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"Aunt Yan, Uncle Su....... "Are you okay?"

The black-robed young man outside the Mo Mansion hesitated, although he knew, but it was not her who was with them after all. The mansion was familiar and strange at the same time, familiar because she knew every brick and tile of the place, strange because she had only been here for a short month.

In the depths of the heart, there was a drop of red blood that radiated a colorful luster, but in a trance, all the colors were blurred, and only black and white remained in the eyes. Mysterious blood transforms and strengthens every drop of blood that flows through her heart. In the blood flowing in her body, Luan, her current bloodline should be second only to the first and second generations of the Luan people, right?

Standing on the roof and looking down, Shiso's heart was a little scared.

Taking a deep breath, Shiso flew down to his room with a gesture of no hesitation, and looked at the little girl.

It's back.......

Tranquility is always short-lived, and happiness is often a luxury for Shisu, because the happiness closest to her slipped away between her, like sand between her fingers, leaving only the grit in the palm of her hand and sighing, planting resentment towards fate in her heart, as well as her unwillingness and helplessness to her own powerlessness and weakness, she wants to break the shackles of fate, because she doesn't want to bear the fate that happiness slips away from her fingers but is irretrievable.

Chi never gave her any guidance, nor did she talk about her mission, Chi just told the story of the year, the history that had been buried for thousands of years! The history covered with blood and tears! The history forged with pride and helplessness! Between the lines and the punctuation of symbols, every place is full of pride! All are full of grief and indignation! All are full of unwillingness! They are all sprinkled with the blood of their ancestors.......

So Zi Su knew what he was going to do, he knew that he knew, no, he knew the mission or responsibility that every clansman in that space carried. This is something that is passed down in the blood, something that is engraved in the soul and cannot be erased, forgotten, or destroyed.

Freedom and responsibility, recklessness and following the rules, this is the Dao heart of Shiso, with the contradiction of water that belongs to February. It is too coincidental that she was born in February, both in her past and present lives, on the same day in February. It's just that the flying snow and the blooming lotus clearly show the difference between the two, indicating two kinds of life.

Shiso wiped the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, the white silk silk was stained with bright red blood, and under his feet were the gradually stiffened corpses and blood flowing wantonly.

"Since you helped those people search for the children of the Luan clan, then you should have this awareness. You shouldn't mess around in the name of the Luan clan, you shouldn't smear the Luan clan and ruin the surname Luan. What about the success or defeat, history is written by the winner, but this game of fate is not more than one game, and your victory in the last game does not mean that you also won this game and the next game. "Luan, her parents have this surname, she should also be this surname, her body is flowing with Luan's blood, so she should protect the dignity of this family together.

After Shisu's blazing explanation, she no longer resisted the changes brought by Qixing, or she received little by little the indifferent and indifferent nature that Qixing had honed for thousands of years, and the word soft-hearted was far away from Zisu at an extremely fast distance in the killing. Of course, it is only limited to the enemy at present, but when it comes to the future, Zisu still sighs lightly, her presumptuous can only be content with her responsibilities, and she does not have a choice in the future and does not want to choose, it does not matter what the starting point process is, because there is only one ending point.

The dim bean-sized light pulls the branches of the apricot trees in the yard against the potholed walls.

The slean old woman, with her sallow cheeks, sparse and dull white hair sticking together, her dark clothes that could not be seen in her primary color, and her guilty, lifeless but longing-filled eyes, as if she was seeking relief from death, pious prayers, and a miracle that she had been praying for a long time to make up for her sins.

Shiso sat on the branch of the apricot tree in the courtyard, quietly holding her chin, she had been observing the old woman for a long time.

A few days ago she happened to pass by this small barren village on the mountain, but she unexpectedly found a pure wish, someone praying, the wish was pious and pure, in exchange for a wish at any cost, and her sensitive soul made her discover this old woman.

The old woman's death is very close, and one foot has already stepped into the gate of the underworld, such an old woman should have been unable to move a long time ago, but the old woman has a breath in her heart, hanging on her life, and stubbornly refuses to step into the other foot.

For two days, Shiso did not see any of the old woman's children, and every day the old woman got up early and rubbed the apricot tree under her to sprinkle water for it and touch the insects and ants on her body, although the tree was much higher than the old woman, but she stubbornly touched the highest place that her fingertips could reach one by one.

The green and yellow wild vegetables in the yard were boiled in salted water and chewed into the stomach with hard cakes with wheat bran, but in fact, she did not chew into the stomach, and Shiso felt that she was more like breaking the cake into small pieces, taking it in her mouth and swallowing it. The old woman's teeth were almost gone, and only the black and yellow ones were still crumbling.

Occasionally, a neighbor helps the old woman, but they are all old people, and the rest except for the ignorant dolls, everyone avoids the old woman, as if they have suffered everything with her, and they will cause something ominous. The old man who gave the old woman a bowl of rice soup that Shisu saw was angrily reprimanded by his own children, and the bowl that the old woman returned was thrown out of the door like garbage and shattered, and the old woman's body shrank a few times, and secretly went out at night to pick up the fragments and wrap them in a clean faded patch cloth, and carefully collected them.

The old man's tears dotted dark water spots on the cloth, with endless bitterness.

This old woman has been like this for a few years, maybe it's been a long time, isn't it? The child who had just been governor was also afraid of the old woman under the guidance of adults. I'm afraid it's been nearly ten years, it's really an unfilial child, Shiso has never seen the old woman's children appear within 100 meters of the old woman's house.

Forgetting, all beings forget, faith declines, the first dragon sleeps, and the soul of the first phoenix is scattered. If so, if there is enough faith power, can the first dragon wake up, and can the seal be lifted? Shisu's fingertips trembled, her long eyelashes flickered like butterfly wings, and Shisu thought excitedly, at that time, could she put down her responsibilities and be a free herself, this responsibility was too heavy, and it would be good for someone to share it.

But can this vast world be conveyed......

Snowflakes fell from the sky, covering the dark land but not the dark hearts.

This is the first snow of the year, and the snow is so heavy, and Shiso wears a fox fur hood and exposes her hair and is entangled with the flying snow, telling her reluctance.

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For the sake of Icefield 18, I'm going to start school and leave my hometown.

Goodbye my cat and bunny, it would be nice if the school could have pets. Boom......