Two hundred and seven, it's almost too late

"That, I, Su Jing, won't eat white food, I'll take care of your safety in the future, I just need to give me three meals a day, hehe." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

"I, I am Su Jing, a good person who saves the world and saves all living beings, you can rest assured, with me in the future, no one will bully you."

"Where is my sister, I'll take you."

"I really want to know what kind of life I live like my sister."

"You see, those people can eat better than I do."

……

Sitting in front of the roaring bonfire, the young man who eats meat has cunning eyes, looks like a child, and his demeanor is faintly full of gentlemanly style, and hundreds of catties of meat can be eaten in his stomach in half a day.

This is the most familiar appearance of Su Jing in memory.

Su Yaozhu, who woke up, felt a cold air sweeping through her body, and then found that her body was wet with pool water, and Su Jing's body was even colder than her, she saw his eyelashes fluttering, and his good-looking eyes met her, and he said slowly: "You finally woke up...... My shoulders are stiff, and my neck is sore......"

She hurriedly got up, but forgot that her hand was in his hand, and was dragged back again, and forced him to knock out a few mouthfuls of blood.

"You're too heavy...... he complained, but his breath was weak, and even his breath was only a faint gasp.

Su Yaozhu looked at the blood on the two of them in silence.

He seemed to sense that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and curled his lips: "I'm dying." ā€

"Die here quietly, no girl has ever kissed me in my life, ...... you"

"Can you kiss me before I die?"

"This ...... Is it because there is too much blood on my face, you can't put your mouth down...... Don't look like that......"

A light touch on his forehead made his words come to an abrupt end, and he looked at her with his eyes wide open.

Then he smiled wryly.

"Thank you."

"I'll be with you until the last minute......" she said softly.

Su Jing was stunned, with a flash of regret on his face, and he said softly: "Thank you, when I die, can you send some words to the Su family?" I have never been sorry for anyone in my life, the only thing is to disappoint my parents...... When I die, you will cremate me...... It's just that don't send the ashes back, I want to travel far away, let me scatter with the wind......"

He spoke very slowly, sometimes choking on the blood in his throat.

Su Yaozhu hugged his head, and something was faintly released in her hand and entered his body, she nodded and smiled: "Yes." ā€

She would scatter his ashes in the wind and float freely into the distance.

She will bring his heart to the Su family, but she is worried about it.

She'll ......

She looked down at Su Jing, who had fallen asleep again.

Tears have dried.

Two days after that day, Su Yaozhu broke a slightly thick plum branch in Meilin not far from the cold pool, in addition to taking care of Su Jing, he carved, carved and sharpened with a knife behind closed doors every day, and didn't even go to the alchemy room.

When Yilan Ancestor learned about it, he immediately came to the door, pushed open the door, the light was bright, and Su Yaozhu had just finished it.

A string of Buddhist beads, the size of the grains is the same, very round, engraved with fine lines, like a specific symbol.

"No matter how others use peach wood to make Buddhist beads, although the plum forest by the cold pond has existed for hundreds of years, it is not suitable to be used as a string of Buddhist beads, right? And you really can't give up that kid, why don't I look like it, you didn't even care about the injury for him before, hey, how can I look at your face as white as a dead man? Yilan Ancestor was rambling for a long time before she noticed that there was a strange aura lingering on her body, like dead air, but when she looked at it, it was clearly a living person, and she was also puzzled.

Su Yaozhu stopped coughing and lifted the plum wood Buddha beads, and her fingers and Buddha beads looked a little hazy in the light outside the house.

Yilan Ancestor saw a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"The plum tree growing by the cold pond is just ......"

Peach wood is yang, which will damage the yin soul.

On the same day, Su Jing never woke up, and the Su family got the news to visit the Hehuan Sect and wanted to retrieve Su Jing's bones.

Mrs. Su was helped over, and when she saw the fire as big as a hillside, the flames were rising, she cried so much that she fainted.

Su Jing's aunt was dressed in plain white when she came, and she would also stare at the unmoved woman in front of her with tears on her face, and her fingers trembled and pointed at her: "You...... Why did you come to tell us so late, this woman, and who made you call the shots and burn him......"

The middle-aged man walked behind, but he walked to the fire, watched the flames burn for a long time, and then held his forehead and closed his eyes.

I wonder if he's hiding the emotions in his eyes......

What is the pain of losing a child?

Su Yaozhu walked to his side and said silently: "Su Jing was worried about you when he left, he said that he was at the end of his life, but he couldn't do it, but this father-son, mother-son relationship, also lived up to your nurturing grace, he should have died vigorously, but he lived a little longer to miss you, miss the people he knew in this world...... He said......"

"He said that after his death, he would like to be a companion with the breeze and a friend with the flowing water and the earth......"

This is probably freedom, too.

"Don't bother the girl about the rest of the things, leave it to our Su family. After all...... It's an outsider. ā€

Su Yaozhu didn't speak, only gently stroked the Buddha beads on her wrist, her expression a little sad.

Then he left.

At the bottom of the mountain outside the peak, thousands of yellow-robed monks knelt on the ground, chanting scriptures in unison to see them off.

Xujing led Su Yaozhu to the front of the monks, but unexpectedly saw Feng Yan.

The reckless younger brother in the past also had a dignified face at this time, although he didn't know what the dead Su Jing had to do with his sister, but judging from what she had done to the Feng family these days, that person was very important to her.

Su Yaozhu was slightly stunned, and her expression was a little stunned: "Why did you come here in person?" ā€

Before anyone could answer, she asked eagerly, "Is there any news about what I entrusted you?" ā€

Feng Yan looked at her thin and pointed chin, and her ugly face was also distressed, but he still replied in a proper manner: "I have found out clearly, a crazy woman in Jinyun Village, a hundred miles away, has just become pregnant...... I've already sent someone. ā€

It is really not easy for the immortal cultivation world to find a pregnant woman who just caters to the eight characters of the hour, let alone in just a few days.

As soon as he finished speaking, his sister seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and looked at the green mountains and white clouds in the distance with an empty gaze.

One of the monks who was chanting suddenly stopped, stood up and walked in front of her, looking in amazement at the lingering breath around her.

"Lord Feng, you...... The deadline is approaching......"

Su Yaozhu took it back, and when she heard this, her hand trembled.

Time is running out. (To be continued.) )