Chapter 1148

Rain, constantly beating around, they fall from the sky on the girl's red umbrella, and then fall from around the umbrella, forming a curtain.

The girl under the umbrella is smiling like a flower.

A smart woman may be stupid only in the face of a man she likes.

Obviously, the old way in front of us is not this one.

In the face of the young girl's counterattack,

Lao Dao just smiles.

Lower your head,

the sole steps on the puddle, splashing a lot of water,

"why do you come?" Lao Dao asked.

The girl didn't answer.

"It seems that your father is really ready to kill his family?"

The girl still didn't answer.

Lao Dao scratched his already wet hair, stepped forward and went on.

The girl continued to walk in her own direction with her umbrella.

Before the distance between the two sides has been extended, the old Taoist priest stopped and waved his hand: "do you know him well?"

The young girl stops and,

to be honest,

she doesn't know her,

if she really knows him,

she won't be thrown away by the man mercilessly for two times successively,

at the end,

comes out of the resting place and has been labeled with the countdown of life.

No matter she was in Emei Mountain or at the door of the bookstore a while ago, she lost both times. Not only did she lose, but she also lost a lot.

Every time, I have folded most of my own here.

Fold it several times in a row, and you'll lose yourself.

But, fortunately, I don't have much time.

The sword was already hanging in front of the man's eyes. The falling time was nothing more than tonight or tomorrow morning.

It is estimated that

this rain, this typhoon,

has not ended, has not left,

this sword,

can fall.

The next one, i.e. myself, is that there is no more time, plus another one, which is not negative or positive, but a lot of things, in fact, can be said to be indifferent.

"Know better than you."

"Really?" There was a smile on Lao Dao's face.

"Really."

"Then you say, will he die?"

"It will die."

Without hesitation, the girl replied directly.

Lao Dao licked his tongue. He wanted to take himself as an example, but as the young girl said before, he was not an example at all.

This kind of feeling makes people feel uncomfortable. It is clear that they have succeeded, but they have not been able to get the flowers and applause that the winners deserve.

It's just to make yourself look like Kong Yiji.

a circle of people around you is to laugh that you're dead.

it's useless to let yourself exhaust as much money as possible and say how many ways to write the word "death".

Perhaps, the biggest problem of

is that he may not be firm himself.

"You can't live either." The old Taoist said with emotion.

The girl ignored, continued to spread, and took a step,

"I am his daughter."

"But he is the master!"

Lao Dao immediately turned to look at the girl's back,

his shouting sound seemed to be fragmented in this stormy night.

"He is the Lord, he has made this rule for this world. Why do you women always like such innocence?"

Perhaps the last point is not reconciled to it, but also like the final questioning.

At this time, Lao Dao seems to have lost some of his former demeanor, but he really can't care about it and doesn't intend to worry about these things any more.

Previously, at the time of success, Tibetans showed a wave in front of themselves;

just now, when walking back home, the girl stabbed herself again!

People and ghosts are all on show. Only the prince is being beaten!

How can Lao Dao keep his inner peace?

Besides, he was not a stable master.

"He's dead, but he's still alive." The girl turned her head and looked at the old man in the rain. "He's alive, so it's easy."

The old Taoist priest was stupefied for a while, when he reached their level,

in many words,

it was really a little bit of penetration,

under the Xuanyuan sword,

the eight immortals crossed the sea, showing their magic power.

What you can think of, others probably think of, others have tried, you probably have considered.

No one really dares not to pay attention to whether it's a matter of survival or not.The girl said "he" and "he", one is to win the hook, the other is to "Zhou Ze".

Winning hook will die,

but with a high probability,

Zhou Ze will survive.

And the girl's goal is Zhou Ze.

She is just following Zhou Ze,

waiting for the sword to come down,

waiting for the sword to kill the man she loves most and hates most in her life,

then,

she will pick up the survivor under the sword,

you can say that he is a armor, or a garment,

what she has to do,

just put him on herself On my body.

Xuanyuan sword is her father's sword;

Zhou Ze is the one who has just been born from the sword;

at present, as one of the ancestors of zombies, whether the body exists or not really doesn't matter to her.

The body is nothing but a skin bag.

His father's sword, plus Zhou Ze's body and soul, who just survived from the sword.

With these two things in hand,

she will probably have a better chance of surviving.

You can say some wishful thinking, but I have to say, it's really a way.

It's not that no one has thought about this method, but it's useless to even think about it.

because there is a key point that only she can satisfy.

that is,

she is the daughter of Yellow Emperor!

You can say that this method is ridiculous, because it is not 100% successful, but under Xuanyuan sword, no one is qualified to laugh at anyone.

"I'm not, can I?"

The old man reached for his face.

With her umbrella on her back, the girl smiled as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"I said, you have Dead. "

The old man also smiled,

just squatted in the puddle,

like an old man with Alzheimer's disease,

he slapped the puddle with one hand, like a naughty boy playing with his mother's punishment after ignoring it, laughing:

"how do you know that bookstore owner can live?"

Smell speech,

the girl is silent,

it is not only silence, but also directly cold.

Lao Dao asked her before if she knew him.

In fact, she really doesn't know her.

But she was able to prove one thing with the bloody failures, the pale heart and lungs, and the position of Zhou Ze in his heart.

It comes from a woman's intuition, which is innate; she can clearly perceive who her competitors are.

Win the hook,

will let him survive,

she firmly believes,

she is determined!

"He will survive."

And the winner, and the man, will die.

The end of his life.

Once the man dies, the rest of the man, Zhou Ze, loses the power of winning the hook. What is it?

An ordinary person?

Good point, a zombie?

But zombies, in front of her, what are they?

"You want to stop me?"

The young girl asked the old man.

The old man shook his head and said, "he and I have both gone."

The implication is that he won't interfere.

"Good."

The girl went on with her umbrella.

The old Taoist sat down with his back against the electric pole. Anyway, he was already wet, and there was nothing to leave.

When the girl's back disappeared into the rain in front of her, she smiled again.

"I think I'm smart."

After sighing,

the Taoist priest raised his head,

the light of the street lamp was dazzling, while the heavy rain around it made the light of the street lamp a little slack, creating an effect similar to the Moon Halo.

In this confusion,

Lao Dao seems to see a lot of people, but he doesn't let his thoughts stop here.

Reach out, pat yourself on the jaw, then stand on the ground, stand up again.

He began to go back,

this road,

some people are going forward,

and he,

is against them.

The living move forward, the dead move back;Fortunately, after such a long walk, the library is finally in front of us.

Through the glass, lawyer an saw the old way out in the rain. He immediately rushed out with an umbrella to help the old way keep out the rain.

All the umbrellas covered the Taoist priest's body. The shirt on lawyer an's body had been wet for a long time.

Lao Dao didn't rush in, but looked at lawyer an and asked:

"have you ever had an umbrella before?"

"Never." Lawyer Ann seems to be honest.

In his last life, he was a very young man in Guangzhou. He was busy playing all day. He was so drunk that he didn't understand the truth of life until his father died and his family was backward.

But it's true that the son wants to raise and doesn't want to stay.

Lao Dao nodded, and lawyer an added: "it's not for a mixed meal."

Flattery is for eating. After all, no one in the world is really born cheap and likes flattery.

Lao Dao's eyes swept to all the people in the room, and finally fell on lawyer an's face.

His hand, on lawyer Ann's shoulder, clapped.

Lawyer an only felt that his bones were going to crumble.

Then,

Lao Dao turned back and looked at the black rain curtain behind him,

Dao:

"your boss, you are going there."

"Well."

Lao Dao reached out and touched his face. Then he finally opened the door and came in.

All the people in the library are here except the Yingying who accompanies the boss to go out.

When Lao Dao comes in, everyone's eyes will naturally follow him.

Lao Dao didn't care that he was already wet. Of course, the staff in the study wouldn't mind that he soiled the floor. He let Lao Dao drag the water stains like this and walk to the painting again.

Lao Dao's hands caressed the painting.

Lips, some dry.

When Tibetans ascended to heaven, they gave him a knife;

the former girl also gave him a knife;

Xuanyuan sword, in fact, also gave him a knife.

But

"I'm not dead!"

All of a sudden, Lao Dao made a thick voice!

This sound made all the people in the study pale. Even for them, they couldn't bear it, although the Lord didn't deliberately target them.

Then,

Lao Dao sighed,

as if it had been a previous event, but the last one was unwilling to vent, just like the last radiance of the setting sun.

"Well,

I just,

miss you..."