[Swallow] Billions of years single dog

Flying back from Xianxian, Nan Ling landed directly outside the man's yard.The quaint wooden door was ajar, he pushed it open, and after sweeping with his spiritual sense, there was no one inside or outside the house.

Nan Ling walked slowly into the small courtyard and carefully looked at the place that was [-] meters square.Dragon Valley is like spring all year round, and the flowers and plants in this yard are also luxuriant. All kinds of unique flowers are blooming wantonly, red, white, purple... each color is different, and it has a special style.

Even more mischievous flower vines jumped out of the flowerbed unruly, stretched out their long hands, and tried their best to scratch Nanling's white jade-like ankles.

He stood by the flowerbed and gave the flower vine a chance. There were thin fluffs on the top of the vine, which tickled Nan Ling, so he couldn't help but hide from it.

My lord is usually so serious, why are his plants so troublesome?

Nanling moved around, and sat down at the only stone table in the courtyard, waiting quietly for the man.He told himself that everything should be fought by himself, and that relying on others can last for a long time, but he always couldn't control his own feet, so he naturally wanted to find a man, advise him together, and decide the next step.

No matter how much he warned himself, the company of several years had finally cultivated his trust in men.And the man has never lived up to this trust. No matter when, no matter how difficult it is, when Nan Ling looks back, he can always see the firm, powerful and invincible figure of the man.

He will subconsciously feel at ease and rely subconsciously, which is not good, Nan Ling knows, but he can't control his heart.

So today he came to wait for the man again, wanting to face the next change with him.

As night fell, Xingzi climbed into the sky, blinking and blinking at Nanling, chirping and guessing what this stupid person sitting here was doing.Nan Ling ignored them, and tightened his blue robe. The dew fell and the air became cool.Although he has become a practitioner early and is not afraid of the cold, but the habit of being an ordinary person for many years in his previous life is still there, and he is a little afraid of the cold.

The stars were tired of discussing, and they scattered one by one, the sky turned pale, and the stars of this world were about to show up again.

Nan Ling was still in good spirits. A cultivator at the domain master level would not be hindered if he stayed up all night. He straightened his robes and wiped off the still coolness. Nan Ling got up and left slowly.

……

With a flash of golden light and shadow, a slender figure appeared in the yard. The man keenly sensed that the remaining aura in the yard belonged to his precious son, and he left for no more than an hour.

He came to see me?The man couldn't help but rejoice. Nanling had never taken the initiative to find him after knowing him for so long.

The man dodges, directly passes through the layers of space, and enters the small courtyard of Nanling. The distance is not long, but he can't wait to see his baby. After more than ten hours of separation, every second is like a heart on the tip of a knife. Grinding, longing, pain.

The small courtyard was empty, not even as strong as the smell of Nanling left in his own yard. The man swept every inch of the yard, and everything that belonged to Nanling was taken away, although he didn't put down many personal belongings in the first place.

When the man returned to his yard, he waved his golden sleeves embroidered with cirrus patterns, and the majestic divine power gushed out like waves. Under the guidance of mysterious rules, he forcibly reversed time and space. Quiet flowers and plants... a blue figure...

Seeing that figure, the man's heart skipped a beat, and he pointed out with his index finger, and the rapidly reversed space-time scene stopped immediately.The young man in the picture caressed his blue robe and was about to stand up. His silver waterfall-like long hair still had a slight luster in the faint morning light, and it was slowly sliding down from his chest to his shoulders as the young man got up.

The man looked at the face carefully, with slightly upturned phoenix eyes, overly long eyelashes, thick and dark, small nose, bright red lips, and a small face with a slap, it was shockingly beautiful.

If this face belonged to a woman, it must be a disaster for the whole country, but it belongs to Nan Ling, you often forget the beauty of his face, and you are attracted by his infinite vitality and vigor. Being by his side always makes people feel Comfortable, feel that life is full of infinite fun.

The man is fascinated by it. This is the person I like. He is fascinated by every aspect, and he is perfect and impeccable in every aspect.

Slowly manipulating the screen to reverse, the man clearly saw that his people had come here and waited for him for a whole day and night, and finally left alone.

His heart ached, and the man began to blame himself for running away in a fit of anger, leaving Bao Er alone.It's not a child anymore, why is it so childish!

The consciousness swept across Dragon Valley in an instant, and even the entire 190th Ninth Heaven, it was not there!The man panicked, and immediately flew to Longbao to look for the golden dragon.

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"Sangmen Xing, you broke the glass!" A fat boy of seven or eight years old pointed at the thin boy in the corner and shouted.

Fat boys eat a lot, and they are 1.3 meters tall at the age of seven. They have a high-pitched voice, which spreads far and quickly attracts a large number of children.Some were only four or five years old, and some were thirteen or fourteen. Their eyes fell on the skinny boy in the corner, and they all reflexively disliked him.

"What bad things did this mourner do?" A tall, thin 13-year-old boy stood up and asked, as if he was a big brother, wanting to judge things for good or bad.

"He, that's the loser, he broke the glass here!" Seeing someone standing up and asking, the fat boy stopped singing his one-man show. He couldn't wait to point to the thin boy and complain, and then motioned people to look at the window with his eyes. Yes, only a few jagged glass shards remain.

"Ah! That's the newly installed glass by Aunt Li. It's been less than a day!" A little girl with shofar braids half covered her mouth and said in surprise.

"Yeah, this Sangmen star is too hateful! He will make trouble!"

"It's terrible for him. Aunt Li has expressly forbidden you to touch the glass here!"

……

The children talked a lot, half cursing the loser, half gloating and sympathizing.

The skinny boy in the corner finally raised his head, his immature face was scratched by glass shards, leaving traces of blood on it, his face was dirty, adding this blood stain made it more colorful .

He shook his head in a panic, trying to explain: "No, I didn't smash it, it was him, he wanted to play football here, he smashed it..."

Before the skinny boy could finish speaking, the fat boy took the conversation away and said viciously, "Okay, not only did you kill your parents, but you have also learned how to frame people! People like you shouldn't be left behind!" In the orphanage!"

The fat boy was aggressive and his voice was loud, but the thin boy couldn't argue, his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he stopped arguing and retreated silently to the corner.

"Hmph, Sangmenxing!" The fat boy snorted triumphantly, as if he had won some great victory.

The 13-year-old thin and tall boy pretended to comment, and concluded: "It seems that Zangmen Xing played football in the corridor and kicked the broken glass. This is a fact recognized by everyone, Zangmen Xing, you admit it." !"

"No...not..." The skinny boy wanted to argue, he wanted to say, he doesn't know how to play football, he hasn't even touched a football, how could he smash the glass?He just passed by here, heard a loud noise, and then was pulled over, pushed hard into the corner and refused to let go, he really didn't do anything.

But no one paid attention to him, his thin and weak voice was covered by the huge echoes of the children, no one could hear it, and no one wanted to hear it.

"Brother is right, it's the loser!" The fat boy was the first to answer.

"He often does bad things!" the little girl with shofar braids said softly.

"I suspect that he also broke the railing outside!" A plaid boy said, it was the iron railing by the pool, exposed to the wind and sun for a long time, and finally completely rusted away yesterday.

All kinds of voices kept pouring into his ears, and the skinny boy tried his best to shrink and shrink to the corner of the wall, hiding and hiding, but unfortunately the corner of the wall was so big and it was made of bricks and steel bars, he could neither shrink in nor escape through the wall .

The skinny boy grabbed the dirty and worn-out sleeve and stuffed it into his mouth, choking up his choked crying. The scabbed wound was rubbed by the boy, and blood began to ooze slowly again.

Finally, Aunt Li who was on duty was alarmed by the children's commotion. As soon as Aunt Li stood here, the children complained in one go, as if they had witnessed it with their own eyes.

Aunt Li looked into the corner, saw that it was a thin boy, without further ado, punished him not to eat at night, and locked him up overnight.

The matter finally came to an end. The skinny boy lay in the dark room and heaved a sigh of relief. This place made him more familiar and more at ease.

He skillfully climbed to the broken table, leaning on the only remaining table leg, and began to be in a daze.

In the dark environment, the little boy didn't think about anything, but listened quietly to the various sounds outside, boys and girls fighting, crying, aunts shouting and scolding, the sound of tables and chairs colliding, and finally the night gradually fell, everything The sound is gone.

It was quiet outside the house, the little boy couldn't hear anything, there was no light in the small dark room, and the little boy didn't need it, he had already figured out everything here.

The little boy was more able to resist hunger. At this time, his stomach started to "cuckoo" and he rubbed his belly. He put his face up and endured it for a while, and finally got up when the sound became louder, and groped for the table.

In the penultimate table pocket against the wall, the little boy hid a piece of steamed bun. There was already a tooth mark on the steamed bun, which was eaten by the little boy when he came last time.

The steamed buns had been left for nearly a week, and they had already become cold and hard. The little boy took a hard bite, but did not bite off, only a little bit of steamed bun crumbs came off.After biting down on the original position again, the boy gnawed it off.

Carefully chewing in his mouth, the little boy swallowed the steamed buns dryly, then carefully wrapped the remaining steamed buns and hid them in the innermost pocket of the table.

He was afraid of being discovered by other children. Although they looked down on this steamed bun, they definitely threw it away, and they would not let the boy hide it to eat again.

The little boy climbed back again, leaned on the table legs, and was about to fall asleep. Although his stomach was still flustered and uncomfortable, the little boy was used to it, and gradually fell asleep.

The little boy was unsteady, his little nose twitched, causing the wound on his dusty little face to slowly ooze bright red blood.