Chapter 705

A shell exploded in the village in the mountain depression, and a large group of revolutionary soldiers who had no time to hide were overturned. Some broke their legs, some broke their hands, and some were even blown in two. This scene happened in front of Ning Tao who just came in. Even the murderous man felt numb on his back when he witnessed the bloody scene.

This is Hirano's memory space.

It is stored in the form of energy. Yuanying is also an existence of pure energy, so Ning Tao can come in.

A teenage soldier was blown up by a bomb and fell at the foot of Ning Tao. It was the bloody face he saw "outside". His body was full of wounds hit by shrapnel. The blood stained his face and his clothes.

"Run!" The little soldier shouted at his comrades lying on the ground behind him, and reached out and grabbed the worn rifle that fell to the ground. He tried to get up, but he couldn't.

In front of him, a large area of Japanese soldiers are rushing here.

Behind him, a group of frightened villagers were shivering on the ground. Women and children were crying. The cry was sad.

"Motherfucker! Run! I'll cut you off!" The little soldier roared and cried.

This voice, he is a Sichuan army. During the war of resistance against Japan, the Sichuan army contributed one fifth of the country's military resources, and one in five revolutionary soldiers who died was the Sichuan army.

The villagers got up from the dead and were ready to run in the other direction.

However, a group of Japanese soldiers from behind cut off the way for the villagers to retreat. Ning Tao, the leader, looked familiar. When he looked carefully, it was Hirano photosensitive in his youth. He waved his samurai sword and roared something. But it's Japanese. He can't understand it.

The little soldier grabbed an old rifle that fell to the ground. He wanted to get up and fight, but he couldn't get up at all.

Ning Tao instinctively stretched out his hand to give him some spiritual power, but his hand passed through the body of the little soldier and didn't touch anything. He remembered that he couldn't do anything. This was not the past time and space built by Zhenshi tower, jianshuban and cloud ore. he couldn't help him fight with Yuanying's upper body.

The little soldier was doomed to die.

Ning Tao can only watch.

A Japanese soldier rushed up and stabbed a bayonet into the little soldier's back. He reached out and grabbed the Japanese soldier's trouser leg tightly.

"Run away..." the little soldier's voice vomited out of his mouth with blood and water, which was very weak.

The Japanese soldier pulled out his bayonet and wanted to go forward, but the little soldier's hand still clung to his trouser leg and wouldn't let him go.

"Baga!" The Japanese soldier stabbed him with another bayonet

All the villagers were surrounded.

Hirano photosensitivity came to the villagers with his samurai sword and said something loudly, but the villagers couldn't understand it at all. Then he laughed. In the laughter, he waved a samurai sword and hit a woman's neck. Blood gushed, and the woman's head flew up from her neck and fell to the ground.

With a step, Hirano stabbed the samurai knife into the stomach of a child about seven or eight years old, and then cut down, and the child's intestines fell out

"Ah!" Ning Tao roared, jumped up and kicked Hirano photosensitive.

However, the body of his original baby ran through Hirano's body, but Hirano's samurai sword cut off another villager's head at that time.

He can't do anything.

All this is just Hirano's memory.

Ning Tao stepped back and he couldn't see it anymore.

Hirano's mind is still surging, with photo like figures and buildings floating and sinking in the waves, just like large and small ships floating on the sea, or large and small fish swimming in the sea.

Ning Tao stood tightly in Hirano's mind. Many photos and memories of the massacre floated past his eyes, but he didn't want to go in again. Those memories will make him very painful, but he can't do anything.

Another dynamic memory floated in front of Ning Tao. It was a memory of marriage.

Ning Tao plunged in.

At a temple, Hirano was bowing to his bride under the auspices of a monk. His bride is young and beautiful, with a happy smile on her face. His friends sent blessings and gifts to him and his bride, and he and his bride bowed one by one

Ning Tao retreated and entered several dynamic memories.

Hirano took his son to the zoo.

Hirano attended his son's University graduation ceremony.

Hirano took his grandson on a trip to Paris, France.

Hirano cried at his wife's funeral

In and out of the dynamic memory, Ning Tao almost left at a glance. He was equivalent to watching Hirano photosensitive for almost a lifetime. Finally, he withdrew from Hirano's mind.

When he opened his eyes, Ning Tao's pupils were as dark as ink.

One person killed so many people, cut off the head of an unarmed woman and cut open the child's stomach. In this way, he can do the most evil things, and he thinks he has made atonement and obtained peace and tranquility. Even if God promised, he wouldn't!

Put his hands on Ning Tao's shoulder.

Ning Tao glared angrily and even had the impulse to blow his fist over, even if he knew it was a soft voice.

Soft voice was startled by Ning Tao's eyes, but instead of leaving Ning Tao, she squatted down and hugged Ning Tao from behind.

What can make a man quiet most is the tenderness of a woman, and her arms are the tenderest.

Warm fragrant nephrite, soft as bone, this graceful feeling flowed in his body. Ning Tao's anger was diluted, and his feeling was better. He took a deep breath and recited in his heart, "I breathe in the womb and hear the sound of the road."

When!

When the divine bell rings, the sound of the avenue is mighty and rolling everywhere.

The violent and terrible negative feelings disappeared. Ning Tao whispered, "I'm fine."

Soft voice didn't loosen Ning Tao. She said in his ear, "you look terrible just now. I'm so worried about you. Let me hold you again. You'll feel better."

Ning Tao is all right, but she doesn't know. Ning Tao didn't leave her arms, so he sat and let her hold him.

Such a gesture is not pure, but in the face of such a heartfelt truth and care, so beautiful, how can he bear to refuse?

Indole, indole, indole

The sound of knocking wooden fish came out of the room, and the sound of Hirano photosensitive chanting scriptures.

Ning Tao frowned. Now listening to the sound of knocking wooden fish and chanting scriptures, he felt very harsh.

"I'll kill him!" The soft voice released Ning Tao and was about to go to the Buddha Hall with a gun.

Ning Tao stood up and stretched out his hand to hold her: "let's go back."

"But..." soft voice said, "he makes you so angry that even if I don't kill him, I'll beat him to calm you down!"

Ning Tao took her hand and walked back. As he walked, he said, "what I want is not temporary relief, but atonement. It's too cheap to kill him or beat him."

Soft voice nodded and let Ning Tao take her away.

When he stepped on the path, Ning Tao loosened his hand and always pulled it like this. He felt a little inappropriate. But unexpectedly, just as he released, soft voice's hand stretched out again to hold his arm.

Ning Tao's lips moved.

But without waiting for him to say anything, the soft voice scrambled and said, "is this pure?"

Ning Tao smiled bitterly and walked back with her. That's good. Although your Sutra has cleared away those terrible negative feelings, his mood is still very poor. If she holds him like this and gives him tenderness, his mood will be much better.

Entering the village, Ning Tao found several pairs of eyes peeping in the dark, some from the gap in the window, some from the crown of a tree in the distant forest. In his sight, these spies are as dazzling as lanterns in the dark, but they also seriously shield their own breath and think they are well hidden.

Ning Tao pretended to find nothing and returned to the room next to the temple with soft heavenly sound.

Entering the room, Ning Tao found a thin blanket and a pillow beside the tatami.

"Lord, you sleep on tatami, and I sleep on the floor." Soft voice said that there was a faint sadness in her voice, but she forced herself to smile.

Ning Tao said, "how can I do that? You sleep on tatami and I sleep on the floor."

"That's impossible. You're the Lord, and I'm your demon slave. It's impossible. It's impossible." Soft voice hurriedly refused.

Ning Tao grabbed her hand and pulled her to his side. Then he grabbed her shoulder and pressed him on the tatami.

Ruan Zihui obviously misunderstood something. He suddenly hugged Ning Tao and fell on the tatami with him, but he was still shouting: "no, no..."

Ning Tao supported the tatami with both hands and looked at the soft voice hanging on him. He was excited and speechless: "don't what?"

Ruan Zihui was embarrassed to release her hand. There was nothing in her pretty face that was not red. She didn't dare to look at Ning Tao and closed her eyes. It seemed that she had handed herself over to heaven's will. She would accept what heaven's will arranged to happen.

Ning Tao got up from the tatami. He looked at the soft heavenly sound lying on the tatami in an awkward posture. It was calm on the surface, but there was a charcoal fire in his stomach and a constant quarrel in his mind. The army attacked and retreated thirty miles. Every idea.

Soft voice lashes tremble, eyelids open a seam, peek, then nervously close their eyes.

Ning Tao sighed: "then don't sleep. You teach me the art of separation, and I'll teach you the art of sucking Yin by beating the kid."

Soft voice sighed, and she got up from the tatami.

Ning Tao sat on the tatami, and they passed on their magic skills with a dim yellow pine oil lamp

It's pure.