"Sleep." Ling Heng said.
Mr. Tu couldn't see anything, only a misty light squinted in his eyes, and there was a transparent white shadow in the light, and there was a red mole around his neck that looked like weeping blood.
Go to sleep... This Ling Heng's voice is so damn good.
Youngest Tu vomited a mouthful of blood and wanted to ask her, where is Li Shiyi
Li Shiyi, who was beaten to the point that he only had air in but not out, was dead, wasn't he
I heard that there is a cigarette stall in Sijiucheng. The owner of the cigarette stall is thin and weak, with a listless appearance. His hair is too short to cover his neck. With drooping eyes and an old melon rind hat on top of his head, it is a bit funny.
Her surname is Li, and she has always been such a man or woman. She has no name and is ranked eleventh.
Li Shiyi's face was disgusting, his old coat was washed white, and the electric light was only willing to put it in the warehouse. He didn't like to talk, but he was very soft-hearted.
Li Shiyi is very capable and has a good skill in questioning coffins. He is not afraid of ghosts and ghosts, and his smile is like the clear wind in spring.
Li Shiyi didn't like to eat bacon, but salted duck eggs, especially the one next to the steamed buns in the south of the city. If she begged her to put two, she would take back Liang Jinjin's eyes by an inch.
Youngest Tu laughed and sighed again.
That's all he wanted to say, just now he wanted to call the Bodhisattva to take the life of this ghost, but at this moment, he felt that if Li Shiyi was still there, don't fight him, run for his life, and live in peace.
If Li Shiyi was gone, he and Lingheng Bodhisattva didn't know each other very well, and he was even more embarrassed to ask her to do the Dharma.
He was reckless all his life, and his thoughts before his death were even more incoherent. He couldn't even make a few sentences to make people tearful. He only finally murmured: "Little Nineteen."
I didn't dare to mention Sishun, I didn't dare to mention my mother-in-law.
Cowardly to death.
When the last breath fell, it was very quiet, not even the clouds in the sky moved a bit. There is no more trivial way to die. It seems that there is no need to even cry and be mourning. It twitched like a broken bellows, and her red eyes stared at the youngest Tu, tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes like a small stream.
She didn't have the strength to mourn, so she could only sniffle her nose and watch as the youngest Tu's body gradually stiffened, and finally settled into a hasty and embarrassed sitting position.
Her lifeless eyes were stained with ashes and bloodshot, and she finally blinked overwhelmed, before moving her pupils like a puppet.
Ling Heng walked towards her, she was terribly clean in the chaotic scene, reminding her of the first time she ran into Li Shiyi who had washed her head when she was a child.
When A Yao's wheel moved, it was obvious fear. Jiaolong felt a sense of it, and let go of his claws. Heng didn't even glance at the two of them, he just walked straight to Song Nineteen, squatted down, and held her in his arms.
She has a scent slightly weaker than that of the Epiphyllum, her clothes are cool, her fingers are cool, one arm wraps around her waist, the sleeve of the other hand covers her ragged waist and abdomen, and her palm rests on her wet with tears. ear.
Song Nineteen looked at her motionlessly, her facial features were obviously very similar to Li Shiyi, but her outline was more refined and rounded, without the angular bones in her lower jaw.
Naturally, it was no longer easy to see whether she was angry or not.
Song Nineteen's body tensed up in an instant, but he relaxed very quickly the moment Ling Heng looked up at her. Her eyes were gentle and familiar, not the coolness that passed by leaning against the railing that day, but her lower eyelids were slightly piled up. When he got up, he raised his brows slightly, and there was uncontrolled distress inside.
Her beautifully curved lips were pursed, and the corners of her mouth were slightly downward. This movement was cold and restrained, exactly the same as Li Shiyi.
Song Nineteen suddenly felt wronged, she choked and called her: "Eleven."
She is eleven, or eleven.
When Ling Heng heard her voice, her brows trembled slightly, then she patted her on the back and whispered to her, "Don't cry."
There was no briefer consolation than this, Song Nineteen leaned his head on her chest, feeling that he had become a little beast who had turned to the Lord, and only had the strength to rub her hair on her clothes, leaving some self-explanatory words. lingering.
She felt that Ling Heng patted her three or two times without rushing, then put her down, straightened up and looked at A Yao who was not far away, and glanced at the rather restless Jiaolong, then she closed her eyes, He held the Yingluo on the Shentu decree in his hand, tidied up the knot, and then nodded to Ayao: "Ayao."
A Yao's calm hands shrank on her knees, and then tilted her head towards Jiaolong, causing it to retreat behind her. She glanced at Lingheng with a cold pupil, and then drove the wheelchair to come forward and stopped in front of Lingheng. Two or three meters away, he smiled and said, "Aheng."
If it weren't for Song Nineteen, who was beside him, blood flowing like a stream, and if it wasn't for the uncle Tu's eyes on the side, it would have seemed like a long-awaited reunion.
Ayao opened his mouth again, and contained the sound of "stay safe" in the sickness.
Ling Heng didn't speak any more, just glanced roughly around, and Shen Tu Ling's Yingluo was swept on the cuff, one after another.
The more unhurried and calm she was, the more flustered A Yao became, and she opened her mouth with a glance: "This sick village has its own reasons for the epidemic, and as the god of punishment, I stand on the top of the mountain with you. , perform your own duties, you should not interfere."
"Don't interfere." Ling Heng shook his head and whispered.
A Yao's panic added a little more, the white silk in his hand went around and around, and after a while, he said again: "Today I found someone who changed their fate against the sky and slaughtered the whole village of plague insects, such a willful act. , I am lawful."
Ling Heng looked up at her and didn't answer.
A Yao's breathing fluctuated, but she was still laughing, but her back teeth gradually tightened: "When I arrived, I found out that it was you, the little pet of the candle dragon, who was in trouble, so she had to give a lesson or two."
"Admonishment?" Ling Heng asked her flatly.
He turned his head and glanced at the scars all over Song Nineteen's body.
Ayao's eyes followed her, and when Ling Heng's eyes stayed for the third second, she realized it. She quickly suppressed her smile and raised a mocking corner of her mouth again. She swallowed her voice in her throat and asked faintly. Ling Heng: "Do you want revenge?"
She tapped the armrest of the wheelchair twice, and the dragon behind her was like a towering giant tree, with its tentacles suspended in the air, ready to fight to the death. And she also moved her muscles and bones, only stretched her arms and yawned gracefully, but it was a tiger roar that shook the ground.
The whistling sound was like a humming thunder, ripping people's eardrums to pieces, and the long-dead Tu Laoyao's ears were oozing red blood. Even Song Nineteen couldn't help but vomit half a mouthful of blood. But he stood amidst the whistling, his robes and long hair were like a light breeze.
A Yao smiled and said, "If I fight to the death, I don't have a chance of winning."
Ling Heng shook his head: "You have no chance of winning."
Before waiting for A Yao to refute, she added another sentence: "This is one of them."
"Second?" A Yao arched her back.
Ling Heng said: "You dare not."
A Yao's hand was on the armrest, her wrist was facing up, her tight skin was pale and almost transparent, and she could see the muscles flowing quietly inside.
Ling Heng glanced at her legs and raised the corners of her mouth. She didn't know if it could be called a smile. She paused before saying, "Why did you want to kill me before I returned?"
What admonished the candle dragon, but it was an introduction, and it was the life of the Emperor Taishan in front of him.
A Yao's face was even more bleak than before, and even her breath was as thin as a thread that was about to break. She relaxed her back, leaned on the back of the wheelchair, and looked at Ling Heng with a half-smile.
Ling Heng took a small step forward, stopped again, and said softly, "I'll speak for you."
A Yao saw her cold lips open and close, and said three words.
King Mu of Zhou.
"Yaochi Amuqi's window opened, and Huangzhu's song was moving and mourning.
The Eight Horses traveled 30,000 li a day, and King Mu did not come back for anything. "
A piece of "Yaochi" written by Li Shangyin is about the story of King Mu of Zhou's west expedition to Kunlun, meeting with Kunlun's goddess Yaochi, and obtaining immortality.
"Back then, you and King Mu were in love with each other. In order to keep each other together, you privately received the immortality medicine to make him live forever. Chaos was furious, and ordered the Taishan Mansion to arrest King Mu's soul, but it was me who went to Kunlun alone and captured King Mu."
The listless eyes of the goddess in front of her finally had some light, and the skillful craftsman who seemed to be good at drawing dragons put the finishing touches on her eyes.
"You don't agree, you rebelled against Chaos for King Mu, you broke your legs, and you can only live in a wheelchair."
The girl who was full of energy back then, a Kunlun practiced straight up to Jiuzhongxiao, the sky and the earth paled, the mountains and rivers trembled, and the severed leopard tail was thrown into the South China Sea, smashing huge waves.
"Chaos sentenced you to punish you, to spread the plague, to watch the world's life, old age, sickness and death, and because you were afraid that you would regenerate misfortune, Taishan Mansion confines King Mu's soul to purgatory and does not enter reincarnation, so as to contain it."
A Yao looked at Ling Heng, who had no expression on her face. She didn't know if she remembered Yaochi's greedy old friend, or she heard the unattainable wind at the bottom of Taishan Mansion in her cuff.
When did she realize that she had become paranoid, bloodthirsty, and regarded people as ants and ants? Can not remember.
"therefore."
Therefore, she wanted to use the candle dragon to make trouble, take the opportunity to kill Lingheng by mistake, and then visit Taishan Mansion to release the soul of King Mu.
Ling Heng did not finish the second half of the sentence, but still looked at her with the eyes of the clear breeze and bright moon.
"Aheng," Ayao looked at her and smiled, "I can't kill you."
"Are you going to kill me?" She coughed a few times and asked Lingheng with a smile.
Ling Heng shook his head: "Don't kill."
It was up to her to eliminate the epidemic and disturb the purity of others, and she should take it upon herself. What's more, the human world and Taishan Mansion check and balance each other, and the undercurrent is surging. At this moment, if the Queen Mother of the West is excluded, there will be chaos.
A Yao seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, tilted her head and took a careful look at the ground after the storm was ravaged by the storm. This farce was about to end in an unexpected way. The patients in the mountain village had just cleared the plague, and they fell into coma one after another. When they woke up tomorrow, they would have a restless sleep. No one could know what happened tonight.
In the end mortals are insignificant, mortals are ignorant, and mortals are happy in the end.
She raised her hand to recall Jiaolong, and nodded to Ling Heng as a farewell.
Before he turned around, he heard the cold female voice behind him: "There is one more thing."
A Yao turned back, saw Ling Heng glance at the body of the youngest Tu, and said to Jiaolong, "Your claws, stay."
The author says:
Li Shangyin's "Yaochi": The window of Yaochi's mother-in-law opened, and Huangzhu's song was moving and mourning. The Eight Horses traveled 30,000 li a day, and King Mu did not come back for anything.