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Qingshi didn't say anything, lay on the ground and kowtowed three times, raised his head and said, "Master." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Le-Wen "He was so good, Han Yiming couldn't help but want to laugh. Feng Yuzao said: "Don't worry, I'll ask the master." Han Yiming said: "Senior brother will accept him if he is willing to accept it." Feng Yuzao said: "Palm."

The door has taken you, and you have to kowtow to the head of the door nine times. Qingshi glanced at Han Yiming and said, "Master, he is obviously much more than you, but you want to listen to him, I really can't figure it out." Feng Yuzao said: "This is the head of this faction, and his ability is much greater than mine, so I have to listen to him." It's not just me, you have to listen to the master. Qingshi frowned and said nothing, Han Yiming knew that he had always suspected that he had killed his blood-cutting master, so he didn't say anything. Feng Yuzao said: "If you want to be my disciple, you have to worship the head of my sect." Qingshi looked at Han Yiming for a moment, pouted and kowtowed to Han Yiming nine times, Han Yiming nodded and said, "Senior brother, I'm bothering a lot." Looking at the stars, they were still stone, and they couldn't help but sigh and turned to leave.

That night, Han Yiming had fallen asleep, but he heard footsteps outside the door. When I woke up and listened carefully, there was really a series of footsteps heading that way. Han Yiming didn't go out either, he looked quietly, but it was Qingshi, he took a bowl and held a bowl of water and ran to sit down in front of the stone statue of Xingchen, and said, "When will you wake up?" When you wake up, let's go play together, okay?" When he came to Lingshan, it was best to be with Xingchen, and he was not seen on weekdays, but when he was sitting in front of Xingchen, he suddenly felt a little sad. Qingshi sat for a while, put the bowl in front of Xingchen and said: "You often talk to me when you are thirsty and want to drink water, I scooped up water for you to drink, you drink, if you don't drink enough, I will scoop it for you again." ”

The stone statue of Xingchen was motionless, Qingshi sat for a while and sighed, "I am also a disciple of Lingshan now." When are you going to come back and play with me? You have to remember me and don't forget me. In this world, apart from you, my current master is the best for me. Han Yiming didn't expect this seemingly reckless Qingshi to be very concerned about Xingchen, seeing him sitting there and the lonely figure was a little unbearable, he stood up, opened the door of the house and was about to walk over, when he suddenly heard Shen Ruofu's voice and said, "Senior brother, don't go." Han Yiming turned around, and Shen Ruofu stood aside and shook his head gently. Han Yiming walked to his side gently, and Shen Ruofu said, "Senior brother, don't care." Bluestone had a good time with Xingchen, and it wasn't the first time he had come to see him at night. Let's not bother. He is a rare treasure in the eyes of other sects, but in Lingshan, we don't cut his blood, he is just an ordinary disciple, and Xingchen gets along, because of his foothold in Lingshan. ”

Han Yiming nodded lightly: "Senior brother, even if it is my Lingshan who took him in." Let him also have a foothold, with his peculiarity, I really don't know how long he can live when he goes to other factions. The two of them didn't say anything, only looked at Qingshi in the dark, Qingshi stretched out his hand to brush away the dust on the star statue, and said: "I think your head is okay, not bad, didn't pull me to cut blood." But I still like you and my master. Don't go to sleep, wake up and play with me. After you went to sleep, there was no one to play with me. I'm so lonely. "Lingshan and the others are all adults, and Qingshi is still a child, so he has nothing to say to them, so he is naturally lonely.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps over there, and a man ran straight over, the man with long hair and untidy clothes was nameless. Nameless held the treasure knife in his hand, ran to the side of the bluestone, and with a wave of his hand, he slashed at the stone statue of the stars. Han Yiming and Shen Ruofu were both taken aback, Han Yiming waved his hand, and the brilliance of Mingyuan's sword flashed, and he swept towards Nameless, but he was a step too late, and Nameless had already slashed at the stone statue. The stone statue fell silently and fell a corner. Han Yiming had already rushed over and stopped Nameless.

Nameless "hehe" smirked, turned around and ran. Han Yiming looked at him, then at the stone statue that was broken, angry and anxious, squatted down to look at the stone statue, only to see Qingshi holding the fallen corner with both hands and putting it on the stone statue again, holding it with his hands, his eyes glancing around. He didn't dare to leave the stone statue with his hand, Han Yiming said: "Are you looking for your master?" I'll hold it, how about you go to find it?" Holding the corner with both hands, Qingshi looked at him for a moment, and untied a piece of rope from under his wrist towards the stone statue.

The rope was only three inches long in his hand, but when he reached out to the stone statue, the rope was several times larger, and he easily clamped the stone statue of the stars. In the darkness, Han Yiming also saw that the rope was the rope on Qingshi's wrist. The color was jet black, and the stone statue was bound by his ropes, as if it had not been cut. Qingshi yawned, patted the stone statue and said, "I'm going back to sleep, you wake up early, I'll wait for you to play together." ”

He stood up, turned around and ran back, Han Yiming slowly let go of his hand, and the stone statue of Xingchen was caught by that rope, but it was not cracked. Looking for Nameless again, I don't know where he ran to. Han Yiming stood for a while and came back to the house. As soon as he entered the house, he felt tired, these days he was not tired, and he was too tired to speak. Shen Ruofu also went back to the house to rest, and Han Yiming fell to the bed, and fell asleep after a while.

Suddenly, someone whispered something in his ear, and Han Yiming was weak, but he struggled to look at the place where the voice came from. He who cannot read words cannot even see anything clearly. Han Yiming wanted to stand up, but he couldn't move. A little white light drifted towards him in the distance, and a moment later a voice whispered in his ear, "Shall I come back?" a voice he had never heard before, but it was familiar to his ears. As for what kind of familiarity it was, he didn't understand, but the voice made him feel not afraid, but a little reassured. The voice whispered in his ear again: "Can I come back?" Han Yiming said, "Who, who is it?" Is it the stars?"

The voice was gone, and Han Yiming said, "Who is it?" Are you my Lingshan disciple?" The voice said, "Yes." Although Han Yiming knew that he was in a dream, he was sober-minded and said, "If you are my disciple of Lingshan, please come back quickly." If you weren't, I would never allow you to come!" The voice was silent, and Han Yiming woke up in shock, and sat up, covered in sweat.

Since he came to Lingshan, everything he saw in his dreams would come true in the future. Han Yiming sat on the edge of the bed, thought about this dream a few times, and was always uneasy, and saw that there was already a light on the side, and got up and walked out of the house. At this time, he needed to find Shen Ruofu, but standing at the door and looking at the thatched hut where Shen Ruofu lived, it was still dark and dreary, and he was still resting. Han Yiming suddenly heard a "crackling" sound, followed the sound, and saw a little fire over there. Han Yiming hurriedly walked towards the firelight, the firelight didn't seem to be far away, but he didn't know it was close until he rushed over. And when I got closer, it was not a little fire, but a charcoal fire, which was burning -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- commemoration of the 70th anniversary, and it must be more. And, I recommend a comic to everyone "Those Things About the Rabbit That Year". Whether it's anime or manga. Those who like war have no brains, and those who forget war have no conscience!

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