"It doesn't matter. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 "Bing Qingcheng didn't seem to have much strength, and hung softly on his shoulder, "I sometimes wonder, what do people live for? Some people want to become emperors, some people seek fame, some people seek money, fame and fortune. But I don't need it, I live just to not die, well, it's really to live for not to die, and I don't have any desire other than that, so it doesn't matter if you kill me. ”

Minglang picked up Bing Qingcheng, but her two-handed sword was too heavy and too much of a hindrance, and he wanted to take it down, but Bing Qingcheng immediately snatched the sword back and put it in his space bag.

"I don't know how many enemies you have." Minglang roared loudly, he didn't like Bing Qingcheng's words, the sense of fate was too strong, like the feeling of being manipulated by fate at will.

"But me! Akira Tachibana is not your enemy, not today, not tomorrow, I don't think I will hurt you! So......" he said softly, "will you go back alive?" Your sister is still waiting for you. ”

"Okay." Bing Qingcheng said softly.

After removing the heavy two-handed sword, he picked up Bing Qingcheng from his back and leg socket and immediately lightened it by more than half. Mingming felt that her body was filled with a devastating power, this power was restless and manic under her skin.

Madness, Minglang knows, he has also read the cheats of madness practice, but he still practiced the fighting spirit that is not easy to practice. The madness is very strong, known as the teacher in March, and the saint in a year. Simple and quick, powerful, many old fighting spirit warriors have been planted under the unknown madness killer. But this kind of quick and powerful power comes at a price, and he will be a teacher in March and be a saint in a year. Ten years of white bones under his feet, and he also died, and there was no soil to bury in the wilderness.

This kind of powerful power is obtained by burning lifespan, and the deeper the credit of cultivation, the faster it burns. The person who cultivates this power that Ming Lang knows will live for about ten years at most, but in the third year, he will fall into the domination of madness, and he will be murderous, manic, and seriously feel that anyone has malice towards him, killing innocents indiscriminately, even the closest people in his usual life will be cut down, and he will fall into the realm of exile where his family is ruined, and finally die in the wilderness where no one knows and does not care.

Why did you cultivate this power? Minglang asked in his heart, he had taken Bing Qingcheng to Dr. Barne Stoker's hospital, and immediately underwent surgery. I don't know why, I didn't let Minglang leave.

Minglang looked at the man lying on the bed, and the nurse removed her sunglasses. Bing Qingcheng's face was slightly pale, but it was serene and quiet, her usually stiff brows were stretched, and her pursed lips showed a pink smile that had lost blood, and she looked unguarded and completely relaxed.

She's smiling? Why?

Someone pulled Mingliang's clothes, and he looked down to see that it was Windsor. As soon as he wanted to explain the situation of Bing Qingcheng to Windsor, Windsor said obediently.

"Little baby is asleep in the room, big brother."

"Thank you, Windsor." Ming Lang said softly, "You've been here alone for so long, have you eaten?" Hungry or not. ”

"I've already eaten." Windsor looked at Bing Qingcheng with tired eyes, and the doctor cut the clothes on her abdomen, revealing a flat, firm lower abdomen with some abdominal muscle shapes, but not obvious, because there was no deliberate practice, but natural life formation.

"Your sister, she ......" Minglang didn't know how to explain it.

Windsor suddenly grabbed his hand, looked him in the eyes seriously, and said clearly and firmly in a childish voice, "My sister will not die." ”

"Yes." Minglang comforted.

"She's really not going to die." Windsor grabbed his hand and forced him to look at him. "I often feel that my sister is hiding many, many things from me, and that she will leave me and go far, far away. But I know that although she will leave me, she will never die, because her name is Bing Qingcheng. ”

Wouldn't you die if you call it Ice Green Orange? She obviously has a lot of enemies. Minglang smiled in his heart, but he didn't show it in the slightest.

"Don't worry, the bullet missed the point. This small injury was nothing to her. Dr. Barne Stoker walked over and said.

"Mr. Doctor, did you know my sister before?" Windsor asked.

"Yes, Miss Windsor, I used to know your sister. But I can't say anything about her past, because I've heard all about the rumors and haven't gotten accurate information. I can only warn you of one thing. The doctor looked at Windsor's blonde hair and said in a deep voice.

"What's the matter?" Minglang asked, noting that Dr. Dao was using the word "you."

"If you part ways with her one day, be happy and leave her! Bing Qingcheng's life is different from your life. She is a person who kills people for a living, and her life cannot be changed. ”

Minglang frowned, and the doctor's tone was full of a sense of fatalism and a strong sense of frustration. What does it mean that life cannot be changed? What is fate? What is fate? He never believed in this.

"Did you notice?" The doctor said to Minglang, "Bing Qingcheng has been holding the pistol, although you look at her face, it seems that she is not in a state of consciousness and relaxation, but the gun in her hand is very tight. ”

The nurse finished the wound, wrapped Bing Qingcheng in gauze, covered it with a quilt, and pushed her out of the operating room to another separate room. Indeed, Bing Qingcheng had been holding his pistol in his hand all the time, and the pistol that had been fired did not know when it was full of bullets.

"Don't touch her!" Windsor stopped Mingming, who was about to touch the pistol in Bing Qingcheng's hand.

"Will she really shoot?" Minglang joked.

"Yes." Windsor said solemnly, "Do you know why we were both here just now?" Because the doctor decided that if we were present, my sister would be relieved and there would be no accidents. ”

"Did you accidentally go off the rails?" Minglang suddenly remembered the feeling of Bing Qingcheng leaning on him.

"Yes, Mr. Clear. You don't know my sister well, and she won't believe you in her heart. You go back and take care of the baby, my sister has me here. Windsor looked up at Ming with determination.

"What can you do at such a young age?" Minglang felt a little frustrated.

"So what do you want to do here?" Windsor asked rhetorically, "I'm going to rest with my sister." ”

Minglang had no choice but to walk out of the room, and Windsor immediately locked the door. There was still a bed in the ward, but she couldn't move it, so she could only move a chair and turn off the lights so that Bing Qingcheng didn't hurt her side.

The room fell into comfortable darkness, and Windsor yawned and lay on the bed, "Sister, do you remember?" She said and closed her eyes, "When I was very young, you liked me the most, always hugged me to sleep, played with me, never yelled at me, always looked at me." But since you left the house and came back, I felt that my sister was so strange, she didn't like me at all, she always ignored me, and she was inexplicably angry with me. Is it that I also have something to hide from my sister, so my sister doesn't like me anymore. ”

Windsor's voice grew quieter, and then she fell asleep.

This is the story of The Shipowner and the Painter, which at first glance seems extremely simple, simple enough to pick out countless loopholes. Gao Jiatu knows that the other candidates are all writing for the good, just like the full-score essays flowing out of the Internet, a sense of social responsibility, praising the lacquer worker, promoting excellent character, such as kindness, paying tribute to the social filler, everyone gives a little love, and the world will be transformed into a better world. Only if you have a normal brain, you should write like this, right?

But that was the first time that Gagarto exposed the dark side of the character's heart, and in retrospect, the darkness in his heart was actually sloppy and shallow, which is simply laughable.

"I'm writing in a dark style." Gogato picked a book from the shelf, "The Da Vinci Code by American writer Dan Brown, I've always wanted to read Angels and Demons before." ”

Li Xiaobai helped Gao Jiatu ask if the book was sold, and learned that it could be rented, so he helped Gao Jiatu pay the rent.

"Just invite me to drink milk tea next time." Li Xiaobai said with a smile.

Gao Jiatuxin said that if you drink another cup of milk tea, it will be more expensive than a book, but still said: "I read books very quickly." ”

"And then? How is the dark college entrance examination essay written? Li Xiaobai, who is very curious about strange stories, is also very curious about dark stories.

Once upon a time there was a distant land, and there was a very wealthy shipowner who had a large number of wives and concubines, and had eighteen children. Soon the children grew up and quarreled all day long over who would inherit their father's inheritance.

It was supposed to be the eldest son, but everyone thought that the fourth and eighth sons were the wisest, but the shipowner liked his second son and the tenth son the most, and hesitated all day long. Until one day, his eldest son went to sea, was overturned by the waves, and died in the belly of the fish, losing his precious life.

Now it's the second son who inherits the family business, right? Everyone thought so, and the shipowner seemed to acquiesce to the second son's meddling in his business.

One day, a painter who was painting the owner's boat found a hole in a boat. The faithful painter wanted to leave and report to the owner, but he saw the owner's fourteenth son, the most vicious and rough bear child, tossing the housekeeper in the open space at the door for amusement. So the painter got scared and went back and plugged the hole himself.

The second son said that he would receive the merchants, and ordered the painters to paint the other ships with new paint. Under the pressure of his busy work, the painter forgot about it.

The next day, the second son let the owner's favorite Lao Shi and the clever Lao Si and Lao Ba go to sea on a boat whose paint had not yet dried. For some reason, the young sixteenth son suddenly said that there was a loophole in the ship. The owner was worried, but fortunately his precious son returned safely, and he himself checked and found the hole in the ship.

The owner of the ship gave the painter a large sum of money as a token of his gratitude and asked the painter to keep an eye on the ship, to which the painter agreed.

Answering home, the owner of the ship found that his fifteenth son, a stupid boy with a little intellectual problem, had secretly drunk the wine that his second son had given him. He was just about to scold the son he hated the most, but the fifteenth son was poisoned and died.

The biological mother of the fifteenth son, and at the same time the biological mother of the ninth and twelfth sons. A concubine that the owner liked very much went to fight with his second son and stabbed his second son.

The wife, who learned that the second son was unconscious, was very angry and called the fifth son and the seventh son to arrest the concubine and beat her to death.

The aging owner of the ship was sad and angry, and told his wife to take his second son, fifth son, and seventh son to take a boat to earn a living by themselves, and never to come back. and sent the ninth and twelfth sons to live in other places in opposite directions.

The eleventh son became very precocious because of the early death of his biological mother, and because he couldn't stand the style of the family, he ran away with the fourteenth son.

One day, the owner of the ship learned that his thirteenth son was drinking and making trouble, and he actually went to molest the young concubine. The seventeenth and eighteenth sons of the young concubine were miscarried and died.

The thirteenth son, knowing that the mother of the eighth son and the dead concubine were good sisters, was so frightened that he fell into the river and died. As soon as he learned that he had another son dead, the mother of the fourth child, an old and decrepit woman whom the owner disliked very much, clamored for the owner to make her his wife.

The shipowner suffered a stroke in a fit of rage, and the fourth son hurriedly took his mother to refuge. Now only the sixth son and the youngest sixteenth son are left with the owner of the ship to serve him, but fortunately, the eighth and tenth sons are coming back soon.

But the owner of the ship waited a long time, and his favorite and wisest son never returned. It wasn't until the sixteenth son of Tong Yan Wuji said that he leaked his mouth that he knew that his favorite and smartest son went to sea and died.

"How is this possible?" The shipowner questioned the sky angrily.

"What's impossible." The sixth son took the sixteenth son's hand, looked at the owner of the ship who couldn't get up, and explained, "The first time the painter only used a wooden stopper, it was I who repaired the holes in the ship, making him think that he really knew how to repair the ship." Then the painter told them about it, and they used a trick to make you suspect the second brother, and killed Xiao Fifteen and your concubine. The thirteenth man has no brains when he drinks a little, and the fourth one's mother is also a brainless. Old Eleven is a very high-minded person, and when you talk about your business methods later, he immediately won't believe you. ”

"Don't you understand? You're the only one left with me. Lao Liu whispered in the owner's ear, gently and clearly.

In an instant, the affection for blood relatives transcended death and fear, and the old shipowner grabbed the sixth child's arm with his stiff hand, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Run, little sixteen." ”

His young sixteenth son shook his head, his immature face was as quiet as a girl, and his eyes were as round as a fawn looking at the old shipowner who was old enough to be his grandfather, and said innocently: "No, the sixth brother is very good to me, hugs me every day and sleeps with me, and gives me big bananas." ”

"Ahh Is it over? It turns out that the sixth is the big demon king! Gao Jiatu was coldly surprised that someone was talking excitedly next to him, and hurriedly turned his head to see that it was the young clerk who was poofing.

"Sorry, I'm fascinated by that." The clerk picked up a sticky note and shook it, showing it to Gao Jiatu to see the eighteen numbers on it, and typed the wrong number, circle and underline according to the situation.