Daming's Bizarre Story: Painted Skin

You are His Majesty's imperial bodyguard, walk the world on behalf of the emperor, don't let the emperor down, and don't let the world down, you need to have the spirit of dedication when necessary. "

Dedication is a very wonderful word, and all kinds of explanations make sense, but in the end it is a matter of losing money, so people who always teach others to have the spirit of dedication are old bastards.

Wen Zhigeng sneered, Jixiao sensed his threat and wanted to get rid of him quickly, but in fact he was already tired of everything in front of him, so he readily agreed.

Ji Xiao was really happy, sat by the chessboard and praised Wen Zhigeng before letting him go.

Wen Zhigeng put on the red clothes, rode his horse and brought Gou Kuang back to the intersection of those years, and it snowed heavily again.Back then he was lying here with a big black dog by his side, but now he is standing here with Gou Kuang and a few of his most vicious subordinates by his side.

Compared to back then, Wen Zhigeng felt that he was much calmer now.

He didn't know how long he stood there until the heavy snow turned the sky and the earth into a vast expanse of white again, without distinguishing between east, west, north, and south, the bell finally came again, leisurely, Ding Dong, Ding Dong, Ding, Dong, Ding... Dong.

Wen Zhigeng got off his horse, watched Rong Shiyi's skinny old horse slowly approaching with a black iron coffin, and then stopped in front of him.

"You're here." Rong Shiyi's face looked much more refreshed. This time, not only was he there, but there was also a beautiful young woman by his side. The two of them smiled at Wen Zhigeng together, smiling so much that Wen Zhigeng Feeling uneasy, I always feel that something is wrong.

He couldn't help looking at the black coffin behind Rong Shiyi, but he didn't see the faceless man, let alone the young man sitting among the faceless man.

"Your sign." The young woman handed Wen Zhigeng a wooden sign.

Wen Zhigeng took it and saw two words on it: "What is this?"

"The customer's number has ten digits in total." Rong Shixi explained with a smile, "That's why my name is Rong Shixi."

Wen Zhigeng pointed to the black iron coffin: "Is there any guest here?"

"No, we came here specially to see you off." Rong Shixi pointed to the black iron coffin and said with a smile, "Guests, get in the car."

Wen Zhigeng took two steps forward with the wooden sign in hand, then remembered something and said: "I will double the fare for you, and I will take someone away."

As he spoke, he turned around, and saw a faint golden mask behind him, but there was nothing outside the mask, only a few dogs in the white sky, and they stared at him together.

"What's going on?!" Wen Zhigeng rushed forward a few steps in shock, and as soon as he got out of the golden mask, he saw Gou Kuang standing there, and he smiled at him so much that his big mouth almost grinned. When it reaches the ears, it's ugly and cheap.

Wen Zhigeng heaved a sigh of relief, waved at Gou Kuang, and then turned back to the mask, but when he turned his head again, he saw that there were still a few dogs outside the mask.They wagged their tails at him and watched him earnestly, as if expecting a command from him, waiting for him to point them to an enemy before they would swarm upon him and tear him to pieces.

However, Wen Zhigeng didn't give an order, because he knew that as long as he opened his mouth, it would be the last order, a parting order.

"People are always walking alone between intersections. The dogs you have loved and loved you are all dogs who have accompanied you. No matter how much they suit your heart and how much they can understand you, they are always your life. So when you mature, you will always find that you have forgotten a lot of things, because your nostalgia has become less." Rong Xi said with a smile, "Guest, you can get in the car now."

The corner of Wen Zhigeng's mouth was a little salty, and he found himself crying, which was really strange, because since he left his father's mourning hall, he has not known the taste of tears for a long time.

Blood is sweet, tears are salty, and life is full of mixed flavors.

He stretched out his hand to lightly touch the mask. When his hand broke through the mask, Gou Kuang would reappear outside the mask. Wen Zhigeng stepped out of the mask gently with his hands raised. Gou Kuang went up to him and grabbed him. hand, bent to kiss the back of his hand.

Blood is sweet, tears are salty, and the world with you is real.