Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

Well, it's the word "Greedy Wolf", so I named him Little Wolf. Sun Xiaowu glanced at the ring on Song Jing's hand, "He also has a bracelet."Before he fell into a coma, before he lost his memory, he took out the pill and ate it.But I can't use it. "

"There are still some things, I'm afraid he will recall them when he sees them, so I've kept them hidden." Sun Xiaowu smiled bitterly, "Hey, don't tell him what I think. I don't want the little wolf to hate me. After that, you take it out, Give it back to the little wolf."

"En." Song Jing nodded in agreement.

"It really seems to be explaining to the survivors." Sun Xiaowu pursed his lips, and his eyes slipped to Song Jing, "It's a pity, I hope that when I die, there will be a girl who can hug me." His eyes are bright: "I've never hugged a girl. Is this a last wish?"

A helpless smile appeared on Song Jing's lips, she sat on the bed, carefully hugged Sun Xiaowu into her arms, and sat with her back leaning on the bed rail, her eyes fell on Sun Xiaowu's sneaky smile: "And What last wish?"

"Song Jing, if I was still as dirty as when we first met, would you hug me like this without hesitation?" Sun Xiaowu recalled Song Jing's disgusted look at him when we first met, it was really shocking.

"No." Song Jing answered simply.

"You're so ruthless." His eyes were clear, with a sly smile inside, as if he was always calculating: "Hey, what should I do? I'm thinking too hard again. Just give me a kiss, okay?"

After the words fell, he closed his eyes and did not look at Song Jing.Feeling a little regretful in his heart, he chuckled lightly and mocked that he really was a gangster who made great progress.However, he was surprised to feel the cool and soft lips falling on his lips, like the wind blowing through the pine forest.The mood of joy and satisfaction is like mushrooms springing up, firmly breaking out of the ground.

"Hey, this time I will die without regret." Bending a smile, Sun Xiaowu smiled ruffiantly. I don't know if the kiss he was thinking of belonged to a gentle and noble girl, or to a pale girl. Indifferent boy.

"It's time." Wu Qihan's voice rang in Song Jing's ears. Song Jing was startled, looked at Sun Xiaowu who didn't respond, and realized in her heart that it was the sound transmission.

He put Sun Xiaowu back on the bed: "Little Wolf must have cried enough, I'll let him come." He looked at Sun Xiaowu's facial features for the last time, and felt that the black air was filling his face, which was already completely covering his face The bed sheet under his body was soaked in blood. It was really hard to imagine that such a thin boy had so much blood in his body.

Just leave like this, let Sun Xiaowu leave with the idea of ​​"Song Jing will take good care of the little wolf", even if he can't take care of the little wolf in the future, and he can't protect himself.

Song Jing came out and patted the crying little wolf: "For the last time, the little wolf will stay with him well, understand?"

Little Wolf looked at Wu Qihan who was standing quietly, and suddenly nodded in understanding, looked at Song Jing with nostalgia, bit his lower lip and walked in.

"Little Fifth Brother." Little Wolf approached, looked at the person on the bed and said softly, "I will live a good life with brother Xiao Jing, move out of the poor area, and go around in the future. I will be very happy of."

"Stupid little wolf, don't make me so jealous." Sun Xiaowu's voice was already very low, he didn't have the strength to open his eyes, and the little wolf had to lean down and listen carefully to hear it.

Sun Xiaowu murmured as if in a dream: "Hey, little wolf, I will see Xiaojing later, help me to like him once."

"kindness."

"Hey, is my request too much? Little wolf, I originally fell in love with Xiao Jing when I saw him for the first time." Xiao Wu couldn't hear the little wolf's voice, and fell into the deepest darkness .

He closed his eyes slightly, and the smile that overflowed from the corners of his lips was warm, ruffian, and cunning, with indescribable melancholy nostalgia and regret, as well as inexplicable joy.

Xiao Lang stared blankly at Xiao Wu's frozen smile, and only now did he realize that one person can still knead so many expressions together, but it looks so harmonious and beautiful, so beautiful that he couldn't help but shed tears Come.

After a while, the little wolf called out in a daze, "Little Fifth Brother." At this moment, his tears had already blurred the entire beautiful and immature face.

Song Jing was led by Wu Qihan, and drove a beam of light down on the mountainside. Looking back at the vast night, the cold wind howled, and large flakes of snowflakes fluttered on her face, which was icy and cold.The blood on the hands dried up, sticking to the skin and it was very uncomfortable. The inexplicable and complicated emotions before were blown by the mountain wind, and the face was cold and cold, and the heart was like falling into an ice cellar again, blocked layer by layer, without any waves.

Sun Xiaowu, I will send Han Zhang to your side for you, and let you take revenge with your own hands.

Han Zhang, you only have a few more days to live.I'm still staring at your life.

little wolf.Song Jing was silent, as far as he could see it was pitch black, the Tanlang of the Beidou family seemed to be the boy who disappeared during the Peach Blossom Case.In this way, there is no enemy chasing and killing you. Believe you, when Xiao Wu and I are not by your side, you can live well.

Next to the vermilion gate of the brothel, under the high wall, a slender man in thin red clothes raised his beautiful face like an evildoer, his red lips curved into a sexy look, and a deep sigh overflowed his throat: "It's really slow." .”

He put his right hand to his lips, and murmured softly: "It turns out to be a genius of Tanlang's lineage, tsk tsk, it's really hard to see this crying appearance. Even for the heir of Tanlang who is known for being cruel He will cry, I will let him go tonight."

Shu Jinxiu turned around and walked into the wind and snow, the red clothes disappeared into the vast night, the cold wind and snow, with a chuckle, messed up in the wind.

"Fortunately, little Song Jing's first kiss was given to me, ha ha."

50 no rocks

更新时间2010-5-57:04:17字数：3834

It didn't take long before night fell, but the night sky in winter was already dark early.It was dark blue-black, and the wind was so cold that people couldn't keep their eyes open.

Song Jing followed Wu Qihan, stepping on the path up the mountain, walking on the thick snow layer with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

On the mountain at night, the Tantai family opened a ban, no one is allowed to fly on it.So after that, the high and steep mountain roads have to be walked up by legs.

The moment Song Jing's body exploded with spiritual power, it was already shattered. Under the cover of the thick winter clothes, the pale skin was already chapped, and the blood slowly soaked out, soaking through the underwear like sweat. .The underwear was wet and sticky to the body, and the dried blood mixed with the fresh blood flowing out, tossing wantonly under the clothes.

Song Jing gradually relaxed her mind, her mind has long been blurred, only the slender and indifferent figure in front of her eyes, walking forward at a steady speed, her feet followed the unconscious movement of that person, shaking like this Shaking, stepping on the snow layer and moving forward slowly.

The wind was howling, and the snow was flying heavily. On the way here, the winding footprints of the two were annihilated under the snowflakes.

I can no longer tell how many hours I have walked, and going up the mountain is more distant, long and difficult than going down the mountain.

When the first ray of white light shone into his eyes, he opened his sore and tired eyes wide as if he felt it, and looked forward. The mountain gate made of huge rocks was already close in front of him, reflecting In the faint morning light, it looks majestic and simple.

The snow has become smaller unconsciously, and now there are only scattered small snowflakes floating around, forming soft outlines in the dim light.

Wu Qihan stood with his hands hanging by his side, waiting for him quietly under the mountain gate. His ordinary face was like a stone carving, straight and expressionless, making it hard to guess what he was thinking.

"Here?" Song Jing curled her lips and chuckled, she was indeed caught.

As soon as the voice came out, he himself was surprised by his hoarse and weak tone. It turned out that he had tossed himself into this appearance after going out for a couple of days.

He stepped into the mountain gate: "Butler Wu, where should we go first?"

Song Jing's eyes were cold, Tantai Qingyan, how will he punish the disobedient and escaped Xiao Qingli this time?

Wu Qihan turned around and led the way: "Second Young Master Xiao is seriously injured, let the Patriarch treat him first." He walked past the house in the front mountain, and many disciples had already got up early at this moment, but it seemed that they hadn't seen these two people. His eyes didn't fall on them at all, but he consciously avoided them as he walked all the way, coming and going, with the "rustling" sound of the snow under his feet, which made the surroundings more and more silent.

Song Jing's intuition was wrong, those people didn't look at him, but he felt as if he was being stared at fiercely.

What's wrong?He shook his head in a daze, walked mechanically with a pale face, hesitated for a while, and finally did not explore further.

If he stopped now, maybe he would have to fall to the ground.Wu Qihan probably wasn't the one who would pick him up.

Song Jing thought vaguely, if he fell down, Wu Qihan might stand by his side, like a sculpture that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, with no expression or movement, and then when he woke up from a coma enough, he would say a few words "The Patriarch has been waiting for a long time, Second Young Master Xiao, please follow me." Then she turned around quietly without looking back at herself, as if she was sure that she could keep up.

He was delighted by his own thoughts, his eyes were narrowed, his thin lips were slightly curved, the ground in front of him was white, and the reflected light was dazzling.

So don't fall down, Song Jing.

Holding his breath, he trekked step by step, never noticing the hostility and grief hidden in the disciples around him when they glanced at him from the corner of their eyes.

Because I didn't see it, I didn't have a chance to think about it