Chapter 4080

It's a pity that other things can be easily understood. They are intelligent and excellent. Only when they come to cook, they always give the old man unexpected surprises.

"Get out! Get out!" So that every time ranbai went to the kitchen, the old man raised his eyebrows, complained about picking up a little ancestor, and changed patterns to cook for ranbai.

At the foot of the mountain, by the river, there is a wooden house.

Life is enough.

"Grandpa." Dyed white tilted her head, holding dishes and chopsticks, smiled and asked, "what is the world like?"

"It's a long story!" When the old man was young, he was also a capable man. He talked about his stories one after another and often forgot the time.

One likes to brag and the other likes to listen.

That time was the most relaxing day of ranbai's life.

So that later, I dare not think about it again.

Human joys and sorrows are so simple that it's good to have company. The old man is old, but his body is strong. He takes dyed white as his own daughter to hurt. Knowing that she is afraid of cold, he also picked up a needle and thread to make a dress for her. Unfortunately, it's so crooked that it's difficult to look directly at it.

Dyed white is wearing it as a baby. She said with a smile that she likes it.

It is said that human beings are afraid of blood clan, but from the day they picked up dyed white, the old man, whether dyed white, human or demon, regarded him as his own child.

Later, ranbai thought, if only she didn't go out that day, if only she didn't go up the mountain that day, and if only she drowned in the river.

Anyway, anyway, as long as you don't meet him.

Don't disturb his leisure.

Just fine.

It was a rainy day.

The light rain kept annoying.

After all, Xuewei found ranbai and surrounded the wooden house with weapons one layer inside and one layer outside, so that the old man could hand them over.

The old man is stubborn. He hasn't been threatened by anyone at such an old age. Where is he willing?

He was not tall, and his back was bent a little. He showed his old state, but he firmly protected ran Bai behind him. He said fiercely, "what are you going to do? Do those people want you to go back or your life! Stay here honestly!"

Later

Then

I don't know why there was a dispute, how the scene was so chaotic, and who shot the arrows.

Dye Bai's eyes watched the cold light through the old man's thin body!

Fresh blood splashed on the dyed white face.

Warm.

Fresh.

The old man who was still in high spirits in the morning picking medicine with her fell into a pool of blood. When he looked at the direction of dyeing white, he seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't say a word!

At a certain moment, the world suddenly quieted down.

There was no sound.

Dead silence.

Those people were stunned and did not move!

No one really wants to kill people, and I don't know who moved his hand!

This, this has nothing to do with them! It was the old man who ran into him to die!

yes.

It has nothing to do with them.

The old man used to coax ranbai to sleep at night. He kindly and peacefully said to her, "people's life is very short, only for decades. Grandpa will go in the future. Don't be afraid. You should live safely and live well."

He can still live a long time

It's all her.

It's all because of her!

Everything.

It's all her!

"She is the nemesis!"

"She's already dead."

"Did you hear that those people were killed by her..."

"Why do you say she's still alive?"

Once heard gossip, cone heart piercing, trance echoed in my ears.

"Ah --!" The whole world was destroyed in front of us. All beliefs collapsed, stained white fell to the ground, splashed with blood, trembled uncontrollably all over, and issued a sharp cry of despair from the depths of the chest, all repressed, persistent and gushing out.

Like a madman.

The shrill voice echoed in the valley. It was creepy for a long time.

She hates me!

She hates me!

Who should she hate?

Is this the world? Or these people? Or is it herself?

What the hell is she?

What kind of person do you want to be?

How naive and ridiculous are those young wishes?

She stayed too long in the dark days, happy and desperate again and again.

In prison, trapped in nightmares and at a dead end, I went around for a long time and returned to where I was. I couldn't survive, I couldn't die, and I couldn't find an answer.

She's going crazy.

It's really going crazy.

damn.

Damn everyone!

too dirty.

It's so dirty.

It's all ruined.

Completely indulge, when a monster, why not?!!

Those people looked at dye white in panic. Their eyes were like looking at a virus. They stepped back for several steps. The momentum erupted from the half-aged child was frightening.

If there were no sir at that time, ranbai would really go crazy, kill everyone, and then kill herself.

In the continuous rain and fog, blood blooms roses in the dirt, and the world is silent.

The man came to her step by step, holding a red oil paper umbrella and rustling in white.

The oil paper umbrella tilts.

Covered the cold rain.

He stopped in front of her.

Behind him, there was continuous rain and fog, high mountains and flowing water.

The childe is more than 20 years old. He has teeth, scallops and vermilion lips. He mistook his life at a glance.

He picked her up and said, "I'm your teacher. You can call me sir."

The sound is like a loose wind, high and slowly leading, which directly teaches people to be sober.

He saved her.

Curbed the blood fog that should have spread in the valley, curbed a completely degenerate madman, and carefully taught her to lead her to a completely different road.

Then they returned to the blood clan.

He accompanied her to erect a tombstone, to say peace to her, and to accompany her year after year.

"I still don't know who killed Grandpa. The murderer is among those people." Ranbai leaned against the tombstone and carefully depicted the edges and corners of the tombstone with her fingertips. This is an unknown tombstone. She didn't know her name until she died. She whispered, "Grandpa is so kind to me, but I can't avenge him."

Know, know.

But what?

The arrow shot in disorder can't find any trace. No one admits who killed someone. Maybe the murderer ran away, maybe the murderer hid in it, and maybe the murderer watched her laugh wildly somewhere.

And there's nothing she can do.

Can only look pale again and again.

Ranbai really wanted to kill everyone present. If there were no sir, she would have done so long ago.

"The old man has a spirit in heaven, and I don't want you to be in prison because of him." He said.

I know all this.

But in the end

It's hard to calm down.

Mr. came forward, bent his knees at the next moment, knelt respectfully in front of the tombstone, dressed in plain clothes and straightened his back, and saluted the people in the tombstone.

"Please rest assured that from now on, I will protect her year after year and all her life."

The light wind blew and the treetops shook.

"Let's go." The man was as white as snow. He was always peaceful and tolerant. He was gentle to all sentient beings and stretched out his hand to her.

The sunset is ten.

Sir led her down the mountain.

In the days to come, my husband did protect her everywhere as he swore.

He taught her to accept remaining hatred, avoid coquettish anger, and reform, change her temperament, stop falling in love with the passing water, turn back from the sea of suffering, and realize Lanyin early.