"Little Third Master, with my Panzi here, can I still make you suffer?" Then, I heard the sound of pulling the bolt, "Little Third Master, Panzi, I don't have the strength to say anything else, let's escort you one more time at the end." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

"Go ahead. Little Third Master, you boldly go forward, go forward, don't look back. ”

I kept walking, and tears flowed down my eyes, and I couldn't see the road ahead at all. As I walked step by step, I heard gunshots ringing out behind me......

When I entered Panzi's rental house, I saw a bowl of rotten and moldy noodles on the table. The chopsticks were on the side, and the plate of moldy tofu in the bowl had completely turned black and dry. Obviously, Panzi was eating this bowl of noodles before leaving, and he left before he even had time to clean up, and he never came back. I always felt that he knew that he would definitely not come back, so he didn't do anything. ’

Yan Jin was scrolling the pages of the book and reading, her tears fell on the keyboard in front of her, and she didn't have time to wipe them. There are more than 10,000 comments under this chapter, and they are all a group of men who are calling out how their eyes are wet and how they are suddenly spicy.

As early as in the first few volumes, when Pan Zi escaped death twice and was seriously injured, Yan Jin made psychological preparations, thinking that he was most likely a bento, but he didn't expect to sing all the way in such a way, and he didn't even let the readers see the heroic shortness of breath in the last scene.

I always felt that the author's pen was mature and witty, with a bit of philistine lightness, but in the end, it was written so sensationally, which made people hurt to the bone.

When she saw Wu Xie's tears flowing out all of a sudden, her tears couldn't be stopped instantly, as if she had been clicked on an acupuncture point by the author, and it hurt so much that she couldn't do it.

Panzi, this real man.

Even if she forgets those wonderful plots in this book, she will not forget the last scene of this man's singing, as well as the sentence "Little Third Master, you go forward boldly", "Panzi, I don't have the strength to say anything else, let's escort you again in the end." ”

The last picture, the rotten noodles and tofu, the small rental house, can't be erased.

Yan Jin really hated the author Seventeen at this time, why did he write Pan Zi to death? Inexplicably, let A-Ning die and die, why did Panzi let him die so miserably and heroically!

It's so tear-jerking!

Yan Jin didn't want to read those technical posts at all, so he only silently recalled the sentences in the book.

When Yan Jin's father pushed the door in and asked her to eat, he was shocked by her appearance.

"Broken out?" Yan Xishan was so embarrassed that he couldn't do it, and he was thinking about whose kid was bullying his precious daughter, and he was already thinking about how to teach the other party a lesson.

Yan Jin pulled out a few tissues in a panic and wiped his face indiscriminately, "No, Dad, when did you have the habit of knocking on the door." ”

Yan Xishan clearly didn't believe it, "It's not that you're out of love, you're crying so sadly?" As he spoke, he peeked at the screen, afraid that his daughter would be hit and couldn't think about it.

Yan Jin snorted, "I'm reading a novel, was it okay to be moved to cry?" ”

"Those brainless texts, what's there to cry about!" Yan Xishan muttered angrily, obviously not thinking that this was the reason at all.

Yan Jin felt that he couldn't communicate with his father, but he was very unconvinced.

Her father has always looked down on these online novels she reads, but there is always a classic in a hundred books, which is worth reading and is also thought-provoking. "Dad, this one is really good-looking, I highly recommend you, it's about a group of tomb robbers, and it's very exciting to write." Yan Jin thinks that men should also like this theme. In her reading area, most of the male fans of the book are pouring water and urging them to change all day long.

Yan Xishan waved his hand, "There is no nutrition at all on these networks, and I don't look at those who specifically lie to little girls like you." ”

Yan Jin stood up angrily and ran to the restaurant, ignoring him.

On the dining table in the living room, Yan's mother was setting chopsticks, looking at her like this, she knew that the two father and daughter were unhappy again, "Eat and eat, you guys are not tired of being so noisy all day long." With that, she turned around and turned on the radio casually.

When eating, put on some music channels to mediate the atmosphere, which is a habit of their family for many years.

As soon as the radio started today, I heard a voice that was usually unfamiliar.

"Hello everyone, today is the first issue of our World Story Club, welcome everyone to listen, I am Yuan Wei."

Yan's mother was about to change the channel in the past, but she felt that the boy's voice with a little sand was a little nice, so her steps were a little slower.

Yan Jin, who was not in a good mood, was about to pick up the dishes and chopsticks, but the content read by the anchor with a charming voice on the radio made her eyes light up.

"50 years ago, Changsha Dart Ridge. The four Tufuzi were squatting on a mound, and everyone did not speak, staring directly at the Luoyang shovel on the ground. ”

Yan Jin suddenly shouted, "Mom, don't change the channel!" ”

Yan's mother was stunned for a moment, but she didn't object, so she sat down with her rice bowl. Yan Xishan, who wanted to speak out, endured it but still didn't say anything.

The three of them sat at the table, and they didn't speak, except for the sound coming from the radio.

"The shovel still had the dirt that had just been brought out of the lows, and strangely enough, the cup of soil was constantly oozing out with a bright red liquid, as if it had just been dipped in blood......

Mother Yan hissed, looked at the beautiful and rich sauce color of the sweet and sour chops in front of her, and suddenly felt a little disgusted, "This is disgusting, let's change the channel." ”

Yan Xishan, who had just sandwiched the chopsticks, his face remained unchanged, but as soon as the chopsticks in his hand were loosened, the small chops rolled back to the plate, he lowered his head and pretended that nothing had happened, and took a mouthful of white rice into his mouth.

Only Yan Jin was still stunned, biting the wooden chopsticks in his mouth, "Good sound......

This hoarse and magnetic voice is used to read the notes of tomb robbery, which is really magical.

Disgusting, disgusting, Yan Jin swallowed his saliva.

Yan's mother wanted to get up and change the channel, but the next sentence that floated out froze her in place.

"It's a big trouble right now, there's a bloody corpse down there."

A cold wind seemed to drift in through the small window behind the sofa in the living room.

"Be quiet, listen, there's movement!"

"Then there was a deathly silence, the third child knew that there must be something wrong below, and he was too frightened to speak, and suddenly, he heard a creepy sound from the hole, gurgling like a toad in the field."

There was a bang, and I didn't know what the wind was blowing off. Then, I heard a creaking sound outside the window, and I don't know if it was a branch outside, or where it came from.

With a snap, Yan Mu sat back neatly, her face a little white.

After sitting for a while, Yan's mother found her voice, "Old, Yan, you go and close it." ”

Yan Xishan, who was named, was stunned, and his chopsticks were obviously stiffened.

But his face quickly straightened, and he dropped his chopsticks, and the man stood up, and strode towards the radio.

However, halfway through, the low, hoarse voice on the radio slowed down the speed of speaking, and the words became a little more weird.

The third child faintly felt that something was wrong...... He reflexively wanted to look up, only to see a huge strange face, leaning down to look at him, two pupilless eyes lifeless......"

Yan Xishan, who had just raised his head, his old face turned green, and his outstretched hand was quickly retracted as if it were hot.

"Thank you for listening, I'll be back right after the commercial, Chapter 2 50 years later......"

The three members of the Yan family looked at each other, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.