so bright that one couldn't bear to see them covered in dust, he grabbed Hua Wenhai's hand and rubbed it against his cheek.

"Xiyin will stay by your side from now on, instead of me—"

"I don't want it!" Hua Funeral Bone suddenly interrupted Hua Wenhai's words loudly, the clear sky became gloomy, he grabbed Hua Wenhai's hand vigorously, and said every word sincerely, "No one can replace you, Brother, there are not many people in this world who really love me and protect me, I don't want to lose you again, if something happens to you, I will not forgive myself even if I bruise myself."

"People, there is always death, and it's not like we won't see each other again." Hua Wenhai tapped Hua's brow, and the Xiyan flower bloomed and disappeared immediately. He was also reluctant. He is gone, who else in the world will miss his Seventeen, and who will protect his Seventeen unreasonably like him?

"I am the one who is wrong, and I am the one who deserves to be damned. Why are you the one who is punished and suffers? This is not fair, I don't agree!"

"There has never been justice in the world!"

"I do not care!"

"Nonsense!" Huawen Hai stared blankly at her dropped hand, the sound of the slap still remained in her ear, as if she had been hit hard, Hua Zanggu tilted her head, there were bloodstains at the corners of her mouth, her pale face Red and swollen palm marks clearly appeared on the palm, and there was a muffled sound from the gloomy sky, like a mournful cry, and the sunlight re-cast down. The two people who were close to each other were speechless for a long time. Even hands and feet became cold.

"...Does it hurt?" Hua Wenhai wanted to touch the side of Hua Zanggu's face with trembling hands, what's wrong with him?There was a voice in his heart asking, Hua Wenhai suddenly withdrew his hand and slapped himself backhand, there was no expected pain, Hua Zanggu grabbed his hand and pressed it to his face, tears streamed from the corners of his eyes, but He laughed again.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all." Hua Zanggu said and let go of Hua Wenhai's hand, stood up and stepped back step by step. He was still smiling and crying. There was nothing he could do, he couldn't stand up anymore.

The place where the legs were under the robe was empty, the spirit body was the true form of a person, Hua Zanggu finally understood what that strange feeling was, Hua Wenhai lost not only a pair of eyes, but also his legs, he actually used The illusory legs deceived everyone. If it wasn't for that slap, if it wasn't for the moment that came out of the corner of his eye, Hua Zonggu would never have thought of it anyway.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, it was my fault, it was all my fault..." Hua Zang Gu murmured, no amount of remorse, no amount of guilt could make up for the pain and suffering that Hua Wenhai had endured. implicated.

"Seventeen, can you come back? My brother is in trouble, why is he willing to beat you? It's my brother's mistake, can you come back and let him hug you?" Hua Wenhai panicked, and he was incoherent. Hai Wenya's shadow, Hua Zungu shook his head, something was flowing out of his eyes more and more violently, his pitch-black hair faded, lifeless gray and white started from his hair, his eyes, skin, and even his round fingertips became sharp.

In the center of the sea of ​​flowers, countless ghost energy gathered into a small vortex. A pale, bloodless hand stretched out from the center of the vortex. With a light pull, the space was twisted for a moment, and then it was torn apart. Hua Wenhai, who was sleeping soundly, came out from the inside, and the deep black resentment wrapped around him turned into a cloak to cover his body, the ghostly resentment that should have devoured everything is now carefully protecting the flowers...