Reading The Remnants (Wen Guan)

“Sleep.” Lingheng said.

Tu Yaoyao saw nothing, only a misty light squinted in his eyes, and there was a white shadow in the light, which was the same as a **** red mole on the side of his neck.

Sleep… This Ling Heng’s voice is really **** good.

Youngest Tu vomited a mouthful of blood and wanted to ask her, where is Li Shi?

Li Shixi, who was beaten so that he could only breathe in and out of breath, was dead, right?

I heard that there is a cigarette stall in Sijiucheng. The owner of the cigarette stall is thin and weak, with a sluggish look. His hair is short and can’t cover his neck. It looks like a dog with bangs. It’s long and short. With drooping eyes, an old melon hat on top of his head is kind of funny.

Her surname is Li, and she has always been such a boy and girl, without a name, and ranked eleventh.

Li Shiyi had an abominable face, his old coat was washed white, and the electric light was only willing to put it in the warehouse. He didn’t like to talk, but his heart was very soft.

Li Shiyi is very capable and has a good craftsmanship for asking coffins. He is not afraid of demons and ghosts, and smiles like a clear spring breeze.

Li Shiyi doesn’t like bacon, he likes to eat salted duck eggs, especially the one next to Chengnan Baozi Shop. If she asks for two, she will be able to take her eyes back by an inch.

Youngest Tu laughed, then sighed again.

He just wanted to say nothing. He just wanted to call the Bodhisattva to kill the ghost woman, but at this moment he felt that if Li Shi was still there, stop fighting, run away and live in peace.

If Li Shiyi is gone, he and this Lingheng Bodhisattva are not familiar with him, and he is even more embarrassed to ask her to do the trick.

He was reckless in his life, and his thoughts before his death were even more chaotic. He couldn’t even put out a few words in a tear-jerking parallelism. He only uttered one sentence: “Xiao Nineteen.”

Did not dare to mention Sishun, did not dare to mention the mother-in-law.

Even timid to death.

When the last breath fell, it was very quiet, and even the clouds in the sky did not move a bit. There is no more trivial way to die. It seems that there is no need to cry for mourning. Song XIX lay under the dragon’s claws with all his energy and blood in his chest. With a twitch like a dilapidated bellows, his red eyes stared in the direction of Tu’s youngest, teardrops rolled down from the corner of his eyes, flowing like a small stream.

She didn’t have the strength to mourn, so she could only choke her nose, watched Tu’s body gradually stiffen, and finally settled in a hasty and embarrassing sitting posture.

Her lifeless eyeballs were stained with dust and bloodshot, and finally blinked overwhelmedly, and then moved her pupils like a puppet.

Ling Heng walked towards her. She was so clean in the chaotic scene that she reminded her of the first time she ran into Li Shixi who had washed her hair when she was young.

A Yao’s wheel moved, it was obvious jealousy, Jiaolong felt a sense, let go of his paws, so that Heng Wei glanced at the two of them, walked straight to Song XIX, squatted down, and hugged her in his arms.

She has a slightly lighter scent than the epiphany, her clothes are cool, her fingers are cool, one arm is around her waist, the other hand’s sleeve covers her ragged waist and abdomen, the palms stop on her wet with tears Ears.

Song Jiu stared at her motionlessly. Her features were very similar to those of Li Shi’an, but her outline was more delicate and round, without the sharp bones in the lower jaw.

Naturally, it is no longer easy to see whether she is angry or not.

Song Nineteen’s body tightened for an instant, but it was extremely relaxed at the moment when Heng raised his eyes to look at her. Her eyes were gentle and familiar, not the coldness of leaning against the fence that day, but a little pile of lower eyelids. When I got up, my brow was slightly raised, and there was uncontrollable distress inside.

Her beautifully curved lips are pursed, and the corners of her mouth are slightly downwards. This movement is cold and restrained, exactly the same as Li Eleven.

Song Nineteen suddenly became aggrieved, and she choked up and called her: “Eleven.”

She is eleven or eleven.

When Ling Heng heard her, the tip of her eyebrows trembled lightly, then he patted her on the back and whispered to her: “Don’t cry.”

There is no more brief comfort than this. Song Jiu put his head on her chest, feeling that he had become a little beast of the Lord, only able to rub the hair on her clothes, leaving something self-evident. Lingering.

She felt that Ling Heng patted her three or two without hurriedly, then put her down, straightened up and looked at A Yao not far away, and glanced at the rather restless dragon, and then she closed her eyes. Holding the Yingluo on the Shen Tu Ling in his hand, he cleaned the knot and nodded to A Yao, “A Yao.”

Ayao’s calm hand shrank at her knees, and then tilted her head to the Jiaolong, causing it to retreat behind her, cooling her pupils and taking a leisurely look at Ling Heng, before driving the wheelchair forward and stopping before Ling Heng. Two or three meters away, he smiled and said, “Aheng.”

If it weren’t for Song Jiu’s blood flow, if it weren’t for the eyes of Tu’s youngest boy on the side, it would have been a long-lost greeting of reunion.

A Yao opened her mouth again, and contained the sound of “Don’t come and be safe” in her illness.

Ling Heng didn’t speak any more, only glanced around roughly, Shen Tu Ling’s Ying Luo swept across the cuffs, one by one.

The less hurried she was, and the calmer the wind and waves, A Yao became more panicked, and opened her eyes horizontally: “This sick village is infected with the disease, and for my own reason, as the **** of punishment, I stand on top of your mountain separately. , Do your own job, you shouldn’t interfere.”

“Don’t interfere.” Ling Heng shook his head and whispered.

A Yao’s panic added a little more, the white silk in her hand was wrapped around again, and after a while, she said again: “Today I found someone who changed their fate against the sky and killed all the pests in Hecun. He was so self-willed. , I am lawful.”

Ling Heng looked up at her, but did not answer.

A Yao breathed up and down, still smiling, but her back teeth gradually tightened: “When I rushed over, I realized that it was your little candle dragon pet messing up, so I can’t help but admonish one or two.”

“Admonishment?” Lingheng asked her flatly.

Turning his head and glanced at the scars all over Song Jiu’s body.

A Yao’s gaze followed her, and she understood when Ling Heng’s gaze stayed for the third second. She grabbed her smile very quickly and raised a mocking corner of her mouth. Her voice swallowed in her throat and asked quietly. Ling Heng: “Do you want revenge?”

She tapped the wheelchair armrest twice, and behind her, the dragon was like a towering giant tree with its tentacles floating in the air, ready to fight to the death. And she moved her muscles and bones, only stretched her arms and yawned gracefully, but it was a swaying tiger roar.

The howling sound was like a buzzing thunder, splitting people’s eardrums to pieces. The long-dead Tuoyao’s ears were filled with red blood, and even Song Nineteen couldn’t help but vomit half a mouthful of blood. But standing in the whistle, the robe grows like a shallow wind.

A Yao smiled and said, “If I fight to the death, I may not have no chance of winning.”

Ling Heng shook his head: “You have no chance of winning.”

Before A Yao could refute, she added: “This is one of them.”

“Second?” A Yao arched her back.

Ling Heng said, “You dare not.”

A Yao put her hands on the armrests, her wrists facing upwards, her tight skin was pale to almost transparent, and she could see the veins flowing quietly inside.

Ling Heng glanced at her leg and lifted the corner of her mouth. She didn’t know if it could be called a smile. She paused before saying, “Why did you want to call a dead hand before I returned?”

What kind of admonishment candle dragon, it is just an introduction, it is the fate of Taishan Mansion in front of him.

A Yao’s face was a little more bleak than before, and even her breathing was as thin as an unbroken thread. She relaxed her back and leaned on the back of the wheelchair, looking at Ling Heng with a smile.

Lingheng took a small step forward, then stopped, and whispered softly: “I’ll speak for you.”

A Yao saw her indifferent lips closing together, and said three words.

Zhou Mu Wang.

“Yao Chi Amu Qi opened the window, Huang Zhu sang and mourned.

Eight horses travel 30,000 miles a day, so why not come back to King Mu? “

A song called “Yao Chi” by Li Shangyin is about the king of Zhou Mu’s westward expedition to Kunlun, meeting with Kunlun goddess Yaochi, and getting immortality.

“Back then, you and King Mu had a happy relationship. In order to stay together, you took the elixir to make him live forever. Chaos was furious, and ordered Taishan Mansion to detain King Mu’s soul. But back then, I went to Kunlun alone and captured King Mu.”

The goddess in front of her eyes finally had some look in her listless eyes, as if a craftsman who was good at drawing dragons put her eyes on her.

“You refused to accept it and rebelled against Chaos for King Mu. As a result, you broke your legs and can only live in a wheelchair.”

The young girl who was full of energy back then, a Kunlun cultivating straight up to the Nine Layers of Heaven, the heavens and the earth paled and the mountains and rivers trembled, and the severed leopard tail was thrown into the South China Sea, smashing huge waves and turbulent waves.

“Chaos sentenced you to be punished, spread the plague, watched the life, old, sick, and died, and because of fear that you will regenerate evil intentions, Taishan Mansion will confine King Mu’s soul to purgatory and prevent it from reincarnation, so as to contain it.”

A Yao looked at Ling Heng who was expressionless, and she didn’t know if she was thinking of Yao Chi’s greedy old man, or she heard the unattainable wind at the bottom of Taishan Mansion in her sleeves.

When did she realize that she had become paranoid, bloodthirsty, and regarded people as ants as weeds? Can not remember.

“therefore.”

Therefore, she wanted to use the candle dragon to cause chaos, take the opportunity to miss Lingheng, and then explore the Taishan Mansion to release King Mu’s soul.

Before Ling Heng finished the second half sentence, he still looked at her with breezy eyes.

“Aheng,” A Yao looked at her with a low eyebrow and smiled, “I can’t kill you.”

“Are you going to kill me?” She coughed a few times and asked Lingheng with a smile.

Ling Heng shook his head: “Don’t kill.”

She started the fight against the epidemic and disturbed the cleanliness of others, so she should bear it. What’s more, the human world and Taishan Mansion check and balance each other, and undercurrents are surging. At this moment, if the Queen Mother of the West is excluded, there will be great chaos.

A Yao seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and the head boy took a close look at the ground after the storm was raging. The farce was about to end in a way that was unexpected. The sick people in the mountain villages were first cleared of the disease and fell into a coma. When they wake up tomorrow, they will be a sleepy sleep. No one can know what happened tonight.

After all, mortals are small, mortals are ignorant, and mortals are happy.

She raised her hand and summoned the Jiaolong back, saying goodbye to Ling Heng’s head.

Before turning around, she heard the cold female voice behind her: “There is one more thing.”

A Yao turned her head and saw Ling Heng glanced at Tu’s youngest corpse, and said to Jiaolong: “Your claws, stay.”

The author has something to say:

Li Shangyin’s “Yao Chi”: A mother Qi of Yao Chi opens the window and Huang Zhu sings mournfully. Eight horses travel 30,000 miles a day, so why not come back to King Mu?