Goodbye, Friends Book [comprehensive]

There is a big difference between monsters and humans. After all, no human being can survive being torn in half.But monsters are different, as long as they are strong enough, they can heal alive even if they are torn in half.

Song Yangli is a big monster. Although he is not invincible, there are not many who can beat him.There are two ways to make a body for my brother. One of them is to use half of my own body to repeat it. The chance of success is high, and the sequelae are also great. If the body is divided into two halves, my own strength will naturally be divided into two, and it will take a long time. Time to recuperate, he does not guarantee that no enemies will come to him during the weak period, so he has never dared to use this method.

"Do not!!!!!!!!!"

A miserable voice came out of the black dog's mouth, and the huge separated wound was continuously bleeding out. He looked at his mutilated body in disbelief, looked at Song Yangli again, and then rushed up.

Song Yangli seemed to have expected the other party's thoughts, and jumped to the side enduring the severe pain, took a deep breath, concentrated the whole body's demon power to the wound, let it grow rapidly, and returned to its original appearance in less than half a minute, and then instantly turned into a huge black Sea dog, roaring at each other.

The deal is done, seeing that Songyang is desperate, "he" can only give up the idea of ​​combining the two into one, recount his own body completely, stare at the other party with a pair of red eyes, and let go of "I will come back again" viciously. !" With these words, he turned into a cloud of black smoke and fled in embarrassment.

Songyang thought about the brotherhood and did not go after him. He was relieved to see "he" completely out of sight, and lay weakly on the ground, motionless, as if he was about to die.

After confirming that there was no danger, Madara and Natsume jumped into the water. The tennis ball jumped out of his pocket and rolled to the side of Matsuyori's head like a shell. Lin Xiaolin opened the tennis ball and looked at him with a worried expression.

Natsume and Madara glanced at each other, the latter let out a long breath, bit the flesh on Shoyangli's neck, let Natsume ride on his back, Lin Xiaolin nested on his head, and flew into the sky.

Flying over the sea in less than 10 minutes, Madara unceremoniously let go and threw Matsuyori down.

"Plop!" With a sound, huge waves splashed high.

Natsume has been in a state of surprise until now, because he really didn't realize that the opponent's prototype is actually a sea dog! ?

"He has been away from the ocean for too long, and his strength is not as good as before. In addition to the half that has just been separated, it is the best way for him to rest in the water for a period of time." Madara explained.

"Won't there be other monsters to trouble him?" The bloody smell just now, especially in this kind of big monster, in the food chain where the strong eat the weak, the small fish eat dried shrimps, and the big fish eat small fish. With such a serious injury, there will definitely be monsters who will take advantage of it.

"I'm here to guard him." Madara sighed: "It would be great if there was that brat around, and make up the spirit gathering array, maybe he will recover faster."

"The field... sir?"

"Ah."

"Mr. Cat, I will set up the spirit gathering array."

"Oh?"

"Oh?" Madara seemed a little surprised, "The kid taught it?"

"Ah."

"Then you cloth."

"it is good."

Natsume's schoolbag contains not only books and friend account, but also a small sketchbook specially prepared for this situation.

He bit the pen cap and pulled out the pen, quickly drew a few runes on the notebook, then tore off his index finger and middle finger, and added the mantra silently: "By my order, gather the aura of all things, in the name of keeping the name, solidify the root, and heal it." Vitality, open!!"

Natsume flicked the talisman paper forward, and it was not blown away by the strong sea wind, but spontaneously circled the city in a circle, frowning, biting his finger and throwing a piece of blood into the middle of the circle, shouting: " get together!"

The wind slowly flew towards the drop of blood in the middle of the talisman with strands of aura, and slowly, the bright red blood turned into pale gold.

The gleaming golden blood drop was wrapped in talisman paper into the size of a ball, fell into the sea, and merged into Song Yangli's body.

The powerful spiritual power in Natsume's body is what many monsters dream of. Seizing and voluntary are two consequences. The worst of the former is to die, and the lightest is to be unable to merge and repel, and the latter is to completely absorb and become stronger.

Pure spiritual power can only be controlled by pure people. Naturally, monsters who plunder by force cannot be fused. Even a drop of blood, the spiritual power contained in it cannot be underestimated. Coupled with the gathering spirit array, Song Yangli can't hurt It will be fully restored in two days, and even if the strength does not return to its peak period, it is still two-thirds.

You will not be afraid of being approached by the enemy.

Natsume returned to Ninzu's house alone. Fortunately, he had greeted Ninzu in advance, otherwise they would have to worry again.

Mr. Mao was guarding Song Yangli by the sea, and Lin Xiaolin was brought home by him.

After dinner, Natsume picked a few flowers in the yard. Natsume returned to the bedroom, lay on the bed and put the tennis ball beside the pillow. He stared at the pale ceiling and asked Lin Xiaolin, "Mr. Lin, do you hate Mr. Songyang?"

"I don't know." A muffled voice came from inside the tennis ball, Lin Xiaolin curled up inside the ball, frowning and pouted.

After hating for ten years, he realized that he hated the wrong person, but his death was indeed related to the other person, and now he has paid the price. Lin Xiaolin didn't know whether he should hate or not.

So he thought about it, climbed out of the tennis ball, picked up the flowers that Natsume had prepared for him as if to vent his anger, and chomped hard.

Natsume just watched Lin Xiaolin burp after eating a few flowers.

"Actually, I should know that he wasn't the one who killed me back then."

Lin Xiaolin said this in silence for a while.

"Know?"

"Ah."

In ten years, people will see many things. When he died, he hated Song Yangli very much. He wanted to kill him, but he was powerless. Broken cans, smashed, don't care what he does.

Although it is a pity and self-blame to not be able to see my parents, relatives and friends again, and not to be able to take care of them for their retirement, but ten years have passed, and the strong family relationship at the beginning has now faded to the point where I only feel uncomfortable when I think about it occasionally.

It was normal for Lin Xiaolin to know Songyangli for half a month, but it was only in the ten years after his death that he gradually realized the strangeness of the other party.

When observing Shoyang Li secretly, I found that the other party would sometimes talk to himself inexplicably, saying something that he didn't understand before, but now he understands it very clearly.

One body and two souls, which were only seen in novels before, actually exist in reality.

Lin Xiaolin knew that Song Yangli was a monster, otherwise, how could ordinary people squeeze and explode the tennis ball into that distorted shape, even a strongman couldn't do it.

Since Song Yangli didn't say anything, he didn't point it out either.

He suspected that the murderer was someone else, because he couldn't figure out why the other party wanted to kill him. If he wanted to kill him, it was impossible for a majestic big monster to use sleeping pills to take the life of a human being, but he couldn't find it. There is enough evidence to prove that Song Yangli is not the murderer. He has seen the strength of the other party, and he also knows the consequences of monsters if they attack humans. There is a reincarnation of cause and effect in the world. He has seen the miserable end of monsters after they attack innocent humans.

He hated Song Yangli for killing him, but he thought that he might not be the one who was lucky. To be honest, now that he knew the murderer was not him, Lin Xiaolin was relieved.

"I hate him and I can't forgive him, but I pity him and pity him."

"what about now?"

"I'm worried about him. Even though I know he'll be fine, I still care about him and want to ask him if it hurts or if it hurts."

Natsume stretched out his index finger and rubbed his little head: "Want to see him?"

"Well, I really want to."

"Then go, speak clearly what you have to say, and continue to hate what you should hate after speaking. We can't let him have no chance of redemption."

"En!" Lin Xiaolin nodded vigorously.

At the beginning, I didn't give the other party a chance to explain, so I must make it clear this time.

As expected, Song Yangli's injury healed in the afternoon of the day after tomorrow. That day happened to be Sunday. He came to the back garden of Natsume's house and looked at Lin Xiaolin who was drinking tea with Natsume. He didn't know whether to go forward or just stand still. .

The escaped "he" ended badly, their enemies took "him" for him, the smell of blood was too strong and attracted a group of other monsters, big and small, "he" was outnumbered, and finally his body was completely swallowed up by those monsters.

Although it is a bit sentimental, but the matter finally passed, since they regarded "him" as him, then the big monster Matsuyo Ri was completely dead, and only he survived, protecting Natsume's little-known "little" monster.

"Master Natsume, I'm here to fulfill my promise." Walking quickly in front of Natsume, Matsuyoli knelt down on one knee, put his right hand on his chest and said sincerely: "Songyangli is dead, please choose a name for me Bar."

Natsume was stunned for a moment, looked down at Lin Xiaolin, and found that the other party seemed to be so angry that his face was buried in the teacup, but he didn't look at them, so he smiled embarrassedly and said: "Heizhu, is this name okay? ?”

"Of course!" A black word was imprinted on the center of his forehead like a symbol, and now he called Heizhu got up, turned his eyes to look at Lin Xiaolin, wanted to speak but didn't know what to say, he could only stand there in embarrassment.

The small belly looked like a bottomless pit, Lin Xiaolin finished drinking a cup of tea that would allow him to take a bath, wiped his mouth and turned to look at Heisuke, curled his lips and said, "Who are you, Uncle Monster."

Heizhu was stunned for a moment, and Natsume couldn't help laughing; "Heizhu, this is Lin Xiaolin."

Only then did Heizhu react, and quickly said: "My name is Heizhu, it's the first time we meet, please give me your advice."

"My name is Lin Xiaolin. It's the first time we meet. Please give me some advice, uncle!"

"it is good."

When we met for the first time, we got to know each other again.

Song Yangli who killed me is dead, although I still can't forgive you, but I can try to be friends with you again.

After all, except for that half month, I haven't seen your smile once in ten years.

Heizhu-kun, you are very lonely.