Chapter 992： Teng blood, you are a bastard

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Standing in the green bamboo peaks, Nanxun overlooks the familiar scenery on the mountain and can't help but worry. The scenery of Qingzhufeng has changed a lot. In the past, there was a lush green and a blue color. Later, A Ming cut half of the bamboo. Those who were bald off did not plant bamboo. Instead, they planted many flowers and plants, colorful and beautiful. Extremely, the fragrance is not too thick or light, and I smell it.

People feel refreshed.

"A Ming, you said, where do I bury your body?" Nan Hao asked softly to the air.

"You are so ugly, I don't have to bury you in front of others, because everyone knows that you are dead."

"...I thought about it, but I will bury you far away, and I will not see it as a net."

Nanxun muttered a few words and his face became calmer and calmer.

When Xiaomeng arrived, Nanxun had dug a pile of shredded bones in the blood to the pit, and the place was chosen very biased. She rarely went there behind a small **** at the mountainside.

Xiao Meng stood quietly behind her, looking sad.

"Is he dead very hard to see?" Nan Yan suddenly asked her.

Xiao Xiaomeng’s throat moved, and the dumb voice: “...Yes.”

"Xiao Meng, don't be sad, I told you before, A Ming will die once. He is still alive, not dead." Nan Hao said affirmatively.

This did not comfort Xiao Xiaomeng, but the tears that made her finally stop stopped coming out.

How could it still be alive, how could it be...

Xiaomeng suddenly hugged her and choked: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I'm sorry... If I didn't always mind your mentoring, you wouldn't let Xiaohei's brother die, but think of... ”

Is it because of the suspended animation, the little black brother relaxed his vigilance, so that the fake death became a real death?

At the thought of this, Xiaomeng’s tears could not help but squat down.

Nancy patted her back. "Don't cry, even if you don't mind, others will mind. I have to think about it for Qingshan. Otherwise, when someone mentions Qingzhufeng, it will be mentioned to men and women." Qingshan, this is hard to hear.

Also, I did not lie to you, A Ming is really a suspended animation this time. His cultivation is not high. In fact, he has been able to smash the gods. When the body bursts, his **** has left the body. ”

Xiaomeng Meng has swollen into the eyes of a walnut, "What really..."

"Really."

"Xiao Meng, you should go back to rest first. I want to stay alone. By the way, help me to give a message to the head. Don't let the peaks come to comfort me. I want to be quiet and quiet these few days."

Microton, she sighed, "Forget it, or I will send a letter to the head."

"Go." Nan licked her head.

This is the action that A Ming likes most. He likes to lick her head. She always regards her as a child who is not big.

Nanxun’s eyes are not dim.

Xiao Xiaomeng sucked his nose. "Well, then I am gone, and I will come to see the fairy in a few days."

She still wants to say something but finally resisted it. She only looked at Nanxun for a long time, and one person left Qingzhufeng silently.

When she was a child, she said that she wanted to protect Xiaoshi’s younger brother. In the end, she failed to protect Xiao’s younger brother and failed to protect the fairy.

- She is too weak.

Is it only to become stronger to protect those who are important to her?

For a time, Xiao Meng had some sentiments, and her mood was instantly improved, and there was a glimpse of a breakthrough.

She laughed at herself. If the breakthrough in the realm is to be replaced by the life of the person in question, she would rather not break through in this life...

After Nanxun sent a letter to the head, a person flew back to the bamboo building and stood on the second floor corridor, looking out into the distance.

She waited for the whole day, but did not wait until the blood of the god, but waited for the head. "I know the ins and outs of this matter. Luoshui, I know that the child is your love, you put a lot of effort into him, but people can't resurrect. There are many monks in the real world every day. The Tao will disappear, the days will continue, and the path of the fairy will continue. If you can’t pass this

Hom……"

If you can't pass this hurdle, you can repair it backwards, and the heavy one will give birth to the demons.

"I'm fine, just need some time to adjust to the days when I am not there. You can help me to pass a message. I have wanted to be quiet for a month, and the elders of the peaks don't have to specifically comfort me." My mentality is very good." Nan Hao faint.

Looking at her for a moment, a thousand words eventually turned into a sigh.

He has lived for a long time, and he has seen a lot of things in his life. When he was young, he also watched the brothers and sisters killed by the monsters during his experience. As a person, he could not understand the mood of Luo Shui.

Luoshui is very talented, and he has already surpassed his head of more than a thousand years old, but she is too young, and many things have not been experienced, such as the love, such as the loss of love.

There are so many monks in the world who have the qualifications of the heavens, but in the end, nearly half of the people who successfully climbed the upper bounds are not those who have the qualifications of the heavens, because many geniuses have fallen early in the Xiuxian Avenue.

There are too many such people, such as the Kun Yun Lu Shihan, such as this bloody.

"If you are in a bad mood, go outside and let go of your heart. You can't always be bored on this green bamboo peak. There are a few clever priests in the newly collected disciples. Don't send one or two to your green bamboo peak. ?"

Nancy shook his head. "I have no intention to accept the apprentice. A Ming does not like others to take my attention."

The head explained: "It is not for you to accept it as a disciple. Just come and talk with you. You are not too bored to stay alone on this mountain?"

"If I am really bored, I will listen to your distraction." The head knew that she was a master, and she no longer persuaded, but she suddenly remembered something and said to her: "I originally had a call with Kun Yun. I have quite a relationship, but I don’t want you to have two heartaches related to this Kunyun. If you talked with Gu Yu in Kunyun, the elders have already told me.

You don't have to grieve yourself because of the relationship with Qingshan. ”

"Thank you for your understanding."

The head sighed and left the Qingzhufeng.

After he left, Nanxun looked at the bamboo building for another day. No one came to disturb her this time. The Qingzhu Peak was extremely deserted.

On the third day, a trace of tension in Nanxun’s heart slowly faded.

By the fifth day, her face had no expression.

She waited for five days without sleep, for fear of missing him.

However, she looked at her eyes sour, standing on her legs, and still did not wait for him.

She believes that the other **** is still there, and this feeling is so strong.

But he did not come to find himself.

A Ming, what is the embarrassment in the middle?

On the sixth day, Xiao Meng came.

Every day after that, she will come to this Qingzhufeng for a moment, every time she just stood next to Nanxun and followed her to look into the distance.

She seems to know what Nanxun is waiting for, as if she doesn't know.

A month later, Nanxun completely died. She sat on the ground, holding a jar of peach blossoms in her hand and brewing slowly.

She should be glad that A-Ming will leave these pots of peach blossoms here, so that she can drink a few mouthfuls of wine now.

Xiao Meng is sitting next to her and drinking with her.

Drinking and drinking, Nanxun suddenly smiled: "Xiao Meng, I suddenly want to sing a song."

This is more than 20 days. She spoke for the first time. Xiao Xiaomeng was sour and busy: "I seem to have heard the fairy singing in my dreams, so I can listen."

When she saw Nanjie’s enchantment, she asked: “Why do the fairy have to be enchanted?”

"I am afraid of quarreling with others." Nan Ludao, then sang, "Flying, flying, wow..."

Singing and singing, the tears fell, and the big and big ones squatted down, and the world in front of them was blurred. ... smashing blood, you are a bastard.