Ou Yeshang silently picked up his two sledgehammers, brushed the dust off the sledgehammers, and couldn't help but sigh bitterly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

What is he going to do with Little Sacred Joy? Take the strange fate of the hundred-foot clan? He couldn't afford to gamble. He was also afraid.

He had seen the grief of those hundred-foot people who had lost their wives, and how uncomfortable those girls were when they died, and he couldn't help but feel indescribable sadness in his heart when he thought that if he was with Xiao Shengle, Xiao Shengle would also die in such pain.

He can't, let alone reluctant, so every time he hides from Xiao Shengle, he can hide, and if he can't, he will never show a good feeling.

It would hurt him, and it would hurt her.

"You rejected her too?" A sigh suddenly sounded in his ears, and Ou Yeshang looked over, but what he saw was another person in the hundred-foot clan, Ou Yeyu.

Ou Yeyu was wearing a Confucian robe, and he looked no different from other hundred-foot tribesmen, compared to other hundred-foot tribesmen, he was too thin, as if he could be overturned by others with one hand.

However, Ou Yeshang knew that Ou Yeyu's strength was not weaker than theirs at all, and under that thin body, there was enough power to collapse the universe.

"You too?" Ou Yeshang smiled bitterly.

Ou Yeyu shook his head, he didn't refuse, but he didn't even dare to take that step, he was afraid that he would not be able to take it back after taking that step, and then harm others and himself, and most importantly, he was afraid that she would suffer such a miserable fate if she was so beautiful.

For her, he could only wait silently from afar, not only to hide from her, but also to deceive his heart.

But the more he suppressed himself, the more he felt that his heart couldn't help but tremble, looking forward to it, and saying to him: Go, go bravely, hold her in your arms, tell her your heart, what are you still hesitating about?

Ou Yeyu knew that he couldn't endure it for too long—sooner or later, this suppressed feeling would explode, and he was afraid that even he wouldn't be able to control it.

"I don't want to hurt her, but I can't help it."

Sitting on his hammer, Ou Yeshang said with a helpless smile on the corner of his mouth. Love and hate, no matter how deeply you hide it, will be revealed in inadvertent movements, in the corners of your eyes and eyebrows, and in your words.

When a person pays attention to you all the time, there is no way to hide whether you love or hate.

Just like Ou Yeshang and Xiao Shengle today, even if he refuses, he can't stop Xiao Shengle from rushing up without hesitation.

"I can't help myself, and it's hard to control my feelings." Ou Yeyu shook his head and sighed lightly.

The most elusive thing in this world is feelings, when and where you fall in love with someone, it will not be in your control.

Some people have calculated their lives and have not gotten the love they want, while others have inadvertently gotten a lifetime of love. The origin and extinction are predestined.

Ou Yeshang nodded approvingly, if the emotion can be controlled, is it still the emotion?

After a long time, he suddenly asked.

"Are you afraid of death?"

As for the situation of the Shengle clan, they also know that whoever marries a girl from the Shengle clan will definitely die violently in a few years, but the people of the Baiqi clan are not afraid of anything, and if they die, will they still be afraid?

"I'm afraid she's dead." Ou Yeyu just sighed and replied slowly.

They are never afraid of death, people are inherently dead, but what they are afraid of is the death of their beloved, if they hurt their beloved because of themselves, then where is still love?

If the Baiqi clan didn't have such a strange fate, I'm afraid they would have launched a passionate pursuit of their beloved girl a long time ago, even if it would end up dying their own death.

"I, too, no, am afraid." The voice of the girl who swallowed slowly suddenly came,

When Ou Yeyu heard this voice, his whole person froze in an instant, and he turned his head mechanically, only to see a person standing behind the layers of leaves.

Dressed in peach-colored clothes, her mouth hadn't had time to close, she was holding a drum stick in her hand, and her eyes fell on Ou Yeyu's body.

I don't know how long she stood there or how much she listened to their conversation.

"You're not playing the drums today?" Ou Yeyu forcibly suppressed the urge to hug her fiercely, and the corners of his mouth raised a slight smile and asked her.

His hands tucked up in his sleeves were shaking, and there seemed to be a voice in his heart shouting, "Oh, what are you afraid of?" Just take a step forward and she'll be yours!

But there is another voice in his heart that keeps reminding him, have you forgotten, have you forgotten the fate of the hundred-foot clan? Do you want to hurt her?

The Sparrow tilted his head and tapped his drum stick, his voice slow.

"You, today, didn't come, I thought, something happened."

When she played the drums every day, she could feel the figure lingering in the shadows, at first she thought it was someone, but later found out that the person had no malicious intentions, she never stopped it.

It's been a long time, and it's become a habit to wait for that person in the shadows to come, but today she is going to start playing the drums, but he hasn't come yet, she can't help but be a little worried, and hesitated for a long time before coming out to find out if something happened to him.

Hearing what the Holy Sparrow said, the voice in Ou Yeyu's heart seemed to be more cheerful, he couldn't help but take a step back, forcibly suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, reluctantly pressed down the overjoyed smile, and said slowly: "It's delayed here for a while, it's too late today, you go back first, you can't delay playing the drums." ”

The Holy Sparrow sighed, and then stopped worrying, turned around and walked slowly in the direction he came.

She has a slow temperament, even emotionally, she doesn't know why, so she blurted out the sentence "I'm not afraid", but her heart is also big, but she was curious in her heart, so she stopped thinking about it.

If her fate arrives, she will always not be absent, but if she doesn't, it's useless for her to force it.

Seeing the figure of the Holy Sparrow gradually moving away, Ou Yeyu breathed a sigh of relief, and revealed his hand that was shrunk in his sleeve, there were already blood beads in his palm, and his short nails could penetrate the palm and puncture the skin, which was enough to see how hard he was suppressed.

He took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood beads down, then sighed and looked at Ou Yeshang.

"I can't hold it back for too long, so what about you?"

"Long pain is better than short pain." and Ou Yeyu glanced at each other, and the two suddenly looked at each other and smiled, as if they had made some plan.

Sooner or later, it would have to hurt like this, and it would be better to cut off their love than for her to go through that kind of pain—even if it would cost them a lifetime of longing and endless grief.

As long as their beloved can still be in this world, can live, can attain enlightenment, and can see all the prosperity in the world, it doesn't matter what kind of sadness and sadness they will experience.

The men of the Hundred Feet Clan didn't know what they were going through, and what they didn't know was that the girls of the Shengle Clan had already made up their minds - especially the patriarch of the Shengle Clan. (To be continued.) )