MTL - The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful-Chapter 97 Proletional sentiment

Meng Zhongguang’s silence, the body that was soaked in the air, followed him silently.

The words on the bark were opened by the water on his fingertips, like fresh tears. But the blood has been Chen, completely plunged into the wood, the edges and corners of the dyed, does not affect the integrity of the text.

Meng Zhongguang read the letter over and over again, and then looked up again. The eyes were like the pebbles that were polished at the bottom of the river. Apart from the water on the top, there was no feeling at all: " ……you?"

Tao Xian quietly said: "I."

Concise and concise, no ambiguity.

Meng Zhongguang was docile in front of Xu Xingzhi. However, once he left Xu Xingzhi, he unscrupulously revealed his sharp claws: "Since you have taken it, what do you give me?"

It is not a trivial matter to write on it. It is a thin book and a life-staying life. In the view of Meng Zhongguang, Tao Xian simply did not reason and returned.

Therefore, Meng Zhongguang reasonably suspected: "Have you ever edited it?"

The clear and pale person stunned, and the face immediately gave birth to some blush, but soon this red blush was defeated by the weak body, returning to the gray-like sickness.

Tao leisure explained awkwardly: "I recognize a little word, but I don't know how to write it."

Meng Zhongguang’s eyes are very small, and he can only accept the next Xu Xingzhi. Naturally, he does not quite recognize the handwriting of Wen Xuechen. However, he lived for 13 years. He at least knows that Tao Xing really can’t write.

When he first entered the wild, he cautiously and shyly found everyone and asked them how to write their respective names. Lu Yuji patiently wrote it to him in the mud, and he followed it for a long time. Everyone didn’t know that he learned this. Until later, Meng Chongguang and Qu Chi’s clothes were confusing, and Tao opened the collar and revealed the words “Meng” and “曲”. Ming Zheng body.

- Every time you woven embroidery clothes for everyone, in order to distinguish them, he will carefully embroider each person's name in the collar.

After so many years, he learned to write only the names of quite a few people. As for Tao himself, the clothes without names are his.

In order to save a few needles, Tao Xian is hard to learn how to write his own name.

To figure this out, Meng Zhongguang still has some doubts. He clamped his letter with his fingers and raised a word in front of Tao Xian. He stared at his eyes and said, "You don't pay, and who knows about it." ”

"I know." It is probably that in the past few days, I have already said what I want to say in my heart, and I have said that it has been over a thousand times. There is not much stuttering in Tao Yu. "The people in the playbook all say 'the gracious picture.' When I was in Dawu Mountain, Master Xu helped me to find my brother's bones. When the tiger fleas, the life and death line, Xu brother has been protecting me. I know, but I don't know how to report it. I think it is now It's time."

Tao took a long breath, and when he spoke again, he lost a few rules and stuttered it: "Furthermore, Master Xu is more useful than me: since you want to go back, go back outside and you must compete with the magic road. If Xu’s brother has one less arm, it’s a bad thing; if there is one less, there will be nothing different.”

He is skillful and self-conscious, and he knows that only Meng Zhongguang can listen to his self-confidence.

After all, in the balance of his heart, regardless of any chips, Xu Xingzhi will always win.

However, to his surprise, Meng Zhongguang just stared at him and said nothing.

Speaking so much, I have exhausted all the courage of Tao Yu, so he and Meng Zhongguang have a big eye for a long time, the rain and sweat are mixed together and steamed dry, and the roasting face is tight. .

He pressed his face and tried to say: "Meng Meng brother, can you let me two more days.... I think, I want to do a good job for the brother of the song." Even if the song brother will not wear it after going out, he I have to finish it, or I feel uncomfortable. Do it well, give it to yourself.

Meng Zhongguang seemed to be relieved, and said: "That would be two days later."

Tao Leisure also breathed a sigh of relief. When he saw Meng Zhongguang accepting the letter, he let go of his heart and glared at his small basket.

When Tao Yu left, Meng Zhongguang was so sad that he could not fill the bed.

If Wen Xuechen said that it is true, the world book is divided into two, only in the brothers and the pottery, once the brothers know this, they will certainly self-destruct and self-destruct. This is what Meng Zhongguang refused to see.

According to the temperament of his Meng Zhongguang, it is time to kill Tao Yu, and when the matter is done, the brothers will not have any reaction.

However, the last time he took advantage of his brother's self-assertion, what a serious consequence, Meng Zhongguang remembers.

He is afraid, afraid that he can't afford it.

Meng Zhongguang thought of a headache, simply squinting in the arms of Xu Xing, the dog scorpion like a spoiled arch, to vent, and soon woke up Xu Xingzhi.

Xu Xingzhi’s eyes blinked and looked at him: “Is Xiaotao going?”

Meng Zhongguang replied vaguely: "Well, go."

He slammed the letter very tightly, as if he was as cautious as his brother's arms and legs.

Xu Xingzhi licked his long, tangled hair. He just woke up and called out: "Hey, my hair, my hair."

His loose hair was too long and he pressed under his elbow. This upset hurt himself, and he leaned back and leaned back on Meng Zhongguang’s lap, and pulled the messy hair out of his elbow.

Meng Zhongguang thought about it and held a little expectation: "Brother, your hair is long, I will cut it for you."

Xu is the reason for the alternating hot and cold, and soon after the return of the pottery, he fell ill and fell into the rainy season with the rain falling like a cloud.

After cutting Xu Xing's hair and disappointingly discovering that there is no debris left, Meng Zhongguang is full of goodwill. He hopes that Tao Yu will die from this disease, so that he and he can all be free.

However, the day is not a wish, and under the careful care of Qu Chi, he is still getting better every day.

After Tao is better, there are more smiles. He often pulls Qu Chi in the room to chat, but he still has to care about himself, and he is taught to write his own name.

Qu Chi wrote the word "Peach Immortal" right at the end, and both of these words were recognized by the Tao, and the laughter went straight down: "Qu brother, you lied to me."

Qu Chi is very serious: "It is Tao Xian, my little peach who will make clothes."

After that, he hugged the pottery.

The last time I saw him crying in the rain, Qu Chi fell a little sick. He always felt that when Tao smiled, his lips were rising and his eyes were always red.

Qu Chi does not understand why, but what can be done with a big deal.

He used his own arms to make medicine, and he took care of the pottery for a long time. Then he looked down and found that Tao Leisure was indeed laughing, his eyes were not red, and he did not shed tears. He was suspicious that he was wrong, and he was in a good mood immediately. Then bully him, hold his hand, and devoutly write the word "Tao Xian".

He wrote it three times, and Tao looked at his head three times.

At the end, he laughed: "Yeah, these two words look really good."

After Tao was sick, he was busy again.

He made a kit and a blessing bag for everyone. Every year, he will regularly make such a small number of gadgets, so no one except Meng Zhongguang feels abnormal.

The small "Fu" on the delicate blessing bag is full of infinite prayers, the needlework is exquisite, and the shadow of death is not seen in him.

Tao Yu used the cold hand of the sewing hand to bake two fires in the room of Xu Xing.

Xu Xingzhi shook his fan to see him do the craftsmanship. Some time he got some interest, he also embroidered the small half an hour with Tao, but he was not a quiet temper. He just embroidered a sideline and smashed the needlework. Looking for Zhou Beinan, who has returned to the tower a few days ago, and Lu Yujiu.

When Meng Zhongguang was ready to follow, Tao leisure stopped him: "I can, can you take a look?"

After saying this sentence, he laughed very unequivocally and patched his words: "Others, other pieces."

Meng Zhongguang has been upset by this matter in recent days. He knows that he has given him the kit. Without his own spiritual power, he will never be able to open this kit. It will not burn well. If you lose it, you can find it again. Then I took out the kit from my arms and threw it to Tao Xian.

When he came back, Tao Leisure was still sitting in front of the fire pit. The fourth piece of the piece held the other three shimmering kits in a daze, as if to communicate with them.

Meng Zhongguang's sleeves, silently returning the kit.

Tao leisure whispered: "Meng Meng brother, when are you..."

Xu Xingzhi followed the door, so the two closed their mouths together. Tao was holding his small sewing basket and continued to sew his blessing bag.

There are already five or six blessing bags chubby in his basket, like a chicken that only eats and rolls.

However, both Tao Leisure and Meng Zhongguang know that they no longer have to go to the sea without heads. When the rainy season passes, Xu Xingzhi and others will have to leave, and then, what are they doing?

One morning, the rain stopped to live in the clouds, and the heavens and the earth were washed. Zhou Beinan came to Meng Zhongguang room early in the morning and asked if he would not move today. Xu Xingzhi was using the filtered green salt to gargle, and he still had a view in the future. Meng Zhongguang I started to chase people: "Go out, wait until the brothers have finished washing and come in again."

Zhou Beinan asked for a boring, and he tried to slam the door to the door. He tried to knock the door out of a big hole.

However, he still quietly planted the door to the end of the door, just happened to meet Tao Yu from the Qu Chi room.

He should have washed his hair last night, and his hair was softly covered. The hair that was not dry and hairless was like a woman's hair. The clean and delicate face was not seen in the upper part.

In these few days, he was uncharacteristically dressed in the Danyangfeng Zhuyi, which he had been collecting for many years. Zhou Beinan was initially awkward and couldn’t say where it was wrong, but today he was brilliantly drilled out, but Zhou Beinan suddenly figured it out.

- Tao is old.

Tao Xian did not practice, so he was very strict with his years, and he was very old. When he went up the mountain, he was only sixteen teenagers, and he also gave birth to thin eye lines and white hair.

Zhou Beinan greeted him: "Xiao Tao, where are you going?"

Tao Xiaoxiao smiled, carrying a small empty bucket: "I told the song brother in the room about the cloud cake, telling the honey fragrant fruit, but the most he wants to eat is the sugar gourd. Now the song brother took a shower, I went to the river Let the mud come and give him a candied fruit."

Zhou Beinan Jiao held a gun, the tip of the steel rifle hangs the birthday gift that Xu Xingzhi gave him in the early years, and the Tao Fu just embroidered the blessing bag, one new and one old, the opposite is interesting: "You are so smooth He is waiting for us to return to the world, I will buy him a whole squat, so that he will not want to eat in this life."

Tao Xiao smiled heartily: "Well."

I left this sentence with no head and no brain, I don’t know if I was in the words of "Hm", and Tao Leisure continued to go outside.

Meng Zhongguang’s mismatch, Xu Xingzhi saw the clues early, but since he asked him, Xu Xingzhi could not hold his neck and force him to tell him honestly.

Fortunately, Meng Zhongguang does not seem to be dying to bite his teeth. He wants to say what he wants to say, and Xu Xingzhi knows that he will say it sooner or later.

Thinking like this, he went out to take the fruit, just to see Tao Yuxi dig mud in the river, Xiu Xiuqiu, like a small flower that was malnourished.

He smiled and picked four fruits back to the room. As soon as he entered the door, Meng Zhongguang pulled him down and sat down on the bed.

Xu Xingzhi knows that he is going to say this. He does not know what to do. He smiles lightly: "Why, is there something to say?"

After several heavy prayers, Meng Zhongguang unfolded his sleeves and handed over Wen Xuechen’s letter: "... Brother, look at this."

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