Chapter 296： [The sorrow of death] just like the dream of the year

understand?

What else does not understand, Shi Mingjing has concealed his true identity from the beginning. For so many years, he has been refusing to talk to his own biological parents. Even if he mentions it occasionally, he is also sorrowful in a few words, and he can’t bear to continue questioning.

There are always loopholes in lies, and many words will be lost. This kind of superficial teacher will not understand.

At this point, I went back and thought, the teacher’s sorrow from big to big, no matter what kind of grievances, what kind of trauma, I really did not drop a tear...

"Come on, this seat takes you to the end of the road to the road."

The carriage is a Mozu, the whole body is cast by sheet metal, and the image of the magic domain is embedded in the silver water. Two portraits are carved in the junction of the rut. On the left is a man who is a mustache, glaring and screaming, holding the moment, and not knowing the person who made the image. What kind of enmity, this person described as being extremely ugly, is boring. On the right is a rich woman, with low eyebrows and eyes, holding the moment, this is slightly better, ugly is ugly, but still in a tolerable category.

The most uncomfortable thing is that in front of the magic horse of the five-carriage, there are five things floating in the spirit, which are the limbs and a **** head - these are fake, woodcut, but Chu night Ning has seen the appearance of the fake hook Chen at the bottom of Jincheng Pool, so it is easy to recognize that this is actually the appearance of Gou Chengong.

"All the horses in the Devils have always been like this." Stepping Xian glanced at the fierce head, "It has been like this for thousands of years."

Sitting in the cabin, the little bell on the ring of the magic horse, stepping on the fairy to sit in a comfortable posture, said: "Which of the two little elephants on the rut, you should also guess." ”

"...is Fuxi and Nuwa."

"Not bad." He smiled. "The devil is hating the gods, and he can't wait for him to pull the car for him."

"... Why is Shennong spared?"

"This is not listening to Hua Binan. But in the rumor, Shennong is gentle and generous. On weekdays, I don't like to control the killing and killing. The relationship with Fuxi's son-in-law is not very close. I want to come to the battle of the gods. The old slick should not have participated much."

Chu, Ning, no longer talked, turned his head and looked at the red road of the road.

The magic horse had a very fast footstep and took about a sip of tea. It had already carried them to the end of this **** long bridge.

Under the carriage, the foot is a bridge that is made up of white bones. In front of it is the boundless sea of ​​clouds, and the door of the demon world looks hundreds of laps larger than that of the dead, no matter the whole picture or the details. very clear. It is so huge, as if it is connected to the universe, and there is no land, splashing the magic field in the rainy night. The mortal stands in front of it, just like the giant wood, the corn is in the sea.

Chu nightning looked at this giant door, and the reliefs were exquisitely carved. The five realms were carved, among which the devil was in the upper position, the ghost, the demon, the second, and the **** was at the bottom. These embossed grandeurs are embarrassing, but there is a vague ambiguity that is unclear.

“Do you feel very strange?” Stepping Xianjun walked over to him and looked at the giant door with him. “When the seat first saw it, I felt that something was wrong.”

"..."

"Looking at the small half hour, I saw the problem."

However, he obviously did not intend to spend time again to let Chu Lingning stare at half an hour, so he said: "All the reliefs and stone doors on this door are not a material, but later cast on. It is a fairy bone."

Chu night, looking back.

The expression of Teng Xianjun appears to be more and more faint in the light of the magic fire: "When the wilderness is in the battle, the demon will capture all the gods of the captives, and make them embossed and embedded in all the gates of the devil."

The gale blew his clothes and floated.

"From now on, all the creatures who go to the devil world will see how many gods have been demonized by the devil. It also shows that the demon behind the door will never live with the gods forever."

I also watched this stunning vision for a while, stepping on Xianjun: "Almost, now that you know what we are going to do, do you still have so much resentment?"

"...the people who killed the two worlds, just to spread this road to go home." Chu nightning raised his eyes, although he knew that stepping Xianjun was not controlled by a man, he still couldn’t help but cold. "No. Resentment, do you still want me to say, do you?"

Stepping on the fairy is trying to pick up the words, and suddenly heard a commotion behind the scenes.

They went back, but when they saw the wooden smoke, thousands of people from the Haohao soup came from the mountain after the death of the dead. She did not expect that the two would be here, first, and then the eyes fell straight on the night. Ning body.

"How did you bring him here?" She stared at Chu Yuning, but she said to step on Xianjun. "Not afraid of disaster."

Stepping on the cold and cold road: "He has a look, this seat knows what he will do next. It will not bother you."

"This place is the place where the sphenoids return home, do you know -"

He didn't want to listen to her more than anything, and he interrupted: "So who among you can be tied with him?"

The wood smoke is a glimpse.

"He is in the side of the seat, and he can't escape more than the one in the cage that has been banned from the curse. This good heart takes him to share his worries with you. How do you still have so much nonsense?"

"you--!"

"How?" Stepping Xianjun picked up thin eyelids and his eyes were very cold. "If you are not convinced, you will send him back immediately. From then on, don't care. You can find yourself to look at him. Don't accidentally let him approach." Hua Binan, it is easy to take the life of Hua Binan."

The wood smoke was blocked from being blocked for a while. It took a long time to stagger the topic. The eyebrows said with anger: "...this is all right. I got some pieces and filled them all." In addition, A Nan has been detained from the world and is banned from death. When you have packed up the things in front of you, you will quickly go back and make some new moves."

After she finished, she walked away from her sleeves. Stepping on Xianjun looked at Chu’s night, revealing white teeth, and smashing a pool of pears and vortex deep.

"You are lucky, and you have a batch of materials. How do you see how the bridge is built?"

It was too horrible to make a living sacrifice to form a pontoon. After going back that day, Chu nightning had a nightmare.

In the dream, Stephen is standing at the end of the road of the road, stepping on the broken bones, heart, liver, spleen and stomach. Every piece of broken meat in each organ grows a bright red mouth, and mourns with sorrow.

"I don't want to die..."

"I still have my life... I am still coming..."

He saw Xue Meng's half face in these corpses, and saw Xue Zhengxuan's eyes, Mrs. Wang's body, and guilty of a fine hand.

He rushed to them and shouted: "Xue Meng! Respect the Lord!" -

The voice is broken.

He saw the sky full of blood, the ink burned slowly back, or the old disciples served, his eyes were gentle and sad, he said: "Master, save me..."

"I don't want to die, I don't want to do this... save me..."

He woke up, he gasped, his cheek vest was cold sweat, he wanted to get up, but his wrist was bound by the curse of Xianjun, he could not move.

The room was very quiet, only he was alone, the drip was slowly groaning, like the tears of the dead gathered together into a stream.

"Come to..."

During this time, he has been smashed and thin. At this time he was sitting on the bed, the man was too thin, and the thick quilt was covered on him with almost no ups and downs.

The memories of past lives, the miss of this life, the corpse of the accumulation, the hopeless future.

The pile parts were pressed against his shoulders and the iron bones were also crushed into ashes.

Chu night Ning's eyes were empty, he groaned, slowly returning from the nightmare, but the reality is better than the nightmare, his expression is particularly broken.

"Come to..."

Liu Gong was coming in, and he was much older than the memory of Chu.

After all, the world is too far away from the year of his previous death.

"Master, is it a nightmare?"

The old servant was able to see his heart at a glance, and Chu was rather tired and nodded.

"I am going to give you a hot pot of **** tea..."

"No." Chu nightning raised a slightly wet eyelid and looked at him in the darkness. "Is it burning? Is it still on the road?"

"..."

"How many people did he kill?"

Liu Lao was silent for a long time and sighed: "Master, don't ask."

The drip was long and long, and the outside wind and rain were bleak.

"Old slaves don't know how to practice spells. But it is also clear that on the day when the doors of life and death are completely opened, everything can't be turned back. These masters actually understand."

Chu night Ning lips fretting, after a while, he blinked his eyes, fingers holding the flaming spell chain on his wrist - after he stabbed, he stepped on him. When there is nothing to do in leisure, Stepping Xianjun will personally stare at him, and when he goes outside to pave the way for the return of the Mozu, Chu will be locked in the Wushan Temple.

"Zhong Shi... Forget it, for two lifetimes, you have already done enough." Liu Gong’s voice is old, like a swaying autumn leaf. "Last day, look at it like everyone else."

"It's all over, there is no more way."

"Let's go, don't torture yourself again..."

Liu Gong later took a bowl of **** tea and looked at the late night. The old man used to be cautious, understand what he should say, and what should not be said. This is why he can stay with him for so long.

But on this rainy night, he looked at the late night, and he was very stunned. He looked at Chu’s cheeks, even whiter than porcelain. He looked at the hurricane night outside, suddenly there were some Complicated feelings.

Liu Gong didn't know how to comfort him. He could only say calmly: "Let's drink more, so this bowl is always finished....Ginger tea is cold, and it is said that the nightmare is because of body cold, drink and sleep again. , no nightmare."

After a while, whispering, whispered: "My son used to have nightmares and gave him some drinks. He slept safely..."

But this mutter was too light, and Chu Ning did not hear it.

The old servant served him to finish the tea, and he slowly went out with a slap in the face. He took a squint before he took the house. The old man's heart is soft, but his heart is soft but he can't do anything, so his back is more and more embarrassing.

He disappeared at the end of the corridor.

In fact, Liu Lao said yes. To stop the teacher, it is the best time to open the door to life and death. If you miss it, the situation will be almost impossible to recover.

Chu Yuning sat in the Wushan Hall where no one was. He knew that he eventually lost to the teacher. The past found the truth too late. His sacrifice and planning only delayed the disaster for about ten years.

Finally, everything is back to the original point.

He tried his best, but after all, he did nothing.

More than one book has been recorded in the book, time and space are broken, and the punishment will come. In fact, even if the day is not fine, these two worlds are also confused and unsuccessful. This is the last years, many people are clear in their hearts, but there is a defect in the knowledge of the gods, so he is not uneasy, he is very comfortable.

He came back this day and brought a pot of pear white.

As he filled the glass in front of the two people, he said to the late night of Chu: "The road to the road has been paved almost."

"..."

"When you do this, you will be free." He took a long time and didn't taste the pear blossoms, then smiled. "Oh, it's that taste."

After the words, Fu looked up and looked at Chu Ning: "Wait for them to return to the devil world, do you want to stay with this seat to live in this red dust, or to cross the door of life and death, let the seat return to the world before you?"

Chu night Ning looked at him and asked: "Where is the teacher."

"division……"

He snorted, and then the black eyebrows slowly wrinkled, and the look looked a little dazed and painful. He put down the wine cellar and raised his hand to press his forehead.

Chu Xiu Ning watched his every move, and Xin Dahuan really confused his thinking. For the stepping fairy, the "teacher" is now unreasonable, so he has no way to deepen it. Think about it.

In the end, Stepping Xianjun only felt a headache, and he slammed into the cup. In the candlelight, he stared at the man in front of him with his red eyes.

"I do not know."

He groaned, pulling Chu Ningning to come over, he still sat in the same place, after a while, his forehead against the waist of Chu nightning, sniffing the flowers of the sea bream.

"Don't ask me again."

In those days after that, the sect of the singer was almost exactly the same as the previous life, and even worsened.

This corpse, which should not have feelings, seems to be very afraid that Chu will rather disappear or die again, so he exhausted his highest powerful spell to embarrass him. In the daytime, stepping on the fairy to refine the chess pieces, laying the road of martyrdom, coming back at night, will endlessly entangle with him. It seems that only the most intense **** and love can heal the restlessness of his heart, as if only deep into the warmth of the late night, can confirm that this is not a dream.

"Late Ning..."

When the night was quiet, the man who was sleeping next to him muttered.

"You reason about me..."

It is impossible to know clearly, but at this time, he still feels that the person who is entangled with himself has a soul. The heartbeat under the chest is heavy and powerful, and the eyebrows are exactly the same as the dead youth.

When hoarsely calling "Late Ning", there will be something similar to love in the voice of stepping fairy.