Chapter 35： Chad bones

Xu Xingzhi only feels that his head is like a gong that is about to be smashed. If you think about things, you will have to jump and jump. You can only ask the most instinct first. The important thing: "How about Tao?"

"Tao leisure, he suffered some injuries." Qu Chi answered with a distressed heart, "I am resting."

He said, he sensibly took out a small stone from the arms and wrapped it in a glass of colored paper. He reached out and touched the hair of Xu Xingzhi and comforted him: "Give you sugar. Don't worry." Action and look like a Child Wang big brother.

Xu Xingzhi grabbed two unkindly, one broke into his arms, and one peeled open under the tongue, and vaguely asked: "What about heavy light?"

Qu Chi: "Also sleeping."

Xu Xingzhi is a little surprised: "He..."

Qu Chi carefully organized a wording, and then slowly spoke openly, for fear of missing details in the story.

"When I was in a puzzle, I was with North and South... There was a ghost to smash our hearts. We only fought for a moment, and the light was hit. Later...he always took us through the break. Those illusions The scenes are different, some are in the grasslands, some are in the desert, there are a lot of sounds in our ears, and there is a voice telling me that Tao Xian is dead... but I haven’t had time to worry, the light is broken. I followed him to the next one..."

There is no difference between Qu Chi’s thinking and the child. When he talked about it, he didn’t focus on it. Xu Xingzhi listened with a heart, and when he got up with a headache, he asked: “...What happened to the light? It’s going to sleep, but now injured?"

Qu Chi is busy pulling the hand of Xu Xingzhi: "He broke the line when he was too much, so it is easy to find you, and you see that you are fainting. He is three-focus and vomiting blood. You have been sleeping for three days and three nights. I have never closed my eyes and have been on your side, saying that I will wait for you to wake up and say it. Only then can he not stunned and change me to accompany you."

Xu Xingzhi was confused when he heard "he vomiting blood". Wherever he could still listen to the words of Qu Chi, he barefooted to the inside of the cave.

Tao sleeps on a paved hay, his eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, his skin is pale, but he has at least a little more vitality than Meng Zhongguang, who has a dead body.

Meng Zhongguang was on the edge of the straw bed, as if he was deliberately separating himself from others. His solitary one, the slender wrists and ankles can be broken with one hand. From the direction of Xu Xingzhi, he looks like a small hand, it is like a child who has been wronged and tempered.

Xu Xingzhi lowered his voice and asked, "Why don't you let him sleep with me?"

Qu Chi also learned Xu Xingzhi to keep the voice down: "He said that there is ventilation, you have to sleep more comfortably."

"Yes, the outside is more airy." Xu Xingzhi said, "Is it hard to take the pottery out and sleep."

Qu Chi carefully lifted the sleepy pottery and walked away from his head, fearing that he would hit the rock that slanted out.

Xu Xingzhi walked over, first used the missing right arm to go under the threat of Meng Zhongguang, and then used his other hand to bypass his waist, and touched his lumbar vertebrae a little bit to find his empty right cuff, confirming the tightness. Then he pulled his upper body slowly and tried to take him to the center of the straw bed to rest. The movement was as soft as taking care of a cotton.

However, he only helped him a little, and Meng Zhongguang locked his eyes and hugged Xu Xingzhi's waist and rolled it on the straw several times.

He pressed Xu Xingzhi under his body, and his cheeks were buried in the shoulders of Xu Xing, softly shouting: "... caught you."

Xu Xingzhi only felt funny, and Shantou licked his hair with his chin: "Wake up?"

Meng Zhongguang should not, his fingers slowly slide down the back waist of Xu Xing, and finally land on the tail vertebrae. Gently, Xu Xingzhi trembled and almost swallowed his tongue: "Well..."

When he killed him, he couldn't think of the sensitive parts of his body. When he touched it, he softened into a pool of water, as if an animal was biting his core without hesitation.

Thinking of the outside and there is Qu Chi, Xu Xingzhi's hard life resisted without snoring, but kicked a large piece of straw under the well.

Meng Zhongguang’s reaction is more urgent than himself. He is eager to find something in himself, but he seems to be craving for something, but he is holding on to his teeth.

Xu Xingzhi felt that he was not right. He grabbed his back neck and picked him up like a kitten. He saw his traces of cinnabar on his eyebrows, and he sighed and sizzled hot and burned Xu Xingzhi’s chest: "...Don't be afraid, don't move... I don't bite you, I don't **** your blood... oh~~"

The pain of fullness lingered in his throat, boiling up and down like boiling water.

He struggled to get up and leave Xu Xingzhi, but his arms were soft and he fell back into Xu Xing's arms again and again.

Xu Xingzhi looked at Meng Zhongguang like this and only felt that his heart was blocked.

Meng Zhongguang was born as a demon. This is to replenish the yin and yang essence of the heavens and earth to refine it into a body. It can survive by only taking the aura. It is not necessary to use the blood as a normal demon to feed on a living.

Xu Xingzhi does not know why a demon will fall to this point. Perhaps it is because the original Lord is too fond of him, perhaps because of the bad settings that his original initiator made for him.

To be honest, Xu Xingzhi is now not very clear about the boundaries between illusion and reality.

If you don't clearly remember that you have a father named Xu Sanqiu and a younger sister named Xu Wutong, he may really doubt whether he is the real Xu Xingzhi.

Say a thousand and ten thousand, whether it is Xu Ping or Xu Xingzhi, they must take responsibility for Meng Zhongguang.

He sighed: "If you feel uncomfortable, you will **** my blood."

Meng Zhongguang shook his head desperately: "No, no..."

Xu Xingzhi opened the collar and exposed the shape of the collarbone. He put his fingertips against the slightly upper skin and let the light blue blood veins stand out: "Bite here."

Meng Zhongguang’s eyes were straight, and he tried to twist his face. He had a cry in his voice: “Don’t be a brother...”

His scarlet eyes were forced to a layer of water mist. Xu Xingzhi was slightly funny. He didn't talk nonsense with him. He only reached out and pressed his head to his clavicle: "I let you **** me, there are so many. nonsense."

The blood scent that is close at hand is finally letting Meng Zhongguang lose his mind. There is a sharp tingling in the skin between Xu Xing's neck. Meng Zhongguang is like a hungry little suckling dog squatting in his neck. Blood, can not wait to swallow and suck, called Xu Xingzhi inexplicably blushing.

Soon, Xu Xingzhi felt that his body was cold, and his palm felt like a piece of ice, cold and tidal. Correspondingly, the body of the person in front of him burned like a fire, and he could not wait to hug Xu Xingzhi and burn it with him.

Xu Xingzhi was so cold that he closed his eyes and fell asleep. The Meng Zengguang, who had been full of blood, had not faded his cinnabar color, rubbed his lips, and kissed Xu Xingzhi's lips with attachment.

His movements seemed to be very skillful. First, he sealed the mouth of Xu Xingzhi, and carefully explored the tip of his tongue. He hit the top of his cheek and hooked it, and finally he sneaked in. The soft Xiangjin slowly invaded. Xu Xingzhi's mouth.

Suddenly, Xu Xingzhi’s body was shocked, and he felt that it was difficult to behave in the mouth. It was like a soft kitten with a burr and a tongue that was naughty, but he seemed to be eating this set, and he was so slowly searched. The last bit of strength in the body.

He heard someone vaguely and sweetly calling himself: "Sister..."

I don't know why, Xu Xingzhi's heart was filled up easily by these two words, and he slept with peace of mind.

When Xu Xingzhi woke up, he felt that his hands and feet were sore. He raised his hand and licked a place that was bitten before going to sleep. It was completely healed. However, he only needed to have a side of his head to see a straw that was wet and **** not far from his neck. .

He was still lying in the cave, the straw under him had been laid, and Meng Zhongguang sat far away from himself and his shoulders shook very badly.

Xu Xingzhi tried to find that he still had the strength to climb up and he earned half of his body: "...Meng Zhongguang?"

Meng Zhongguang turned around and his eyes filled with tears. He blinked straight down.

Xu Xingzhi: "...What are you crying?"

... I still cry when I have enough to eat, and it’s hard to wait for a small bastard.

Meng Zhongguang did not speak, and he looked at Xu Xing's tears. The hearts of Xu Xing's eyes were all crisp. He didn't support him for a moment, and he gently waved his hand at Meng Zhongguang: "Come here."

Meng Zhongguang slammed his hands and feet and climbed onto him, like a little milk cat.

He whispered in tears: "Who told the brother to give me blood? I can't help it... I wake up and see my brother not moving, I thought the brother is..." He paused, succumbed, "... brother It is you who seduce me."

……seduce.

... **** seduce.

But think about it, Xu Xingzhi also realized that he was a bit rash.

For Meng Zhongguang, when he was sick, he was unconscious and unrecognizable. When he tasted the blood, he was like an old man who met food. He couldn’t stop. When he smoked his blood and woke up, he saw blood on his neck and personnel. Xu Xingzhi, who is unconscious, is afraid to scare the three souls out.

Thinking about this, Xu Xingzhi, who was sucked up by dizziness, touched his hair: "Cheng, blame me, can't I? Don't cry, how to be like a little girl."

Meng Zhongguang was touched twice in the arms of Xu Xing, and the hair that was blown up served a lot.

He opened the storage ring and took out one of the things from it: "Brother, I will return your hand to you."

He cherished holding a wooden hand and prepared to put it on Xu Xingzhi.

Xu Xingzhi's right wrist wound should have been treated by Yuan Ruyi. The worn-out place has been smoothed as before, but Meng Zhongguang's movements are still very careful. It seems that he is worried that it will touch the wound that has already been bridged.

After Meng Zhongguang held the wooden hand close, Xu Xingzhi saw some doorways: "Wait, this is not my hand."

Meng Zhongguang blinked and said: "Yes."

Xu Xingzhi: "...I have a hand of pear, you are..."

Meng Zhongguang: "It is Bodhi wood."

Xu Xingzhi still wants to fight for something: "...I am..."

Meng Zhongguang looked up with tears and said: "This is the hand of the brother now. You are not allowed to use the nine lights to do it for you."

Xu Xingzhi was stunned by his little murderous cat, and he unconsciously softened it: "...walking."

He wanted to argue that the hand was made by his father. He used it for many years and used to it. But explaining this kind of thing is tantamount to finding a dead end. He can only default to Meng Zhongguang’s speculation.

However, after wearing it, Xu Xingzhi was quite surprised: "Oh, it is quite appropriate."

He turned his wrist and just wanted to ask when Meng Zhongguang did it for himself. Meng Chongguang came over: "The brother is still wearing this hand."

Xu Xingzhi smiled and said: "What about it, it is all fake."

Meng Zhongguang looked seriously at Xu Xingzhi: "As long as it belongs to the brothers, it is true, it is all good."

Xu Xingzhi slammed.

This is a matter of heart. After all, Xu Xingzhi, who is lying here, is a huge lie to Meng Zhongguang.

Xu Xingzhi is somewhat restless: "I am going out and walking."

Meng Zhongguang pressed Xu Xingzhi back: "The brothers should take a good rest."

"Let's lie down for a few days, and the body is lying crisp." Xu Xingzhi reluctantly pushed down his Meng Zhongguang and fell on the straw. "You are here to rest well. Not allowed."

Meng Chongguang lay on his back and whispered a request: "...you can't get up."

Xu Xingzhi laughed.

The old goblin in front of him is seamlessly joined with the people in the memory. This is called Xu Xingzhi's inexplicable joy to relax.

He leaned over and kissed him on the cinnabar on his forehead.

So Meng Zhongguang was lying on the ground and did not move. Before Xu Xingzhi’s exit, he did not forget to remind him: “The brothers are careful around, and the ghost king may go back and return.”

...not "possible", but "surely."

Xu Xingzhi raised his hand and stroked his heart position.

In his body, there is a remnant soul belonging to the leaf patching. According to the character of the ghost king Nan snail, it is the case that the remnant soul will be retrieved anyway.

Sadly, Xu Xingzhi’s search of the body and the body can not find out where the soul is.

. . . It may have been countered by its own soul. After all, the soul is too weak and weak, like a leaf to make up himself.

The Ghost King is an uncompromising idiot, but what does the young disciple who believes that "the non-doer is not necessarily a wicked person" is doing something wrong?

At the same time, Xu Xingzhi was very concerned about the half sentence that Ghost King said when he lost his power.

"You have been washed..."

wash? What to wash?

The spirit and experience of the Ghost King are incomparably strong. They should not suddenly fail when they are determined to win. Therefore, what is happening in their own body is beyond what he controls.

It is not difficult for Xu Xingzhi to think that the latter half of his words are "washing the soul", but this is really absurd. The only time Xu Xingzhi could think of his own possible "washing the soul" was only forced into the body of the original master when he entered the wild.

However, the experience at that time was completely different from the experience of being washed away.

Xu Xingzhi thought about it and couldn't think of a reasonable explanation. He had to walk outwards in a distracted way.

Lu Yujiu, who was burning outside the cave, saw him hurriedly get up: "Xu brother. Your face..."

Xu Xingzhi knows that he has just been sucked through blood. He may not be much worse than a dead dog. He doesn't want to talk more about it: "It's a good thing, just wake up, dizzy. What about Ruo and Awang?"

"They went hunting."

Xu Xingzhi asked: "What about Zhou Fatzi?"

The eyes behind Lu Yujiu's mask hang down slightly, whispering: "One hundred steps westbound, six hundred steps southbound, he is there."

Xu Xingzhi's curiosity: "He is alone?"

Lu Yujiu licked his lips and thought about it after a moment: "He is with his body."

Xu Xingzhi snorted, and took a few steps to understand what Lu Yujiu meant: "... Did he find it?"

"Yes, I found it. He was in the vicinity of this year, and Zhou Shijie is also." Lu Yujiu said softly, "He looked for three days and finally found it. He said he wanted to be alone... and his The body is waiting for a while."

The grass is withered, the west wind is remnant, and Zhou Beinan is shot by one person. He is sitting alone. The ghost gun that has been broken into powder by Nanshi has been repaired. It is inserted obliquely on the ground, and the red dragonfly flies like a dragon.

Xu Xingzhi has not yet approached, Zhou Beinan picked up a stone and threw it back without saying: "I want to be alone, walk away."

Xu Xingzhi picked up the stone and slammed it: "I don't go, just stand here. If it feels too quiet, you call me, I will give you a solution."

Zhou Beinan did not speak, and Xu Xingzhi sat on the ground like this, and he began to carry the fan fan that he carried with him.

After seeing the eight big characters of "When I am going to give up my life today", Xu Xingzhi slowly stroked the direction along the direction of the pen. The golden sands are countless, and the pens of young people are sharp and sharp, and there are stocks that don’t go back.

After a short time, Zhou Beinan reached out and patted his own side, indicating the past of Xu Xing.

Xu Xingzhi was on call, stood up, slammed his feet and walked forward.

Until he approached, Xu Xingzhi saw a deep pit about ten feet deep in front of Zhou Beinan. He sat on the side of the pit and his feet fell on the side of the pit.

He looked down at the neck and saw a thin bone lying on his back for 13 years, with a long gun on his right shoulder blade.

... Xu Xingzhi recognizes that it is a steel rifle that was carried around in the original memory of Zhou Beinan.

Xu Xingzhi wanted to say something, but Zhou Beinan snorted and motioned him not to speak.

The pale, dead bone suddenly gave a long sorrow, and then the bones grew on the bones.

Soon, there will be another "Zhou Beinan" at the bottom of the deep pit, Zhou Beinan 13 years ago.

Thirteen years ago, Zhou Beinan, who met with Ghost Wang’s narrow road, followed the five or six Ying Tianchuan monks who were on the side of the body and died. They were shot down, the right shoulder blade was nailed, and the left arm was broken into three pieces. The bones are twisted, lying at the bottom of the pit, and they are still screaming.

The singer Wang Nan raccoon did not pay attention to him and abandoned him.

After returning, Nanzi squatted down the pit with a very gentle smile on his face: "...I just gave you a look. Your sister should be a postpartum bloody, blood flowing from the ground, I was out of breath when I went.... You can rest assured that her soul has not been formed and it will be broken into powder by me. It is impossible to change the ghost."

When I heard this, Zhou Beinan was almost ruined: "You... you fucking-"

"This is the retribution that your hypocrites fall into my hands." The voice of Nanzi was very quietly playing in the air, he pointed to the distance, the palm of his hand came to his ear, and smiled viciously, "...heard Is your sister a beautiful girl? When I first went to her, she was crying. But I am not interested in such a small child, I will leave it to you. You just listen to her crying. I cherish it. After two days, she will never cry again."

Zhou Beinan tried to struggle, but his shoulders were wedged too tightly, and the cheekbones were penetrated again, and there was no way to push the power.

He refused to believe the words of the South Beaver, and shouted: "Small string! Small string! Brother is here! If you hear it, answer it!"

The southern raccoon laughed and went.

After a short time, there was a sound of the sound of the bamboo cymbals, which came from near to far, and disappeared with the crying of the baby.

Zhou Beinan lies at the bottom of the pit, and time passes silently.

After a day, or two days, he could not hear the cry of his niece.

Perhaps the child is dead, perhaps it has been taken away by someone who is wild, and killed.

Zhou Beinan was trapped at the bottom of the pit, unable to move, and looked up at the wild sky with only the size of the wellhead.

In the first few days, he yelled and yelled, but no one heard his voice; later, his scorpion was dumb and eroded by the wind and sand; then, later, the worm climbed into his body. He was arrogantly rushing along his wounds, and he could do nothing.

... He spent the last sixteen days of life in this deep pit where he did not see the sky.

Zhou Beinan's hopeful eyes were covered with gray, and another layer was laminated with haze. Finally, the desperation of death was swallowed up.

Zhou Beinan’s fierce and flamboyant life ended in a dark, ugly ash pit.

At the time of the "Zhou Beinan" returning light, Xu Xingzhi clearly heard Zhou Beinan screaming a few names with a hoarse voice: "Little String! Qu Chi!! Snow Dust!... Xu Xingzhi! OK! !!"

After shouting out these names, the last trace of the light in the "Zhou Beinan" lying underneath was also ruined. The body collapsed and turned into a flying sand. There was only a pale bone lying there.

Soon, "Zhou Beinan" is back.

It repeats everything that has been experienced before death, over and over and over.

Zhou Beinan bowed his head and sat on the edge of the deep pit. With his other half of the soul, he watched his death process over and over again, and Xu Xingzhi accompanied him on the side of his body and silently accompanied him to watch it again.

- Zhou Beinan is a "dark ghost" that has lost its memory.

The only reason for the ghost to become a "dark ghost" is that his cause of death is so fierce that the spirit is broken, the five divisions are split, and even the pain is unwilling to recall his death.

After watching it again, Zhou Beinan actually laughed.

"...I actually called your name before dying." Zhou Beinan said, "I was definitely not awake at the time."

Xu Xingzhi did not know what to say: "...sorry. If I was at that time..."

Zhou Beinan bowed his head and a bitter smile on his lips: "Thirteen years have passed, and what is the use of these."

He looked down at his face 13 years ago and said to himself: "When I was studying, I often didn't know what the poems really meant. I thought it was just a strong word for the new words. But now I am understood."

He stretched his fingers to the dark sky, prolonged the tone, and said one word at a time: "The yellow crane broke the head of the rock, is it now? The old Jiangshan is a new one. If you want to buy osmanthus with the wine, it is not like... ”

In the last sentence, his voice fell and he reached out to take the shoulder of Xu Xingzhi: "...not at all, juvenile swim."

The author has something to say: heavy light: kitten tongue, body sputum.