Chapter 537

The high-speed railway feeds Lin Wan'er with the remaining two.

When Clara asked him why he didn't eat, he didn't pretend that he had eaten on the way.

He didn't give Clara a a chance to use his eloquence. He said something like "you're our last hope, you have to make sure you're at your best.".

The senior scum thinks that the most beautiful city and mayor should use her eloquence for other things -

he smiles and says, "do you know why I am so superior? Because I'm a killer. I used to be the king of killers. "

As long as a man can win this award, he must at least have excellent physical fitness and abnormal wild survival skills to ensure that he can live to the end in any cruel environment.

To put it bluntly, the high-speed railway has the perseverance that ordinary people like Clara don't have.

Strong perseverance is what makes him so superior.

To face death with a smile - to cry is to die, isn't it?

"Indeed, I'm the one among us who should keep fit. But then you'll be dead. "

The high-speed railway raised its hand and helped Lin Wan'er wipe his tears: "if you die, my previous efforts will come to nothing."

Clara wants to cry, too.

But the greater curiosity about high-speed rail suppressed tears: "the thoughts of you people are really beyond our understanding. I don't believe you said last night that we can make it through tonight, or even tomorrow afternoon. In fact, it made me shut up

Corrazzi can't help but ask: "high speed rail, can you tell us why the people we have met and haven't met never show up?"

"After a day and a night of fighting each other, we all understand. Our biggest enemy is the current miserable environment. If you want to live, you have to endure. Don't worry about the bracelets any more. They'll call the police. "

Looking at the bracelet on his wrist, the high-speed railway sneered: "this thing is just the bewitching of the organizers in order to increase the" wonderful level ". When we all understand it, no one will pay attention to it. I dare say that even if two people meet now, there will be no fighting. "

It takes a lot of energy to kill.

At the moment, everyone is waiting.

Waiting for the final battle to come before the sun sets tomorrow!

"At that time, everyone will come to the beach."

Looking up at the moon, the high-speed railway said, "the place where we came to treat Lin Wan'er turned out to be the final decisive battle field, which nobody thought."

"What if someone doesn't come out before the sun?" he asked

"Who can wait till then?"

The high-speed railway asked back and said, "even if we can wait, the organizer will pick up the last winner at that time. How long can he live?"

Clara hate said: "the organizers wantonly trample on human nature, it is a devil."

But the high-speed railway didn't care. Lying flat beside Lin Wan'er, he murmured, "it's nothing but death for money."

As he closed his eyes, Clara asked, "are you going to sleep?"

The high-speed railway makes a low hum.

Clara added: "but you told us not to sleep -"

the high-speed railway interrupted her: "you are you, I am me. You're really going to fall asleep. Maybe you'll never wake up again. I'm fine. "

Clara was stunned for a long time, then murmured: "I feel that you are very arrogant."

"Nature."

The sound of the high-speed railway is blown far, far away by the sea breeze under the starry sky.

All the way East.

Tonight, the moon is full again.

It is said that every full moon night, there will be drizzle in a valley under the world's highest peak.

The valley is full of flowers.

Drizzle, sprinkled on the flowers of various colors, spread to the depths of the mountains.

Endless, never-ending.

The flowers watered by rain are more colorful and fragrant.

Every full moon and rainy night, in the past, none of the animals that went out to forage at night could be seen.

There are only countless blue butterflies, glowing, dancing in the drizzle, along the path of flowers spreading in the deep.

The four fields are silent, only the wind blows.

The wind blows to the mountain peak, then blows back to the far south.

The wind came to a small village and stopped when it shook the leaves of the old locust tree in front of the village.

An old voice came from a shabby thatched cottage: "it's said that every night when the moon is full, there will be drizzle in the western mountains far away. Where the drizzle falls, there will be flowers in full bloom. "

Those flowers, colorful, bright abnormal, inland is not to see.

Because it's magic flower.

Magic flower with the rain, winding forward, no longer move, you will see a small building.

It was a small wooden building with windows but no doors.Every full moon night, there will be dark blue light, through the window paper.

You can see a shadow.

It was the shadow of a woman, with her hair curled up and her figure slim.

At the most round moment of the moon, there will be ethereal songs.

On July 15, the moon shines;

the fairy smiles with fragrance.

At the end of the flower is the magic land.

When the full moon, the ethereal song, over and over, is to sing these four words.

Every year, there are twelve full moons.

Every full moon, there will be rain, light on the building, a woman's shadow, reflected in the window paper.

Like, that woman, waiting for her sweetheart.

But more than a thousand years later, she never waited.

It is said that when a woman is about to appear, there will be an old monk who will go up the flower path first.

Under the guidance of the blue butterfly, the old monk walked slowly along the flower path in the light rain.

On the way down to the small building, he would meet seven women.

Young beauty.

The seven beauties were all dressed in colorful clothes, smiling at the corners of their mouths, with silky eyes and fragrant flowers in their arms.

They are all dead.

But in the absence of any support, like flowers, standing quietly in the drizzle, to meet the most distinguished guests.

Seven immortals welcome guests.

The old monk named honest monk is the only one who can walk to the small building.

He can only come on the full moon night of July 15.

In addition, even a rabbit, walking up the flower path, will die of poisoning without waiting to see the first fairy.

Flowers all over the mountains, the fragrance, is highly toxic.

Normal people, even if wearing gas masks, wearing protective clothing, will also be poisoned.

When the magic flower is in full bloom, the atmosphere itself is highly toxic.

But there is a man who can not only walk to the small building on the night of July 15, but also walk to it at any time.

He is the devil.

His home, behind that small building.

But if he wants to go home, he has to go into the small building and let the window open.

If the window doesn't open after he goes in, it proves that he is dead.

When the old man's voice stopped, a child asked, "grandfather, has that man ever appeared? Has the window of that small building been opened? "

No.

Since my grandfather's grandfather's generation, I have never seen anyone walk that flower path.

I've never heard of it. The window of the small building has been opened.

The old voice said that it was too late to go to bed.

After the child's snoring, the old man's voice whispered, "but on the night of July 15 this year, I saw an old monk walking past our door to the hometown of the devil."

Old voice did not fall, the old tree, there is a very lazy voice, silent smile: "ha ha, that is the hometown of the devil?"

No one answered her.

Ye Xingchen, who was held by her in her arms, was still sleeping. Of course, she could not answer this question.

When the wind blows again, a night bird sleeping in the middle of the night sees a white phantom falling from the old locust tree.

Blink of an eye.

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