Chapter 62 This is two more

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Wen Jing squatted down, holding Jade Jane and said to the big turtle: “Who gave you this Jade Jane?”

The big turtle scratched his head and looked at him, and suddenly crawled out slowly.

Wen Jing followed the big turtle out of the door, watching a young man standing under the pine tree from a distance, looking away from him with his back to him. Wen Jing picked up the big tortoise and walked forward and said, “Yu, what are you doing here?”

“It’s time, I should go.”

Wen Jing looked at him strangely: “Where are you going?”

You smiled lightly and pointed upwards: “Go where I should go.”

Wen Jing looked at him coldly: “Baiyunli?”

You Si laughed: “I could have taken you with me, but unfortunately you failed to kill Jun Yanzhi. There will be a period in the future-maybe thousands of years, maybe tens of thousands of years, maybe I will never see each other. . “

“What do you mean?”

You Si sighed: “It’s not interesting. He Ling, Duan Xuan, and Mo Shaoyan’s madness was all made by me, and even Jun Yanzhi didn’t figure out what was going on. Illusion Sword,” The finale of “The Tribulation of All Living Beings” is also given to you by me. You don’t have to think so much. “

Wen Jing was anxious, and his lips were clenched tightly: “Who the **** are you? Who brought me here?”

You like to look at the big turtle in Wen Jing’s arms with a smile, like a smile: “That’s not me. But you can come here, but also have my credit. I wish you and Jun Yanzhi Hundred years together-if you can coax him back. “

Wen Jing stared at him in disgust: “I drove him away. How can I coax him back? The sword I stabbed him is also you?”

Yu said “Oh”, and smiled slightly: “Yes, I made the sword you stabbed him. Also, the death of the big turtle a few days ago, I also made a Minor tricks. Anything else you haven’t figured out yet? “

Wen Jing launched a hand.

Yu Xi smiled and turned into a red light, and then slowly landed in place: “… there will be a period.”

After speaking, the figure disappeared from under the pine tree immediately.

Wen Jing hugged the big turtle for a while, but still couldn’t figure out what the purpose of You Xi was. He walked blindly in the mountains, and unknowingly came to the side of a clean and elegant stone house. The water was flowing around, and he fixed his eyes on it, but was the place where Jun Yanzhi lived. He stopped at the door, shaking his hand slightly, and pushed open the door of Jun Yanzhi’s room.

The room was spotless and as quiet as ever.

Everywhere in the room, he chats and jokes with Jun Yanzhi. There are too many memories left in this place, and the laughter and laughter seemed to be just yesterday.

A sudden pain in his brain stimulated his nerves, and he couldn’t wake up. He covered his head lightly, walked slowly in the room, came to Jun Yanzhi’s desk, and stroked the pen, ink, paper, and a few old books on the table.

He has read these books, and some of them are read with Jun Yanzhi. Wen Jing lay slowly on the table, smelling the scent of paper and ink, and her mood calmed down gradually.

Looking silently, you suddenly noticed that a drawer in the corner of the table was slightly open.

Jun Yanzhi never let him touch this drawer, and didn’t know what was hidden inside.

Wen Jing gently pulled the ring on the drawer, carefully looking through the gap, and there was an old blue book lying quietly inside.

He took the blue book lightly and opened it silently.

On the first side of the page, a python and a little priest lie on the grass lying in the sun, the little priest seems to have fallen asleep with closed eyes, long and dense eyelashes, and a python turning a white belly His head rested on his belly. Jun Yanzhi knows how to draw, and the expression of the Taoist priests is beautiful and cute.

Wen Jing’s eyes are covered with a mist of water.

Opening the second side, the python and the fifteen-six-year-old priest seem to have just had an argument. The priest held the fruit and coaxed the python in a low voice, and the python turned his head and ignored him.

On the third side, the little priest grew up, holding the fruit in one hand to make the big turtle play, and the python disc was watching silently.

On the fourth side, the night was dark and there was no moon. There was heavy snow outside the window, and the python shivered in the quilt, and the little priest slapped it to sleep.

Fifth side …

The sixth side …

A book is full of bits and pieces of life in recent years. Wen Jing slowly turned over one by one, his emotions couldn’t be controlled like a dyke, and he whimpered.

Sure enough, pain and cherishment are only known when lost.

Tears blurred his eyes, Wen Jing was lying on the table crying and crying, his chest was as uncomfortable as it was blocked, and finally choked and fell asleep.