The country is picturesque.

The mountains are immense. The ghosts weep fiercely. Such a place that "does not communicate with Qin Sai". It is a monument.

The woman lying in the deserted temple is also a monument.

Her lips were a little soft. Soft with backbone. Microsheets. It's as if you've been longing to melt. I longed to kiss all over the green mountains and green waters. I'm looking forward to such an opportunity. can achieve her greatness once and for all in an instant.

Her eyes were misty and gorgeous. Shoulder to shoulder with the majestic mountain. Flooding out of the wanton rivers, rows of accidental ravines, moving little hands, staggering arcs, wind chimes on the eaves, feathers in the forest...

Chen Mu didn't think about it. A woman who is about to give birth can burst out with such thrilling beauty. It's a force. A powerful force that "lasts forever".

Chen Mu was very calm.

Stove.

Heat the pan.

Scissors.

Kit.

Everything but the kitchen sink.

Chen Mu rolled up his sleeves. Leaned down and touched his forehead, which was already sweaty or rain-wet.

"Can you trust me?"

The fierce expression was a little sluggish at this time. It hurts. Confused.

Chen Mu clasped one hand on her cheek. Steady and steady. As if to arouse her wholehearted fighting spirit.

"Gao Qian. Can you trust me? ”

Look at her intently. Look into the depths of her eyes ... Firmness. Persistent.

What is the obsession in his eyes? The ferocity wanted to see it clearly. It's a pity that she can't care about anything else at the moment. Sole. She wanted her child to be born safely.

The Monster grabbed him by the wrist.

"Ganoderma lucidum."

Chen Mu smiled.

It was the warmest smile he'd ever seen.

Chen Mu put the Ganoderma lucidum that she had dug out with her own hands into her hand. Hold on tightly. Catch...

Remaining.

It's like purgatory.

and like that heaven.

Gao Qian roared in life and death. Cry.

Tears and blood.

Strong and obsessive.

Intertwined with the first birth of a pair of lives.

A cry.

Another cry.

A pair of children rely on "He has seven." I have one. One against seven. What trouble do I have? The heroic spirit. Born into the world.

The exhausted creature was now like a man made of water.

Hair soaked in sweat.

Body. Creamy softness. Boneless spread in a red and non-red past and present life.

Chen Mu's fingertips were still dripping with blood.

A pair of bloody, wrinkled, and scratching young sons leaned over and hugged her side for the first time.

He collapsed, but he still smiled gracefully. It's a smile that nothing in the world can beat... A mother's satisfaction. This is the case for a lifetime. Die without regrets.

Two little things with sticky eyes. But his small arms and legs are particularly strong. Their little fingers hooked mom's hair. With his mother's blood on his body. Mommy's smell ...

He couldn't speak. He raised his finger lightly.

Chen Mu raised his body and hooked his hand and took out a pair of small wooden cards from the small wooden cabinet at the head of the bed. It is worn with a thin silk satin like the cover of a Buddhist scripture as a ring. The wooden plaque is engraved on it. An "auspicious". A "wishful thinking".

Chen Mu framed the right foot and neck of his youngest son who came out first with an "auspicious". and framed a "Ruyi" on the left foot and neck of the youngest son who came out later.

This is something that the monster has thought about a long time ago. The name "auspicious." Ruyi". Unobstructed celebrations.

Auspicious Ruyi on the card. It's like the car has a license plate and is free to go on the road. Erqian was relieved. Satisfied. It's relieving. The hero's mother finally couldn't muster any more energy. Close your eyes and fall asleep. Fall asleep soundly...

It's a demon.

It's a dream.

The smell of blood wafted through the room.

The fire is booming.

The Wild and her auspicious wishes slept peacefully on a thick blanket.

There are Buddhist scriptures piled up next to him. This is what the Wild Wants.

The Ganoderma lucidum she dug with her own hands. She has been pinched to pieces by her during childbirth. But he was still reclining on the side of her hand.

The delivery equipment is still on the bed. on the table. Ground.

The hot pot is still burning.

There was also blood water in the small wooden basin for the children after washing.

The Bodhisattva looked up.

Incense lingers.

Door.

Chen Mu still smelled of blood on his hands. . A lump of red stains on the back of the hand like a plum blossom.

He sat on the threshold. The sleeves are still rolled.

Smoking a cigarette.

I watched with fascination at the rain that was still majestic.

Take a puff of cigarette. Spit out gently. As if through life and life ...

Maybe. The sweet sleep is invisible.

I can't see the green hills.

Chen Mu's eyes were stained with a thin layer of wetness.

Born.

Peace is born ...

A cigarette in his lips. Chen Mu looked at his hands.

These hands. When delivering a baby. It's been hectic. I went through the panic. Experienced loss.

What is born is stillborn. Mom is just as wild as she was just now. With satisfaction and hope. At last. In a pool of blood. She also finished her miserable life.

At a time when the hands were still very young. Mom used to pat it. Say. It's a doctor's hand. Either. It is also a pair of hands that play the piano.

Xiao Chen Mu looked at his mother. Mom. I will protect you with these hands. Don't ask anyone to bully you anymore.

It's completely different from the Rhino. My mother was very quiet when she was pregnant. Although the doctor said that her spiritual world had collapsed.

She can read Buddhist scriptures.

She can embroider.

She is still adept at unraveling the Nine Links.

Conceived in October. Once in childbirth.

Mom was at that moment. I got sick. Completely in a frenzy. Crying. Hold on. I don't want to go to the hospital.

I saw that the amniotic water was broken. Chen Mu couldn't. I had to use these hands.

Mom. I will protect you with these hands.

The sound of childhood vows rings in my ears.

Still....

Chen Mu closed his eyes. The cigarette butt had burned between his fingers. Stained with bursts of fishy incense, it gradually fades into the dust.

It's a demon.

It's a dream.

Peaceful peace.

It gave him relief. Gave him solace.

Chen Mu opened his eyes. He looked back at the mother and son on the bed.

The heart is warm.

The throat is fishy sweet.

Peace at last. Finally peace.

Still.

At this time, heavy footsteps were heard. It's like it's right next to your ears.

Chen Mu turned his head... I haven't seen anyone yet.

"Pong." A hammer slammed into his head.

Real blood flooded his eyes... Before losing consciousness completely. Chen Mu's fingers were clenched in the direction of the ferophyll. The heart is amazed. Wild Blood.

Whoa...

Maybe. The voice that really came out was far more thrilling than the sound of the panic that flowed from the bottom of his heart.

When Wei Xiaobai grabbed the handle with one hand. When I ran into the house drenched.

A scene in front of you。。。。。 How not to make Xiaobai feel painful.

The first year of junior high school, who ran in first, had already knelt on the side of the bed. Beautiful eyes staring at the bloody scissors. Blood basin. Bloody clothes. Like a deer caught in headlights. A big tear smashed in front of him like that...

This scene of the corpse scene deeply stimulated Wei Xiaobai and Shen Jiali. The two living Hades burst into red eyes in an instant.

Killing.

(Well thought out.) "Gao Laozhuang" is confirmed to have a fourth part. The third "Capture the Thief and the King" will end in blood. If you're still interested in watching Gao Qian, this bit of. Thanks for keeping along. And also. Rest assured. I definitely got the end. It's just that. It's true that it's not the end of the day. If you get bored. Please also discard quietly. Give the young lady a relatively confident environment to fill in the hole and write an essay. It is expected that the third part will be over with a few more sections. Hey. A bloodstained ending. I drop favorites. ）