The days are always quietly swept away between the fingers, sometimes leaving fragments of memory, sometimes simply leaving no traces. Those traces left behind are worth remembering, such as the acquaintance with my father.

And those that are forgotten and sealed are all those who are miserable, for example, I have forgotten so it is not convenient for example. I was at peace with my father, and I spent many days peacefully and happily.

During these times, we will all practice with the forest, and if I am willing to learn, he will teach. For the sake of cheesy practical life-saving, I studied diligently, after all, the time limit of the barrier drawn by my father is not permanent.

Since I want to learn, I naturally choose those that are practical and vulgar. What disguise technique, flying immortal technique, and retreat technique are all quite effective moves. Cultivation is not an easy task, and if you don't experience it personally, no one can boast that it's easy.

This disguise alone endured more than a fraction of courage. It's not like a human skin mask in the movie. The preparation was also indescribable, first the face had to be immersed in the mud until two hours later, so that the mask would fit more closely with the face.

The skin bags used to make the zuò masks are collected by themselves, and the skin texture required for different human skins is also slightly different, and the ontology used to make these leather goods is a person who has died for no more than an hour, or a person who is about to die.

If it is a dying person, we will grant him an unfulfilled wish before death, and the reward they have to pay is nothing more than a piece of paper. What is incomprehensible is that those who are dying to fulfill their wishes are all smiling, as if they are willing to suffer this criminal punishment.

For those who have died, the screening conditions are also very strict, one is the time limit, and the other is the cortical limit. As a "Buddhist person" who does not kill, how shocking it is to personally cast a spell and peel off human skin.

At first, I refused, after all, in modern dissection is extremely horrifying, even in ancient times, this kind of skinning is really unacceptable. However, my father kept standing on his side and asked me to perform the spell. I don't like this kind of father, the cold sweat is dripping down, and the clothes are stuck to my back, which is very sad.

Just as I was about to suffocate with nervousness, my father did not force me to say anything, but put his hand on my shoulder. He said: "Since it is said that it is good, it is necessary to be ruthless. "My heart was still fluttering, and I couldn't do anything.

He grabbed my hand when he saw that I was still so hesitant, yes, it was not a mistake in detail, it was indeed a hand. These days, I don't even have the claws, the only wolf-like trait. As a result of my growing peculiarities of day and night, I have grown in size, and am now about the height of a woman of twelve or thirteen.

The face is also developing more and more towards the red face and trouble, and it is hard to believe that such a look will not cause the slightest wave. My hand was held by my father, and I was allowed to control it, and I couldn't get rid of the horrible image in my mind with my eyes closed.

The hand I was holding had been loosened, and I still didn't dare to open my eyes, I hated such a father. "It's fine". The hands patted me on the back and comforted, and I squinted at the corpse, which was long gone.

Just this glance will be unforgettable for life, and on the skinless body, there are only cracked blood vessels and flowing blood. I couldn't believe that this wreck was my masterpiece. "It's not that scary." Daddy's words were plain and unfazed, as if the life he had just ended didn't mean anything. I was so petrified that I forgot to answer.

After this experience, I didn't go out of the house for three days, and the delicious snacks that my dad gave me couldn't arouse my appetite.

However, after being forced to accept and implement these many times, I got used to it, and unconsciously I was cold-blooded and ruthless? Every time I do it, I always try to convince myself that "I can't do it, even if I make a thousand mistakes."

Speaking of this flying immortal technique, his father gave him the name "Climb to the peak and see the clouds to the top, and look back at the clouds." I always like to give them cumbersome names and makeovers. Flying Immortal Technique, what we think of must be a somersault cloud of Wukong, which is 108,000 miles in one turn, and the height is even more than breaking through the sky.

In fact, this soaring height and distance can only be controlled by different spiritual powers. If you want to fly higher like in the song, you can only use guò to continuously advance your spiritual power to reach the ability to match it.

All in all, it is never an exaggeration to say that it is military training these days, and the tragic Cheng dù is definitely no less than devil training. At first, he just regarded his father as his father, but now he has an extra layer of affection for his master.

Lu Lin's daily life is warm and loving, and Lu Lin's cultivation area is embarrassing. At that time, I was meeting Uncle Zhou in a dream over and over again, and the sound of weapons came into my ears, and I was not interested in thinking about which boring character was still in the middle of the night.

Anyway, if you can't get into trouble, you won't have the effort to intervene more. I adjusted my sleeping position and slept with my eyes closed at the window, and the murmuring outside was even louder, mixed with unconscious shouts.

I frowned, trying to ignore this qiē and accompany Zhou Gong well. Unexpectedly, my face was hot, it felt like a drop of water, I reached out and wiped it but felt a fishy smell rushing into my nose, and I subconsciously opened my eyes.

The little crimson on the white screen window, like the red plum of winter snow, turned out to have a wolf bèi on his face, all thanks to him. A little red in this whiteness is clearly visible in the dazzling night. Why did all this blood spill on my face through the window? What is going on outside here, and what is going on in the bloody disaster?

I opened the door and looked around before I finished my clothes, and everything was cloudy in the night. As soon as I took a step, a hand grabbed my ankle, and I was not fully conscious, so I naturally subconsciously kicked away, and the hand grabbed it again, but the strength was obviously much looser.

I looked in the direction and saw that it was the flower girl in the "beauty bath", and she was also my intimate attendant. Her face was so bloodstained that she couldn't tell her face. The only sign that could identify her was the bean-sized black mole that touched her jaw.

She said intermittently: "Young master, hurry, go quickly, there are alien races...... Before she could finish speaking, she spat blood and let go of her hand and fell to the ground, lifeless....... In just a few seconds, he turned into a gray wolf.

I witnessed the fragility of life, and the people around me just walked away, and I didn't even finish the last sentence. These days, she has been with me for a long time, so long that I can ignore her appearance and remember her goodness and her truth.

When I sleep, I always used to kick off the quilt restlessly, and she always picked it up and covered it one by one. Every time she missed the hour due to late cultivation, she would always prepare her favorite pastries. Whenever I invited her to eat, she always politely declined. A qiē is bland and real, as if she hasn't gone yet.

The sourness in my heart reached my throat, and even tears were forced out of a retching, but I didn't have time to cry here, otherwise I would have lost her affection for coming to tell her at the risk of death. I wiped my eyes and snot vigorously and groped in the night.

Occasionally, we will step on a lot of wreckage, and these are our kind. I wanted to stop for them, but I couldn't, so I held back my tears and tried to avoid stepping on them.

The corpses and bones everywhere are all the peers of our wolf clan, who wants to wash my people in blood, and how much grudge can they do such an inhumane thing. The whole forest courtyard exuded the smell of death, and I stumbled and stumbled along with walking.

Suddenly, a strong palm wind sneaked in, covering my chest directly, and the current spiritual power was not completely down, but it was really painful. I couldn't see his face because he was hiding his face, but the ornament he wore around his waist was imprinted on my heart.

It is very likely that this is the ironclad evidence and clue to find out the destruction of my people, and I have written this object deeply in the river of memory. The man who was hiding his face saw that I was not completely lying on my stomach, but he did not go forward to attack.

Maybe I was just an insignificant person, and I couldn't be a threat if I left a living mouth, so I let it go? He took one look at me and threw himself into the darkness to continue his search for a fight. The miserable sound continued, and I rushed to Daddy's Howling Moon Palace.

How could the all-powerful Venerable Lord allow this tragedy to happen, is it all a false name? I always fell hard when I ran too fast, and then I got up quickly, as if I felt the pain of reporting. There is only one belief in my heart: "I want to find out what is wrong with this, why do I want to break this stable happiness?" ”

I saw that the Howling Moon Palace was already deserted, and there were a few wolves lying on the stairs that had turned into prototypes, and my heart was pulled together, and I stepped in with my chest covered.

The room was a mess, with items on the table scattered on the floor and cabinets for medicines turned out of shape. And the man in the house is long gone.

I am the only one who can carry this huge catastrophe?

I seemed to think of something, and ran towards the place where my father had to go every day, opened the secret passage of the dungeon, and I sneaked in. The cold air froze the bones, I didn't care so much, and ran towards the condensed coffin, one is to see the person in my heart, and the other is to ensure the "safety" of my mother.

There was nothing to be found in the empty coffin, and there was no man, so I sat on the ice of the underground palace. I lost the ability to speak, and this sudden change was going to make me crazy, and the cold chill didn't have a sober effect, and I really didn't know what to do......

If some things are destined to be taken away, why should they hope, and if some people have to lose, why should they meet. If I had been born again as an orphan, living in the midst of dirty ruins, perhaps it would have been far better than the pain of gaining and losing.