Nightfall

Looking at the two children who were desperately sucking milk in their arms, Sang Sang's face did not reveal the maternal luster that was often mentioned in the story, but she did not even have too much emotion, but her eyes were a little distracted because This picture proves that she is more and more like a human being, whether it is breastfeeding, or there is milk to feed.

The two children fell asleep after being full. She put the child aside, holding the armrest of the sacred seat, slowly stood up, walked outside the hall of the Tao, looked in a certain direction of the blue sky, took out the abacus from her arms, her fingers seemed to inadvertently fiddle, silent For a long time.

The drunkard is looking for her in the world, and Ning Que is rushing to this side. The reason for her silence is not uneasiness, but emotional discomfort. Her discomfort comes from every change in the process from God to man-this process she I have experienced it, but the pain and weakness have never been felt before. It is really and furious, especially when I think that the dog, the drunkard, forced him to flee everywhere, the humiliation made her unbearable.

I don't know if it was because of the production just now, this sense of humiliation has become very strong, and the desire to protect her territory and dignity is so strong that she quickly made a decision.

Walked back to the temple, she looked indifferently at the middle-aged stable woman who was sleeping under the seat of the god, and looked at the other party in the usual and usual manner, saying, "I will give you eternal life."

Nothing happened, no light, no tea, and no change in the fate trajectory that could not be seen but existed, because she was no longer the omnipotent Haotian.

For a moment, she said, "If I can live forever, I will give you life forever."

After finishing this sentence, she felt a little uncomfortable, and her face was a little hot. She thought that she would become so sick easily after becoming a human being. She wanted to do something to distract her attention. Suddenly she saw the iron clamp.

The iron pliers, which middle-aged Wenpo calls midwife forceps in her eyes, are naturally not exquisite in workmanship, but there is real wisdom or novel ideas in the circle where the front end is bent.

She was a little curious about who designed it. At this time, she saw the familiar logo on the iron tongs-yes, she knew the logo very well, because that was the logo produced by the Academy's workshop. She would be so familiar because she had made a lot of meals in the backyard of the college. Those kitchen knives had this logo.

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Sang Sang used great patience to rearrange the cloth that wrapped the child. From the appearance, he could finally barely call it a swaddle, but from the narrow frowns of the two children, it was not very comfortable.

As long as it can keep warm. She didn't want to worry about this kind of trivial matter and tied the two children to the sides of the **** horse saddle. She rode on the back of the blue lion and walked to the periphery of the capital.

The twilight is like fire, and there are occasional pedestrians in the streets that have been withered because of the war. Looking at the huge blue lion and the mulberry on the blue lion, people cried out in fright.

After passing through a wide chalk field, Sang Sang stopped the Green Lion temporarily. Thousands of people on the Guangchaichang are kneeling and praying to a small courtyard with a pile of white ash.

This is a Protestant believer who came from all over the world to visit their holy land and to remember their saints.

Now that the Protestant forces are gradually increasing, Song Qiliang and Chen Zhuguo are stormy, and the Taoist door is extremely difficult to maintain. They may be abandoned at any time, and they dare not shout and kill these Protestant believers as they did then.

Sang Sang knew that Ye Su was burnt to death in the small courtyard. Those piles of wood ashes, or his ashes, were from that day on, and her tendency to become weak was no longer irreversible.

Looking at the small courtyard and the black-pressed Protestant believers in front of it, she was silent for a while, not too angry, and angry at the dead, meaningless, but the mood was inevitably slightly turbulent, and the abdominal injuries were affected. After bursting a little, she looked down at the blood oozing out of Tsing Yi and frowned slightly, and then remembered that the number of frowns she had had these days was more than the sum of countless years in the past.

"Let's go." She said softly.

The blue lion slowly walked outside the city. The **** horse with two children followed. Those Protestant believers who were kneeling in the Guangchaichang did not notice the pedestrian at all, probably because of concentration, but also a kind of piety.

She was riding on the blue lion, looking at the world that was no longer yesterday, the mind was gradually diverging, there was no emotion on her face, no love, but there was some kind of divinity, and light slowly overflowed from the Tsing Yi.

She suddenly remembered something. When she was a child, she heard what Ning Que said about a bodhisattva. It seemed that she was also sitting on a green lion touring the world. This blue lion was originally taken from which bodhisattva she took from the chessboard. On its back, it really looks like a bodhisattva. Hearing Ning Que said that the bodhisattva is very determined and kind, and is a good bodhisattva, because he loves all people, whether they love him or not-she raises her eyebrows slightly to dispel this Feeling, thinking how can I become weaker than Buddha's bald donkey?

Out of the Song Dynasty capital, the green lion and the **** horse stopped and looked at her, signaling with their eyes, how should they go next, and how can they avoid the drunkards who are chasing here?

Sang Sang looked northwest, looking at a certain star, she remembered to name her star Sirius.

"Just go there."

There is Sirius in the northwest of the sky, and there is a small town in the northwest of the world.

She is now a Tang monk who Ning Que said. She only has a divine personality, but no divine power left. In the eyes of people such as the subject and the drinker, it is the biggest temptation. The great practitioners of that level will kill at all costs. To die her, Chang'an City is too far away, the return journey is very unsafe, so she is going to that town.

She suddenly thought that the guy named Tang Seng who Ning Que said later seemed to become a Buddha too. That guy was nagging, but also very stubborn, but she didn't understand why she always likes to escape when she is going west.

She didn't want to run away.

Haotian's dignity does not allow her to continue to run away.

She is going to that town to kill the drunkard.

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The town is at the border of Song and Yan, and it is now barren and deserted. The northeastern frontier formed by Tang Guoxin has penetrated into the hinterland of Yan. It is said that it has been besieged into the capital for ten days, and the evacuation team has already crossed the town. The place further south flooded, leaving only a piece of wolf ruins.

The only butcher shop in the town was closed, but the only calligraphy and painting shop was still open. The boss in the shop was waiting for someone. Although that person might not come back, the things he was going to do might never have a chance to go Do it, but before final confirmation, the boss decided to wait forever-what he didn't expect was that the drinker he waited for hadn't come back, but came an unexpected guest.

Sang Sang led the **** horse to the shop, crossed the threshold, looked at him, bent his knees a little blessed, and met with the well-known courtesy of humans he knew, it seemed a bit stupid, or awkward.

Chao Xiaoshu felt very awkward and looked at her and sighed, "You don't need to be rude."

He is a very handsome and genius unruly person, he is also very confident. When he walked in the rivers and lakes, he knew that he would see a lot of scenery and meet many amazing people, such as His Majesty the First Emperor, but he never thought about it. One day, He will become the uncle of Haotian.

Zhang San and Li Si also knew Sang Sang's identity. His face instantly turned white, panicked and disturbed to the extreme. When he saw the two children in the saddle beside the pink carvings, he was a little dazed.

"This is you ..." Sang Sang thought for a while and said, "Little brother and little sister."

There are three generations in the back hill of the academy. The third generation's master sister is Tang Xiaotang, followed by Zhang San and Li Si, Ning Qisheng's son and daughter, of course, the younger brothers and younger sisters.

Listening to this title, Zhang San and Li Si finally woke up and thought they were all their own people. What are they afraid of? Quickly stepped forward to meet her and shouted aunty with a smile.

Came from the capital to the town, not far away, the green lion and the black horse were as fast as lightning, the twilight had retreated, the night was coming, the town was dead, and only the paintings and paintings were lit with lights.

There is only one shop, a few people, but still have to eat.

Zhang San and Li Si have great courage, otherwise they would n’t hold a kitchen knife and chopped off the head of the viewer. When the chef made a few small dishes and served a few bowls of clear soup noodles, he was still a little uncomfortable and even said panic.

Haotian's own cooking? Who has eaten? Who is eligible to eat?

"Your master, uncle and aunt have eaten it, and have eaten more than one meal."

Said to Xiaoshu with a smile, but there were very complicated emotions in his smile.

He looked at the fried egg on the noodles, and said after a moment of silence: "It was raining so much that year. When I wanted to eat bowl of noodles, you did n’t make it for me."

"I did it later."

Sang Sang looked at him calmly and said, "And today I put onions and fried eggs."

What did Xiaoshu come to the town for, few people knew, but she could not hide her.

At that spring rainy night, Zhao Xiaoshu walked into Lao Bi Zhai. Ning Que carried a knife to kill him. After the two killed, Sang Sang gave them a bowl of fried egg noodles.

This bowl of fried egg noodles is not so delicious.

If you want to eat noodles, you must kill, or say, give your life to the other party ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Zhao Xiaoshu looked at her and smiled. She picked up chopsticks and started eating noodles.

Zhang San and Li Si dipped their noodle soup with chopsticks and fed them to the child who just woke up.

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In fact, there are not only books spreading out in the town, but also a wine shop.

The owner of the restaurant is a young and beautiful widow. She has no relatives. At least after she has suffered from white eyes and bullying, there is no one who cares any more-it is not a good story in this world to sell alcohol.

Sangsang led the **** horse and looked at her with a blank expression and said, "If you kill him, he may be very painful. Although it is only a temporary emotion, I still decided to kill you."

The beautiful woman was frightened, her face pale, she did n’t know what she was talking about, but she did n’t know why. She vaguely guessed who she said, because she had been with him for many years-everyone went to escape, she She did n’t leave because she was waiting for him to come back, and she believed he would take her away.

Sang Sang is now very weak, but to kill such an ordinary woman, still only need to move.

The **** horse turned its head sideways and refused to step forward. The green lion was hidden in the night, like a black hill, approaching slowly, and may at any time devour the lady who sold wine.

So, the drunkard appeared.

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