Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

road.First the Ghetto, then the West Drunken Flower, and then you.Wow, there are many back roads. "

Xia Yu was silent, Tantai Qingyan's style of work has always been to advance and retreat properly, what is lost will be reaped.

"Do you know the slums in Tantai Town?" Shu Jinxiu narrowed her eyes slyly, "Tantai Town, just at the foot of the Tantai family's mountain, there are poor, dirty, violent slums, don't you think it's strange Wow?"

"That's for the dead ghost." Shu Jinxiu saw the slight doubt in Xia Yu's eyes. Obviously, he didn't know that the Tantai family was powerful, but they could still tolerate such a shameful place under their noses. He slanted The corners of his lips were drawn up obliquely, "He transferred the punishment of fate to the slums through forbidden techniques, and let thousands of people there share the retribution he deserved."

"This is the culprit of the people in the slums, suffering, death, and incomplete life."

"Naturally, the slums are just relief, not real transformation, so we need Xizuihua." Shu Jinxiu licked her lips, as if tired of talking, raised her eyes and asked, "Hey, you know Xizuihua Is it?"

Xia Yu nodded.

"That's good. Little Song Jing didn't tell you that Tantai Chunshui's face was planted with weeding flowers?" Shu Jinxiu's dark red eyes flashed with clarity, "The weeding flowers of Tantai Chunshui are At the request of Tantai Qingyan, I voluntarily planted it."

Xia Yu was stunned for a moment, and then said affirmatively: "Impossible." In fact, Tantai Qingyan was most concerned about Tantai Chunshui, he knew it.

"You mean, Tantai Qingyan can't bear Tantai Chunshui?" Shu Jinxiu snorted lightly, "Then he still can't bear you?"

"What do you mean?" Xia Yu involuntarily tightened her body when she instinctively wanted to hear the key point.

Shu Jinxiu's cold eyes slid across Xia Yu's stiff cheeks, and she smiled gorgeously: "Naturally, at the moment when Xizuihua matures, transfer your five senses to Tantai Chunshui, and at that time, Tantai Chunshui will It will be fine, but you are the one who lost all five senses, all emotions and six desires faded away. Xia Yu, you must know that you are the furnace that Tantai Chunshui has cultivated for ten years, and the last one to dispel the influence of the West Drunken Flower. Great tool wow."

As if struck by a thunderbolt from the blue sky, Xia Yu completely froze in place, her eyes full of disbelief, her own blood was flowing... no matter how she called her father...

Shu Jinxiu raised her eyebrows triumphantly, and continued: "Do you know why I brought you back? I just saw that the western drunken flowers in Tantai Chunshui are about to ripen. So it's best to take the furnace cauldron back and put it in close hand It can be used at the moment when the western drunken flower matures."

The world seemed to be different. Xia Yu never expected that the pain could come even deeper.There was a shadow of Shu Jinxiu's red lips curved in his eyes, and he fell down in a whirl.

"Tsk tsk, I stayed in the snow all night, and I don't even know if I have a high fever." Shu Jinxiu turned her face to one side, "Hey, little Song Jing, do you want to come out?"

Hidden by the forest, Song Jing walked out with his hands in his hands, his face pale. He narrowed his slender phoenix eyes: "Shu Jinxiu, what you said before is true?"

"Who knows wow." Shu Jinxiu smiled wickedly, "I'm leaving wow, see you soon wow."

After he finished speaking, his figure was like the wind, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Song Jing was silent, walked forward, and cast a volley technique on the fallen Xia Yu. After reducing the weight, she bent down and hugged Xia Yu.

His palm touched Yiye's silver-white hair, and he bit his lower lip: "It's good to have me, Xia Yu, mother and father, why should you think about it. They don't have you in their hearts, why do you still think about them?"

Turning around and walking back, the body of the person in his arms was hot, and he didn't know how long it had been burning.His face, which was covered with ice and snow before, was gradually turning red now.

As for what happened next, whether the bitter fruit of Xizuihua fell on Xia Yu or Tantai Chunshui, Song Jing pursed her thin lips and didn't want to care about it anymore. The ability of the cat, how can it beat him now.

I always feel that the rain is about to come, and the wind is full.

65 Ten Finger Fantasy Dream

更新时间2010-5-1813:56:35字数：3475

Taking Xia Yu back to the hut where he lived, and putting him on the bed, Song Jing stretched out her hand to gather up the long silver-white hair, and gently scattered it on the pillow.Xia Yu's face was crimson, her brows were tightly furrowed, and her eyes were tightly closed, as if she was still immersed in the cruel reality.

The monk's cold is just exhaustion, as long as he has a good sleep, it will be fine.

"I will always be your friend, Xia Yu." Song Jing sat on the edge of the bed and said softly, "You have a good rest, I will go to Jingpo to see if the lake has melted."

His slender eyes were covered with a clear light. In addition to regret and distress, there was another inexplicable emotion in his heart. The desolation and emptiness of Weigu in the high mountains were like the howling of the falling mountain wind in his heart, which almost disturbed him. Always rational and calm thoughts.

However, he still suppressed this unknown emotion, carefully analyzed the cause and effect, and thought, what he should do now is to quietly stay away from Xia Yu, and let him slowly regain his calm.If she kept appearing in front of him, Xia Yu might feel even more uncomfortable in her heart.

Standing up gently, Song Jing looked at Xia Yu's silvery white long hair, the shiny and dazzling platinum hair became soft and fragile, a trace of hesitation flashed in her eyes, but she still turned around and walked out of the room.

The means and solutions he analyzed based on reason are not applicable to all occasions. For example, the friendship between people and getting along are not completely maintained by reason. What to do and what not to do are all No need to suppress emotions.Sometimes, according to the mood, you can do whatever you want.Hug, speak your mind, and shed tears, in fact, it is more soothing and straightforward than anything else.

But Song Jing had never encountered a situation that required emotional outbursts, so he didn't know it, and he believed that he had made the most optimal choice.and leave.

Only Xia Yu was left alone, lying quietly on the bed, under her closed eyes, no one could clearly see what kind of emotions were inside.

Outside the window was a flash of blush, high-profile blooming on top of the white snow, waiting quietly, the owner in red curled his lips, his eyes were unpredictable.

Song Jing, who walked to Jingbo, took out the rattan chair from the Qiankun Ring, placed it on the snow-covered shore, and sat down leisurely.When leaning back on the rattan chair, Song Jing suddenly felt that all the strength in her body had been used up during this period, and her body became weaker all of a sudden.The sun is slowly rising, the winter sun is soft, warm on the cheeks of the body, it seems to melt the bones of the whole body, the body is so soft that it can no longer lift a sliver of strength, and the laziness wants to maintain this posture forever .

It's a pity for the weather.Song Jing's eyes slid along the icy lake surface illuminated by the light to the place where the water and the sky line in the distance, and then slowly rose to the light sky. After a long time, it seemed that the long, satin-like hair cut by the sun appeared in front of my eyes again, the hard and unruly hair, which was not smooth at all, was completely different from its owner.

I feel a little depressed in my heart, looking at the wide lake, I can't open it, I feel depressed, I can't clear my mind of distracting thoughts.

It's a little worrying about gains and losses.

Pursing her thin lips, Song Jing's whole body was almost curled up in the rattan chair, her body slumped with no strength, and she suddenly felt that the past year was all a farce, and she could still stand on the sidelines while she was in it.But now, watching and watching, it seems that he has plunged himself into this black mud, and it is too late to get out of it.

Is this life Xiao Qingli's, or her own?

He closed his eyes, just in a daze, relaxed his whole body, and he fell into a deep sleep.

In the evening, Xia Yu woke up in the room.

He sat up, lifted the quilt on his body, looked around at the familiar decorations, a little dazed.It should be Xiao Jing who sent him back, but how should he face him?

Is it blame or revenge, or continue to live a plain and simple life with Xiaojing as if nothing happened?

But how much time do you have left?When the intoxicating flowers on Tantai Chunshui's cheeks mature, he will become a substitute for the bitter fruit suffered by Tantai Chunshui. He will have no emotions, six desires, and all five senses. He will live in a dark world without sound and taste all day long. Stone, just exists, but has no meaning of existence.

There was faint despair in his eyes, could it be that he has lived for 13 years, the greatest use of which is to become Tantai Chunshui's furnace, to suffer for him?

This cognition can't help but make people feel unwilling.In a place that I don't know, someone has already arranged a way out for me, and this way out is a dead end that can't be repented.

Why me?Xia Yu tightly clenched the quilt on both sides with her fingers, bit her lower lip tightly, her dead black eyes gradually covered with a dark color, there was a little madness in the gloom, I don't want to die now.I still think, no matter whether I hate it or like it, I must continue to look at Xiao Jing's figure.

Living in oneself still has expectations and longings.Blood dripped from the corner of Xia Yu's bitten lip, he glanced at Shu Jinxiu who was flaunting his existence outside the window, and said hoarsely, "Come in."

Shu Jinxiu chuckled lightly, his brows and eyes were full of beauty, his figure was like a butterfly,