At Shudu East Railway Station, many passengers came and went in a hurry, but suddenly, their eyes involuntarily looked in one direction, men with self-evident taste, and women were mostly envious, jealous and hateful. Purple Pavilion

It was a stunning woman who was so moving that she could ignore her appearance directly, wearing a bright red brocade cheongsam embroidered with carp patterns with gold thread.

Red carp.

This bewitching woman who will immediately become the protagonist wherever she goes.

"Auntie, didn't you say that you would be in a mountain city. Why did you change your mind and go to Shanghai, and you can go there, we can go by plane, why take the train, it has to be bumpy for two days and two nights. ”

Behind him, a little boy who can only be described as "beautiful" pouted, with a dissatisfied face, this combination of a man and a woman can't help but think of the picture of a Fuwa lying on the back of a big red carp on the New Year's painting.

"I also just received the news that there was something messing over there, in fact, I expected it for a long time. That guy must have turned back, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly. "The red carp is tepid when it speaks, like a pot of clear tea soup slowly boiled over a simmer.

"It's that stupid thing, I need you to go there yourself, I'll just find a few friends over there and do it directly. The little boy looked disdainful.

"It's easy to get rid of him. But I suddenly wanted to go there to relax, and I thought it was a tour, and as for why I wanted to take the train, I think the process was also part of the tour. ”

From beginning to end, the man and woman maintain a precise one-metre distance between them, and their steps are coordinated as if they were one person.

At this time, there was a sudden exclamation in the hall, which suddenly became noisy, and everyone fled in all directions with frightened faces.

Several white-skinned, high-nosed, black T-shirts appeared out of nowhere. First, he pulled out a scimitar about a meter long from his body, and then slashed at men and women, young and old, and a large piece fell in an instant.

The little boy glanced over there, pursed his lips, and said, "These terrorists are really idle, there is revenge and revenge, what is the matter with these unarmed people, there is something wrong with the brain!"

The woman also glanced over there lightly, her expression was still unwavering, and she quipped, "Since you can't see it, why don't you go and act bravely." ”

The little boy shrugged his shoulders, "It's one thing to not be able to see it, it's another thing to help, but according to the current form, the train will definitely not be able to do it today, and it seems that you have to go to the airport." ”

The woman smiled playfully, a fleeting disappointment flashing in her eyes, "I think airplanes are the most boring thing." Because it flew too high and fast, I didn't have time to see the scenery on the road. ”

"What's so nice about that, it's better to sleep in a hotel. The little boy was unimpressed by the woman's words.

Then the man and the woman turned and walked outside the train station hall.

At this time, a little girl, who was about five or six years old, was crying and calling for her father in the crowd, and her father had just run to her. was slashed in the neck by a person behind him......

The red carp's brows furrowed slightly, and her voice was a little angry, "Xiaomei!"

The little boy seemed to understand that his master had never been a heroic man. Even if someone died in front of her, she didn't bother to take a look.

But why did you feel compassion this time?

But after a moment's hesitation, he quickly rushed in the direction of the little girl, and his body was as agile as a cheetah.

The red carp's heart had indeed become incomparably cold and hard, and the word sympathy was out of reach for her. The life and death of others has never been related to oneself.

But this time, perhaps because the crying little girl was also wearing a red dress, the red carp may have thought of her younger self, when she was wandering around with her father, who was working as a coolie on a construction site, on her fifth birthday. Her father gave her a bright red dress.

The dress was cheap, but it was the first time in her life that the red carp had worn such a beautiful dress.

She often asked her father why everyone else had a mother and she didn't, and why everyone else could go to school. But she can only play on the sand of the construction site every day.

Every time my father heard these questions, he would cry silently, and then the red carp never asked again.

She still remembers how heartbroken and helpless she was on the day her father died, as a young woman, kneeling next to her father's corpse, wearing the big red dress that her father gave her, and her father's blood stained the skirt, which looked even more red.

Her father promised her that he would send her to school next year. So he worked hard, worked overtime, slept up to four hours a day, and spent the rest of the time sweating on the construction site, just to earn dozens of dollars more in overtime pay.

In her memory, her father's clothes were always torn and dirty, and his face was always dusty, but he always showed her a warm and bright smile.

When it's hot, her father occasionally buys her an ice cream, and she is very sensible. He also let his father take a bite, and his father always said that he didn't like ice cream.

During the holidays, her father would buy some pork ribs for her to cook soup, and she sensibly sandwiched a piece of pork ribs and put it in her father's bowl, but his father smiled and said that he didn't like to eat meat.

At that time, her father seemed to be a very "picky eater" in her impression, and she didn't like to eat meat, fish, ice cream, or fruit......

Sometimes she would teach her father an old-fashioned lesson, pointing at her father with her immature little finger and saying, "You are not allowed to be picky eaters, and picky eaters are not good children." ”

Every time at this time, my father would laugh and say that he would correct it in the future.

Because of excessive overtime and excessive fatigue, his father, who was working at height, accidentally fell off the scaffolding.

The owner of the construction site had a good conscience, buried her father, and then sent her to a welfare home.

After her father's death, she became reticent and did not like to play with other children. My favorite thing to do is to squat on a flower platform alone, and then hold my chin and look at the sky in a daze.

The other children in the orphanage laughed at her for being a dumb person, called her a fool, and threw her with something and pulled her hair. on her bed.

The first time she killed someone was when she was nine years old.

An older child in the welfare home cut a big hole in her most precious red dress with scissors.

Then she began to erupt, pounced and bit wildly, and the big kid fought back at first, but then she was frightened and turned and ran.

She kept chasing, chased out of the gate of the welfare home, and chased it down to the street, where the older boy saw a truck coming. There was a pause.

Then she ran behind the big boy and pushed him so hard that the big boy was caught under the wheels of the truck and torn apart.

Later, no one dared to bully her anymore, and at that time, she understood a truth, if you want not to be bullied, you have to be strong.

So she left the orphanage, a few years later. A ruthless red carp suddenly appeared on the rivers and lakes, and she always wore only red clothes, which she thought was the most beautiful color in the world.

Sou!

A scimitar slashed at the weeping little girl's neck, and at that moment, he felt the hand holding the knife suddenly be grabbed by something. At first glance, it was a delicate-looking little boy looking at him with a bright smile.

The man kicked over, but as soon as he stretched out his foot, his eyes suddenly flickered, and then he felt as if he had been hit by a train, and his sternum suddenly shattered, and a bone pierced his heart impartially.

In less than two minutes, all seven or eight terrorists were lying on the ground, all of them dying because their sternums were shattered, and their internal organs were shaken into a puddle of mud.

No one knows what's going on. It's just that seeing a beautiful little boy is a little different, not only did he not cry in this situation, but he grinned and showed a mouthful of big white teeth and a bright smile.

The stele opener, practice to a certain temperature, then can open the stele with bare hands.

This is an extremely strong outer martial arts, but some people have practiced it into a technique that is most feminine and feminine.

Xiaomei used to be a strong man covered in lumps and meat, more than one meter and eight, who connected the stele opener to the fire, and was able to crush an extremely hard bluestone with his bare hands.

Later, he began to challenge various masters, and his opponents were either killed or injured.

Until I met an old bull-nosed man, I didn't move or fight back. But Xiaomei slapped it down a few times, and the old Tao didn't react at all, and the thousand-pound force seemed to disappear as soon as it touched that person's body.

In the end, Lao Dao just raised his hand slightly, and Xiaomei flew upside down several meters away.

So Xiaomei knelt at the door of the tattered Taoist temple, without eating or drinking, and kneeling for seven days and seven nights.

The old man finally agreed to Xiaomei as a closed disciple, and Xiaomei knew for the first time that there was such a thing as internal force in this world.

Extremely high talent, perseverance and willpower, day and night of hard training, finally practiced internal strength.

The old man told him to leave the Taoist temple, saying that he was already ready to become a teacher.

But Xiaomei was unwilling, he knew that Niubi Lao Dao had an ancient martial arts secret book, and he begged Lao Dao to teach him the things in the secret book.

The old man said that Xiaomei was too angry, and if she learned the things in that secret book, it would be a disaster.

Xiaomei knelt for seven days and seven nights, and this time the old man did not have compassion.

Xiaomei finally compromised, respectfully bowed to the old cow nose road, and turned to leave.

Then at night, there was a fire in the Taoist temple for some reason, and when the old Taoist of Niubi put out the fire, he found that the secret book was missing.

The old man of the bull nose sighed with a sentence of providence, and committed suicide with bated breath that day.

Xiaomei began to practice frantically according to the mental method on the cheats, how could she be in a hurry, and then her bones became smaller and smaller day by day, and her skin became more and more tender day by day, and finally became the appearance of a beautiful little boy.

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