Chapter 982

When the figure of the three people came out again, there was a quiet bamboo forest in front of them.

There are not many secrets of inheritance. Behind the bamboo forest are three cottages. There is only a shallow stream flowing in front of the door, which looks like a seclusion place outside the world.

It's quiet, quiet and light.

As soon as arbor enters here, he takes a deep breath and feels full of a sense of peace.

It's nothing to do with any more fighting outside.

"Benefactor, what can I do next?" The little monk has some light worry between his eyes and eyebrows.

As soon as the tree saw it, he immediately reached out his hand and rubbed his little face. "I'm a little old man. If there's anything else, we'll go to see the elder. "

After that, he took the round headed monk in one hand, walked into the bamboo forest, and came to the door of the three cottages.

Push away the master bedroom in the middle, and a faint fragrance comes to your face.

The body of the tree suddenly stopped, staring at the dead bone on the bed, slightly stupefied.

The dead bone is covered with a layer of red robe, sitting in a very upright position.

For a moment, the tree seemed to see the woman who hunted in red and swept the army of thousands of people with the power of one man in the past.

"Benefactor." The little monk reached out and shook her dress.

The tree slowly over the God, some straight eyes looked down at the empty one.

"What's the matter with you?"

Arbor shook his head, a hand consciously pressed on the chest: how suddenly there is a kind of breathless feeling. It's like having an invisible claw and holding on to her heart, which makes her speechless for a while.

It seems that at that moment, the sadness in my heart is hard to express, as if I want to vent through crying.

Her eyes suddenly turned red.

But why does she suddenly want to cry?

"You look so sad, benefactor." The little monk reached for her leg and rubbed it against it. "You pick me up."

The arbor looks still a little dazed, but according to the words, he holds the little bald head.

Then the little monk put out his hand around her neck, held out a little hand, and stuck it on her face. He said seriously, "don't cry. I can't see a woman crying

Full of good sad atmosphere, said by the little monk, almost disappeared.

Qingluan looks around, turning his white eyes speechless.

"Is it better?" The palm of the little monk's hand has an endless stream of heat. It is quite warm to stick it on her cold little cheek.

"This elder, he must have been dead for many years." The little monk looked back at the bed and said, "look at her, her face is peaceful, with a smile. You must have known your destiny is over."

some of the green Luan want to Tucao small bald, you come from the eyes of this, make complaints about this skeleton.

"People will come to this step, unless you jump out of the sky and can ignore the heaven."

"Don't be sad, benefactor." The little monk comforted, "let's go up and have a look. What can I leave for you! Since the elder opened the cave to let us in, he must have left something for you. "

Qingluan nodded, "master, don't be sad. Let's go and have a look. "

Trees have reddish eyes, but in fact, some of them can't understand themselves.

It's not the first time she's faced death. Why is there mood swings?