After entering, the two were shocked. I saw www.biquge.info fairy sister lying on the ground covered in blood, and she hugged her with red eyes before leaving.

Shi Weiyu and Zhong Muxi hurriedly walked up, Shi Weiyu grabbed the fairy sister's hand distressedly, and the tears in her eyes fell on the fairy sister's goose-yellow Luo skirt.

Seeing him so weakly, the fairy sister touched his head with a weak smile and said, "Xiaoyu doesn't cry, my mother is fine." ”

"How can it be okay, you are covered in blood and say it's okay. Hearing her say this, Shi Weiyu cried even more fiercely, and the tears on her white porcelain-like little face were all over the place, which made people feel distressed.

"Xiaoyu, you go and bring the bizhu flowers that were stored before, and I will help my mother heal first. Shi Weili helped the fairy sister up and put her on the bed, and sat behind her to continuously convey true qi to her.

After a long time, the fairy sister was safe for the time being, so Zhong Muxi breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the fairy sister who was sleeping peacefully on the bed, Zhong Muxi was a little sad.

She looked at the surrounding mountains, forests, grass and trees, and felt extremely desolate.

This sudden change made Nakaki Xi think about what happened to him.

Originally, she lived a good life in her village, but I don't know when, everything began to change slowly.

Suddenly, a person ran out and said that the green fruit that grew up with her was actually his relative, and suddenly the grandmother who loved her the most since she was a child became a dryad.

No one can accept this.

It's not that she doesn't want Luguo to find her relatives, it's just that her grandmother is gone, and Luguo is separated from her, which makes her feel as if the world has abandoned her.

After she experienced a catastrophe in Jiuyou, she thought that she should have a good life in the future, but no, as soon as she came out, she met the pervert of Mo Yu.

She didn't know what kind of grudge she had against him, so much so that he beat her up without saying a word when he saw her.

Later, after experiencing so many things, Zhong Muxi really couldn't control his emotions anymore.

The cool breeze at night kept blowing and blowing, Zhong Muxi did not sleep, but sat on the small bamboo bench in the front hall, and then looked at the bean-like lights on the table, watched the wind blow it around, and suddenly touched the scene.

She feels that life is like a faltering candle flame, and the wind that comes and goes freely is like a pair of hands in the dark, fiddling with people's fate wantonly.

Life in the world is like duckweed, and like fluffy grass, flying around, without roots and no home.

The rustling of bamboo leaves outside the window, accompanied by the chirping of insects hiding in the bamboo forest, is not very tactful and pleasant, but very desolate.

In the world of life, suddenly like a traveler.

This sentence was something that her grandmother used to murmur to herself when Nakaki was young, and when she asked her grandmother what it meant, she would always smile and say that she would understand when she grew up.

However, when she grew up, the person she said this to was no longer by her side.

Until now, she still doesn't want to believe that her grandmother is really a bad person.

She is not running away, on the contrary, she is very sober and rational.

She has always felt that no matter people, gods and demons, they all have feelings, and no one's heart is as hard as iron.

After more than ten years of parenting, day and night, she didn't believe that her grandmother would really hurt her.

She grew up every year when she was a child, and she watched it all in her eyes.

When I was a child, I was so innocent, I could ride until dark on that bamboo horse, and I could play all day with a sandbag.

However, the white horse passed through the gap like an arrow, and in the blink of an eye, the tree at the door had not yet grown old, but her years were already barren.

The tree is like this, how can a person be worthy.

The years are always so sad, and finally everyone learns to count the scars on their bodies in silence in the moonlight.

Crying, laughing, no one notices.

The wheels are rolling forward, and time is rolling forward, only people stand in place stupidly, unwilling to raise their feet forward.

The light of the bright moon passed through the gaps in the bamboo leaves and scattered starlight spots on the ground, and then shimmered like starlight with the shaking of the bamboo leaves, making it impossible to distinguish between heaven and earth.

The mountains are majestic and verdant, but overnight, a fire broke out, and the mountains and greenery were instantly transformed into the former desolation.

The white clouds and dogs are changing rapidly, the grass and trees are like this, and so are the people.

The mountains and rivers are magnificent and vast, and the stars in the sky are brilliant and gorgeous.

The creatures thrive on this land, and they survive on this land.

Through the ages, the dancing pavilion and the singing stage, the power has been replaced from one hand after another, but the desire has filled every corner of this world.

People do not hesitate to turn against each other for the sake of profit, and husbands and wives fight.

Only the yellow-haired child in the mountains still rides a yellow ox and plays the flute to spend a leisurely and peaceful time.

The war in the world is still poor.

And when the flames of war are ignited, it is not the initiators of the war who will be hurt the most, but the weakest ordinary people in the world.

There was fear in their eyes. The children's faces are always dark, only the eyes are as bright as the stars in the sky, unrealistically waiting for the day of peace. The women carefully counted the days, fearing the day when the grain in the jar would bottom.

But the most feared thing is that the only man in the family who can work will be taken away to join the army.

In that case, there is no need to wait for the day when the flames of war reach the doorstep, and that family will collapse from now on.

There were hungry people everywhere on the road, they fled from their poor homeland to another equally poor place, they had been hungry for a long, long time, waiting to reach a rich place, where they could beg for a bite to eat, but they did not know where in the world the people could eat a mouthful of food except the mansions of the princes and nobles!

Therefore, after many tosses, they despaired, their eyes were like ashes, looking hopelessly at the blue sky and white sun, the huge rivers and mountains, the grass and trees were withered and yellow, and the birds were extinct.

However, the so-called rulers don't care at all, they only care about the right to make their eyes red.

It is the power that is hotter than the sun that can make them crazy, and it can make them rush for it.

But the people of the Lai have to suffer for their desires.

The world has never been the world of these people.

But it has never been the world of a single family.

There is no trust between them, and their so-called loyalties are all lies fabricated for the sake of gaining power.

No one will swear allegiance to any one person, they will always follow the right, and whoever has the right will submit to him.

As a result, mutinies were frequent, and the war did not stop.

In fact, the intrusion of foreign enemies is not the main cause of war, but the main cause is internal chaos in the country.

How shameful it is that they did not hesitate to stage a coup d'état for the sake of their rights, and they did not hesitate to make the people of the world suffer for them.