Chapter 198： miss

"Where exactly will this little ghost head go? At the beginning Lanyue also went away in such a bad mood, but because of my mistakes, there has been no news of Lanyue. Now this little ghost has a big secret in his head. Although I am not interested in watching, I always feel Sorry for her first, but where will she go? "

As Wang Shushu ran, he kept guessing where Song Chenxi would go.

However, after running for a long distance, he seemed to want to understand something. He immediately stopped and looked to the south. His heart seemed to say with absolute certainty: "If this is the case, then only in that direction will there be That place! "

"Yes, it must be true, she must have gone there!"

I turned to look to the south. That direction is where the daytime auction is held. Now the people there are completely dispersed. At this time, there will definitely be no more people. If Song Chenxi wants to find a quiet place, only There are two possibilities. One is to leave Hangu, but now it is night. The entrance of Hangu is forbidden, so it is not possible, so there is only one possibility. She went to the auction house.

After wanting to understand this, Wang Shu immediately turned his direction, mobilized his strength, and ran away in the direction of the auction house.

寒 This cold valley is not big at all, it only looks like ten miles away, and gallops with Wang Shu, but only arrives at the auction house in just half a quarter of an hour.

"This old Chinese ghost is starting to lie again!"

"The old man Hua is bragging again!"

"Hua Lao Gui, if you don't have anything to auction, hurry down and don't stand in the eyes!"

"Is that kid crazy?"

"This **** also costs 800 bloodstones?"

"This world is crazy!"

I looked at the auction house shrouded in moonlight, and Wang Shu suddenly felt a bit cold, and the noisy sound of those practitioners during the day seemed to echo in the air.

"Oh, all the world's banquets, cough, the world is volatile!"

In just a few hours, the hustle and bustle of the auction house turned so silent. A sense of loneliness could not help but emerge from his heart. He had already seen the world in different ways. very lonely.

Under the shroud of the moonlight in particular, a coolness that seemed to reach his heart made him feel a little coolness in his excited and hot heart, and the blue moon appeared constantly in his heart.

Alas, alas!

"Liar, liar, you are all liar ..."

King Wang Shu stood there and listened quietly. After a while, there was a whine and cry in the air.

"Hehe, it really is here!"

After hearing this voice, Wang Shu's original nervousness eased slightly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and walked towards the source of the voice.

In a corner of the square, Song Chenxi's thin body wrapped in a white man's robe curled up into a ball, his head buried in his arms and wept softly, in that cry, with infinite sadness and loss, that Grief seemed to cry about her fate, and the loss seemed to scold others for deceiving her.

Song Chenxi is like an injured beast. She can only hide in the cave and lick her wounds. Song Chenxi now has no such innocence and waywardness in the daytime, in fact she is just a child.

Cultivators are also human beings. They also have emotions and desires. The practitioners also suffer. The practitioners also know the pain. Why ca n’t the practitioners cry? Why ca n’t the practitioners laugh? Should cultivators be high above them all day long, unsmiling?

"Let's go, let's go!"

King Wang Shu stood in front of Song Chenxi, stretched out his right hand, and said softly.

"Go away, scammers, you are all scammers!"

Xi Song Chenxi stretched out his hand, forced Wang Shu's hand away, and shouted loudly.

Shu Wangshu chose to be silent, but said nothing, but just stretched his right hand in front of Song Chenxi again, and looked at Song Chenxi softly. At this moment, he seemed to see the scene that happened in Xuefeng City before.

That was also a 15-year-old girl, and that was a crying pear-flower girl with the same rain, the same sadness, the same crying, but the place is different, the crying person is not the same, the crying thing is not the same .

At that time, Wang Shu was a well-known idiot, but he held out his dirty hand at the crying blue moon. Maybe it was the original idiot that gave him later the blue moon. Love?

This is so-called. Everyone has different experiences and everyone has different experiences, but the feelings are the same?

Maybe people ’s life experiences will be very different, but when they are painful, they will cry, when they are happy, they will laugh, when they are angry, they will be angry. This kind of emotions should be the same, right?

"You get away, I said I wouldn't care about you anymore ... you're the same as the one who never died, that you should take care of me all my life, in the end you haven't left me alone ... and the **** brother , Also said to protect my sister's life ... and you, said to let me follow you, you hit me, you hit me ... Wow ... you crooks ... "

Xi Song Chenxi yelled at Wang Shu, almost roaring, and even came to the back, and felt that her grievance was too great, and she burst into tears.

In this way, in the cold moonlight, a man in a white robe and a white robe stood silently. In front of him, a thin body curled up into a ball, the body trembling slightly, and whispered. Sobbing.

哭 This cry is more than three full hours, Wang Shu has been standing there quietly, without saying a word, at this time, you may be worth a thousand words without saying a word.

"Liar ... liar ..."

"You are all liars ..."

Yun Song Chenxi kept crying and crying, until the end, the whole person seemed to collapse, but in the mouth was always calling a liar.

"Oh, finally cry enough, just cry enough, just sleep once, just sleep ..."

After Song Chenxi collapsed, Wang Shu murmured with a faint smile on his face, whispering, as if he were speaking to Song Chenxi, as if to himself.

At this time, he suddenly found that he didn't seem to have cried for a long time, or that he hadn't cried?

In the past, no matter what he encountered, he would not cry softly, but would choose to endure silently, and then expected to change.

Even on the day when Da Cong left, he didn't cry, but endured, endured, he didn't know where his limits were, but he was so persistent and endured, maybe until one day, Think he will choose this way when he reaches his limit?

"Let's go, let's go home!"

Wang Shu hugged Song Chenxi in one hand, but when he lifted Song Chenxi, he sank slightly, apparently did not expect Song Chenxi to look thin but not light at all, and then carried his back to his shoulders. Up, slowly walked in the direction of coming.

"Ha ha!"

But after talking about the word home, Wang Shu trembled slightly. It seems that he hasn't said the word for a long time. In the end, it only turned into a helpless grin.

"Oh, I can't tell you this little ghost is quite heavy."

Song Chenxi's weight is nothing to Wang Shu. Even if Song Chenxi is several times heavier, he can carry it. Even before he didn't break through the blood, he would not have to carry it back, let alone now.