Chapter 89

Jiang Lin was very happy, just like a child who got a gift. He felt as if he had entered a fairyland.

But soon he heard the quarrel.

Then there was a scream.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw a man with long hair like a waterfall.

Her lips slightly open, shaking said: "little master!"

After seeing the body on the bed, he took a cool breath.

"Little master, he is..." her voice is lower and lower, because Yang Fan is staring at her.

She looked at her dress and had to close the collar.

"Wang shisan missed you very much."

Jiang Lin's eyes are empty. She will protect her chest with her hands.

"Am I dirty?"

Yang Fan shook his head, "lotus root is born in the mud, although it looks very dirty, but its heart lacks incomparable purity."

Jiang Lin tears in the corner of her eyes, "let me think about it, OK?"

Yang Fan overlooks Jiang Lin, a little woman who should have been happy, but now she looks like this.

"If you are bullied, just remember to hold my name."

Jiang Lin said thank you with a smile.

"Can you help me to buy a dress? I don't want to see him like this. "

Yang Fan nodded.

He went out, lying outside a dozen bodies, he did not go into the city at the first time, but toward a stinking place.

Where you go, it's a hole.

There is a whole corpse gas grass outside the pit. This kind of grass lives by absorbing corpse gas. It usually grows on the head of the tomb, which can ensure that the corpse will not rot for about a month.

The hole was full of women's bodies.

Their death looks very strange, they are all naked, ferocious faces, struggling hands, they must die in great pain.

There is a small hole in their chest, which is their fatal wound.

The rest of the wounds are not fatal.

Yang Fan noticed that there were many small holes in the body at the bottom, and the skin was rotten.

Yang Fan looked at the tent behind him and left.

Through the door of the tent, Jiang Lin also saw Yang Fan. They looked at each other for a while.

She understood.

She washed the bloody hairpin with wine and wiped the water on it with a white cloth.

Put on the bed, waiting for the arrival of Yang Fan.

Waiting for a long time, she did not wait for Yang Fan, but for a woman with two balls on her head.

The woman looks smaller than her. She carries a big red robe on her shoulder. She hangs the big red robe on the shelf. A man carrying a bucket comes in.

After putting down the bucket, the man left.

Jiang Lin is especially grateful. She looks at Yang Fan and thinks in her heart that it would be better if Yang Fan came back earlier.

She didn't care, because she also knew the world.

Swallowing clothes, revealing the body full of scars, head with two balls of a girl pestle, how would not have thought Jiang Lin's body will have such a heavy injury.

Han Ruolan bathes her and cleans her turbid body.

Comb her hair, comb away her troubles.

When giving her a hairpin, Jiang Lin asks Han Ruolan to put the white hairpin on her bed.

The head of the hairpin is engraved with Phoenix and Phoenix. Phoenix's glasses are a hole, and a pendant is tied in the small hole. The pendant looks like a leaf, but it doesn't look like a leaf.

Han Ruolan took the hairpin and pushed it carefully into the curly hair.

"That hairpin was given to me by thirteen. He told me that there were twelve brothers in his family, but they all died young after twelve days of birth. He was lucky. He survived twelve days. He said thirteen was his lucky number."

"This hairpin is exactly thirteen in the shop, just thirteen Liang. Although he said he loved you when he loved you, he also bought the fourteenth one for himself

"I don't read many books, but I know the homophony of my life. I wanted to ask him if he had discussed it with the store, but now I just want to see him once. "

She said it in a light tone, but the obedient Han Ruolan felt endless sadness.

"All right." Han Ruolan reminds me softly.

Jiang Lin got up, she looked at the happy Dahongpao on her body, smiling. She picked up the corner of the robe and bent her legs gently, "thank you."

"Nothing!" Han Ruolan looked out of the tent, "little master, OK."

Boom, the whole tent was uprooted, the field of vision instantly open.

In sight, there was a girl in a red robe and a bearded man with a broken arm leaning against a tree.

The girl in the red robe ran quickly.

The man with broken arms seemed to have a soul all of a sudden. He stood up slowly with one hand on the ground.

When he got up, the girl in red had run to him and hugged him.

The man with broken arms looked a little dull. He didn't know what to say.

He was a little strange and familiar with the woman in front of him.

The woman carefully pushed him away and whispered, "thirteen, it's me, Jiang Lin."

……

In front of a pit stood a man and a woman. Beside them lay a tall man, a man.

The man has long hair like a waterfall and two jade pendants on his waist.

The woman has two lovely balls on her head.

"Little master, they cremate with them. Is that insulting?"

"Maybe." The man picked up the body and saw the scene of two people embracing not far away.

He went back to his mansion. The body on his shoulder was gone. He was sitting in a chair, and the woman was standing behind him. A middle-aged man with white hair was kneeling at his feet.

The middle-aged man had been kneeling here before he came.

"Why not help him." Yang Fan asked Han Junjie a question.

During this period of time, Han Junjie, who was boiled into white hair by this incident, didn't explain, "I should die. Please ask the little master to give me death."

"I would have killed you. Go back. You don't have to do that. I've killed that man. "

Han Junjie looks shocked, "little master, he is!"

Yang Fan shook his head. "A little prince died when he died. You have done a good job in this matter. Later, you should remember that there is no one I dare not offend in the whole state of Chu. There is no one I dare not offend."

Han Junjie seems to have spirit all of a sudden. He gets up, bows to Yang Fan and leaves.

Under the leadership of Han Ruolan, Yang Fan went to Wang shisan's room. His room was full of Jiang Lin's two words and all kinds of deeds. Only a small corner was filled with Yang Fan's two words and a few simple descriptions and deeds.

"How much my brother miss her."

Yang Fan watched for a while and put all the words in his mind. "He didn't miss her, but was afraid of forgetting himself."

Han Ruolan looked at Yang Fan in surprise and said he didn't understand.

"Wang shisan may not come back."