MTL - Lie Huo Jiao Chou-Chapter 69

If there is no sympathy, it may be true, as Mr. Lu Xun said, "The sorrow and joy of man and man cannot be shared." Xuan Yuan seems to have become a reservoir in Hongkou. He was on the verge of dying, but Sheng Lingyuan did not receive it at all.

His Majesty just leaned against the kitchen door. There was one cup of milk tea, one cup of milk tea left, and the bottom was filled with swollen pearls. One sucked up inadvertently, and got stuck in the tube. Her Majesty was reluctant to **** out the movement of the "Norther Howling", which was too indecent, so she simply stood aside and refused to move.

"You are still clever," he said with a little smile again, and said lightly, "but your clan situation is special, you can guess it is not unusual. Well, yes, there are many historical records of various clan, I am forbidden to say anything , Burning the book, and then forcibly erasing it. Except for the demon tribe-there is no way for the demon tribe. Once there are too many folk legends, it can't be wiped out if the book is not burned. Second, the difference between the common demon and the human tribe is too Big, only the mixed-breed and high-profile big demon can have a human-like body, and other people are difficult to mix into the crowd, so they set up Qingping Division. In that year, most of the Qingping Division were demon. As for other people, In the first year of Qizheng, he just wanted to change the land, recuperate and rebuild the population, and they were mixed in. "

In this way, even after a few generations, even if someone archeology reveals the truth that was concealed that year, it does not matter.

Because the so-called "world feud" is actually not so iron, once the generation breaks in the middle, it will no longer be accessible in the future, but it will not be more than a hundred years, even if you go home during the Chinese New Year, and find that the cousin who eats at the same table is an old enemy, at most There are many gossip talks at the dining table, and it is still a family.

"It is not a long-term plan to bann. It was originally thought that two or three generations would be exposed, but when the world is stable, it does n’t matter if you are not exposed. At most, it is a small force that is chaotic and fights a few saliva battles. But I did not expect This lie hasn't been revealed for more than 3,000 years. You juniors are really lazy. There are too many lost stories. "Sheng Lingyuan paused, but said arbitrarily," Wait here, if I'm empty, Before leaving, you can dictate the old things of the peoples so that they can be passed on to future generations. "

At that time, it was a last resort, but many foreigners were worthy of a book. They should not be drowned in the dust without a name. After all, history books owed them a sum.

Xuan Yuan heard only one sentence, and his mentality broke down completely: "You go? Where are you going?"

Sheng Lingyuan knows that Xuan Ye has always been on the alert for him, calling "seniors" and "Your Majesty" are fake polite. When he turned his face, he dug and buried him without softening, which suddenly changed his face, and Sheng Lingyuan was too lazy to care about him .

"Return to where I should be," Sheng Lingyuan waved his hand, turned and walked outside the kitchen, "rest assured that it will not stay in the eyes of everyone."

"Stop!" Xuan Yuan clasped his shoulders. "What the **** ... what the **** is it? What have you done to extinguish the Abyss fire?"

Disrespectful speech, even if it is too manual.

Did this little demon eat the wrong bug?

Xuan Yuan slashed him with a sword and smashed him with an iron chain. When he was trapped in the sword, the cub took him to swim in the water and mud and let Pete do his hand, but I do n’t know why. Sheng Lingyuan felt more offensive than before.

Sheng Lingyuan's shoulders immediately rose up with a layer of black mist, black flames, and hurled toward Xuanyuan's hand: "Whoever passes through the melee, isn't it a life of nine deaths? What matters to you?"

However, Xuan Ye did not hide, did not let go, and let the dark mist swallow half of his arms, and his fingers almost got into Sheng Lingyuan's flesh.

Sheng Lingyuan had the intention to make him suffer a bit, so that this little demon would be unbridled in front of himself all day long, relying on his status as the last fire keeper. But it may also be the reason that Sheng Lingyuan's bones have been raised in the back of the fire guard for more than 3,000 years. The two have a similar meaning. Yes, wrapped around his elbow and wrist, reluctantly lingering.

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

It turns out that he still has this side effect, but he can understand what it means to eat people's mouth softly and get short hands.

Sheng Lingyuan also pointed like a knife and stroked Xuanyuan's wrist, and Xuanyuan's wrist had a numbness in the most exposed area of ​​the meridian and was forced to release his hand.

"If you work hard here, you will be homeless ..." Sheng Lingyuan said of this, and suddenly thought, "Ah, I see, no wonder."

Xuan Yuan's teeth were tightened tightly, his eyes staring at him without blinking.

Sheng Lingyuan: "You said that you encountered a white shadow in a different control bureau, and you stuffed him into a machine that sounded like a retrospective-then, what did he say to you?"

In Dongchuan, Arozin clearly knew the identity of the little demon as a "fire guard", but when he sealed Abuchi, the shaman's grave had been cold for many years. If it was not "Izumi Izumi", then It can only be told by the master angel behind the gloomy offering.

If Bai Ying was an old ghost of that era, it shouldn't be strange to know that he sealed Abyss with Suzaku bones.

So this little demon is the one who knows the tragic fate of his own family?

Sheng Lingyuan suddenly realized that no wonder he suddenly signed the agreement, and he had to monitor himself under his eyelids. No wonder Xuanyuan asked why the fire of Abyss had extinguished, and his words had a sense of grief and anger—this makes sense.

Sheng Lingyuan spread his hand: "You and I can stop, don't go round. I frankly said that the 36 Suzaku bones I picked out from the divine mound and the lettering was sealed in Abyss. According to common sense, bones are bones. It ’s no different from the chicken wings you vomited, but the Suzaku family may indeed be a **** bird, and I did n’t expect that the pile of rotten bone **** could give birth to wisdom in Abyss, giving birth to you, the 'fire guardian' '. But even if you know, I will do the same, so it is not an excuse-it is because of you that I have lost everything, so what compensation do you want? "

Xuan Yuan heard the chase's well-founded conspiracy theory, his lungs made him furious, and he sneered, "You."

"Well," Sheng Lingyuan nodded. "It's okay, because of Woo's sake, you have lost your sword, so it should be."

Xuan Yuan: "..."

God **** "just right"!

"It ’s okay to talk about it, although you and I are Qiu Feiyou, but now I'm running for one thing. The old account will be liquidated in the future, and I must wait for you." Sheng Lingyuan was afraid that he would not die, and nodded at him, "Just If you do n’t know the refiner, you do n’t know how your ancestors made the bones into swords. If you want to restore the original shape, you may have to do more work yourself. ”

His Majesty finished speaking, thinking that he had put his words in place, carrying his hands on his back, slipping to the living room to watch TV, leaving Xuan Ye alone in the kitchen, angrily smoking white smoke against the open refrigerator.

He took a look at the half of the ingredients, and was too lazy to pack them. He threw himself into the refrigerator and threw the refrigerator door.

The house rented by Xuan Yuan was a small two-bedroom, one bedroom, another landlord converted into a study, and a tatami room for one person was installed next to the window. Lie up on weekends, put a row of junk food on the windowsill, hug a small blanket, pull down the projector for a movie, or play a day of games. There is no happier fat house life than this. Xuan Yuan often used to be "drunk and dreaming" here, and this time he simply moved his covering. He flipped a new set and threw it into the bedroom bed, knocked on the door, and said coldly to Sheng Lingyuan: "The dormitory has cleaned it up for you, Your Majesty, can you take care of yourself?"

After waiting for Sheng Lingyuan to answer, he also said, "You can't do nothing, you can find a way to do it yourself, there are no other things in our family that will harm you."

Having said that, he took away a bag of salted egg yolk skins and blasted the sweeping robot out of the study. He couldn't get in by himself.

What to cook? Be a fart!

The demon is terrible, isn't he still laughing at his innate demon tribe not to break the valley?

Just drink the Northwest wind on the big Yangge on TV.

Sheng Lingyuan laughed-tearing his face and ignoring him, what bad temper?

This scene made him feel familiar for no reason, but he restrained himself and was unwilling to think about it, because everyone who could remember him died, and he did not intend to spoil his comfort at this time.

There are no motivated little ghosts spying around, much more comfortable.

From the moment Yu Yang met on the sea, the little demon has been dangling under his eyelids. No matter his eyes or words and deeds, it makes him feel a bit stubborn in his throat. This will make the words clear and they are refreshing.

The scent of various snacks on the table was mixed, and Sheng Lingyuan wanted to distinguish them one by one, and opened up a piece of sugar-baked sweet potato, and tasted it. It was in the dazzling color on the TV. No one left or right, he Trying to relax the back, leaning on the soft cloth sofa, I feel ten feet red.

Sheng Lingyuan can't remember how many years he has n’t experienced the color and fragrance of the world. I want to thank the "fire guards" for supporting his bones. Although I do n’t know how they did it, I just rush this, even the little demon Not related to Abyss Fire, he is also willing to indulge a little.

Xuan Yuan locked the door and plugged in his earphones.

"Dingding" is an ancient cultivation method. It is no longer used now, because the spiritual aura that can be cultivated in the heavens and the earth is very thin. This kind of meditation-like cultivation is not efficient.

The white noise of "Shasha" forcibly calmed his erratic mood, Xuan Yuan's heartbeat slowed down, he dived into his own sea of ​​knowledge and combed all his memories.

He desperately wanted to know everything about that person.

It should be the same before, the flame ring is so easy to break, probably because he only needs to be a little irritated and think of the fragments of Hongclaw Xuemu, he can't help but ask the question. Over and over again, it looks like an addict who relapses after detoxification.

A crackling sound in the depths of Abyss, the ghost rider looked around and found another stone torn.

The huge altar at the bottom of the valley, in the past few days, the stone tablet has been broken in half.

The Ghost Rider was murky, not sure what was going on, but it seemed strange to this. He wandered beside the broken stone tablet for a while, and he swam away from the air like smoke again.

It's not the first time. The Ghost Rider can't remember when something similar happened before, but ... it's nothing new anyway.

Perhaps because of the incorporation, Xuan Yuan felt that his mind was chaotically clear like a woolen ball, and turned from abstract to concrete.

"Don't go." The young man Sheng Lingyuan sat under the tree and turned a page of the "Leaves" book of the witch tribe, all of which are ancient books. The leaves are very fragile. Shameless? "

The demon sword stabbed him: "No one saw it again, the kid is gone!"

The Sword of Heaven saw Alozin dry the pears in the ice spring under the altar, and he had to force him to fetch some—don't ask for it.

Sheng Lingyuan didn't raise his eyelids either, and replied briefly: "The gentleman is careful."

"I'm not a gentleman, I want to eat dried pears!" The heart demon sword was silent for a while, and then he quit, and he became turbulent in the sea. "Fresh fruits have been picked by that little ghost, can't dried pears work?"

Sheng Lingyuan closed Ye Zishu and said with a long breath: "This thing can't go through, right?"

Sheng Lingyuan is introverted by nature and does n’t like things that are too exciting—he has a strong taste and color. He does n’t like it very much, but unlike the magic sword he shares with his senses, if the magic sword has its own body, it has to grow into a flowery place. My sister-in-law is not.

Nice sound, lascivious, good wine ... Alright.

The pear tree in the Great Sanctuary of the Witch Nationality bears another batch of fruit. This season, the sun is particularly abundant. The big saint said that the fruit must be sweet. The magic sword coveted for a long time. Sheng Lingyuan was fifteen or sixteen years old. He was consciously an adult and behaved steadily. Unwilling to be like the bear kids, Harako was waiting before the fruit was ripe. As a result, he was dragged by Alozin so quickly, and he took off all the good things. That little braid was shaved.

Sheng Lingyuan couldn't bear the trouble, so he promised to pick him up, looked up the tree, and found that Aluojin goose had plucked his hair, picked it for a long time, and the two were able to see, but just wanted to pluck, and I heard someone under the tree was timid. Called "Lingyuan Brother"-the most beautiful little girl of the Witch tribe looked up at him with an eye on.

No one knows about the demon sword except Sheng Lingyuan himself. The prince of a grand family, it's too ridiculous to stutter with the little girl.

But he coaxed one side and fry the other side again, and the little girl walked away happily.

Sheng Lingyuan didn't know where he was so atmospheric, so he was alive and learned a new skill-he could shut one's thoughts unilaterally for a while, although it was not strict, he often leaked sound.

Sky Magic Sword: "You promise me first, that's mine! Even if you want to marry her later ..."

Sheng Lingyuan: "Nonsense!"

Sky Magic Sword: "Anyway, you can't just give my things to others! If you have the skills, you should cultivate well and pull me out / throw it away!"

Sheng Lingyuan stood up, "huh", "Shut up, get it for you, is that all right?"

He refused to sneak in, reached the Hantankou, and intentionally coughed aloud, as if he had announced he was driving.

Heavenly Magic Sword: "I said that little kid ..."

He didn't finish talking, and someone in the Hantan cave said "ah".

The two sticking figures separated quickly, and one of the clothes was not worn yet, and he had no time to cover his face.

Sheng Lingyuan: "..."

Sky Magic Sword: "... in."

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