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Mother suddenly pushed Wang Qiang hard, the force was so great that Wang Qiang couldn't control her body and staggered to the door. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info This made her very surprised, the mother who has always been delicate and timid can be so powerful?

"Let's go, let's go, Qiang'er go!" The mother cried out loudly, her voice as mournful as a night owl. And after she said this, she coughed violently, obviously hurting her lungs, she coughed so hard, so painful, that Wang Qiang could even imagine the scene of her coughing up her lungs.

"Want to go? Can you go? Tiger Lao quietly blocked the door and said loudly: "Xu Biao, this little. Zi is the biological daughter of the Xu thief, and the only descendant of the Xu thief who corrupted my holy sect! ”

Wang Qiang was pushed to the ground, and she didn't get up immediately, because the two people here were still fighting power, and she didn't want to fight them head-on. And Hu Lao's words made her pupils shrink, and anger accumulated in her heart.

It's the Xu thief again, it's the Xu thief again, why do they only say "Xu thief", but don't say who the "Xu thief" is?

And the dying old man called her ". Son", her most hated title.

With her right hand, she gently touched the dagger at her waist, which was so well hidden that it was hidden in a piece of cloth that no one would find out if she didn't pull it out.

Xu Biao strode towards her, he scolded loudly, with disdain and disdain, but he was defenseless. Come to think of it, such a thin and weak little girl makes him unable to have any defense.

Even if she is the daughter of "Xu Thief", a person who seems to be very important.

"Lao Tzu generally doesn't kill women, but since you are the evil seed of the Xu thief, Lao Tzu can't say that he can't kill on a large scale!" Xu Biao's voice was thick and rough, he spoke angrily, and strode towards him.

"Solve her!" Tiger Lao didn't have any defenses, it seemed that in his opinion, Wang Qiang only had a special identity, and it was impossible to cause any harm to the two of them.

"Qiang'er, go, go!" After the mother said this, there was another violent cough, which was so heavy and painful that anyone could tell that it was the voice of a dying man.

Wang Qiang looked frightened and frightened, she seemed to be frightened, she couldn't get up at all, she just sat on the ground, and slowly moved back, but behind her was the wall, so she was quickly blocked by the wall, so that her efforts to move backwards were all in vain, and it was in vain.

"Hmph, I really don't want to kill such a little girl." Xu Biao said to Hu Lao with a little dissatisfaction, he stretched out his big hand like a pu fan and grabbed Wang Qiang, but Xu Biao's face was still towards Hu Lao, he complained impatiently: "Brother, I am also a famous hero of the three mountains and five lakes, if others know that I do this kind of thing-"

He didn't finish his words, and of course, he never had a chance to say them. Xu Biao watched as Tiger Elder showed a frightened and incredulous expression, and when he sensed that something was wrong and began to turn his head, he only saw a rapid surge of air, with a hint of stale death, flying over his face.

The cold light flashed, extremely beautiful and deadly, this kind of scene does not appear often, but Wang Qiang only needs this flash of beauty.

One knife, only one knife, and she never needed one knife to kill.

More than one knife is equal to death.

A streak of bright red blood rushed out of the cavity due to the effect of blood pressure, and they quickly crossed a red curve in the air like a tidal wave, and then sprayed into the face of the tiger elder with great accuracy.

Tiger Lao squinted involuntarily, and subconsciously wanted to wipe it with his hands.

Another cold light.

Wang Qiang wiped the blood on the dagger with the clothes on the old tiger's body and walked back to her mother.

Mother looked at her masterpiece and smiled, as if she had expected it: "Mother bet right" She stretched out her hand with all her strength, gently holding Wang Qiang's hand, the two hands interlaced with each other, a pair of white as jade, which belonged to her mother, and a pair of withered yellow and calloused were Wang Qiang's.

"You are good, you have not disgraced your father's face," the mother smiled at first, then sobbed softly, as if to express all her fears and fears in this way.

"Mother, you're dying." Wang Qiang never thought that she could talk to her dying mother with such a calm and emotionless attitude, she thought she would cry, she would be furious, and she would collapse, but she found that she was like an outsider, without the slightest sadness and fear.

Was it that she had no sorrow at all, or was it so deep and thick that she did not dare to let go of the floodgates of sorrow, for fear that the tidal wave of sorrow would destroy her?

Wang Qiang didn't know.

"Yes, my mother is dying, it's a pity." Mother's face slowly turned rosy, her hand gradually regained strength, she held Wang Qiang's face with her hand, pressed her forehead against Wang Qiang's forehead, and gently pressed the tip of Wang Qiang's nose with the tip of her nose, she was so hard that Wang Qiang even felt a sharp pain.

But Wang Qiang likes this pain, and this pain allows her to remember her mother's existence.

She even hopes that this pain can last forever.

She was not afraid of pain at all, but she was afraid of the consequences of losing it.

The mother's face was ruddy, and her expression was smart, even more beautiful and moving than before, like a fairy who fell from the sky to the mortal earth. But Wang Qiang knew that this kind of beauty was like the opening of an epiphany, only for a short moment, and then it would immediately wither and decline, and walk towards the Nai He Bridge with endless regret and beauty.

"Do you know, my mother regrets it, I regret that I didn't say a few words to you before, you see, you grew up to fourteen years old, I don't know what kind of boy you like, and I don't know what kind of person you want to marry in the future." The mother's eyes were full of sorrow and sadness, and she seemed to feel that she had not fulfilled her duties as a mother: "My mother is worthy of him, I left him a descendant, but I am sorry for you, are you willing to forgive my mother?" ”

Like? Get married? Forgive?

These three words never seemed to appear in Wang Qiang's world, she only knew how to use a dagger, how to kill a wolf, how not to be discovered by other forest hunters, and she didn't know anything about liking someone, marrying someone, or forgiving someone.

Is it really important to like someone? Isn't it a terrible thing for a mother to fall to such a point because she likes someone, but she doesn't regret it at all?

Wang Qiang admits that in addition to killing people and killing animals, she has many things she can't understand, and this is one of them.

"I don't like men, and I don't want to get married." Wang Qiang said in a puzzled voice: "Are these things very important?" ”

"This is the most precious thing in a woman's life, even if the time is short, even if it is only for a moment, as long as you have ever liked someone and loved someone, you are the happiest woman in the world." The mother closed her eyes slightly, as if she was reminiscing about something extremely precious, this kind of expression Wang Qiang had ever seen, and the big families in the village would also make such expressions when they measured their land and inspected their granaries, but he was very ugly, and the intensity of this "happiness" could not be compared at all.

"But I don't like people." After Wang Qiang said this, she seemed to think that her mother would be disappointed, so she said lightly: "But I like you, does this count?" ”

Wang Qiang felt that she should like her mother, but this kind of liking seemed to be different from the liking between men and women, but with her experience and experience, she really couldn't tell the difference.

The mother's expression was completely bright and brilliant because of her addition: "Qiang'er, do you really, really like your mother?" ”

"I've never hated you." Wang Qiang looked at the corpses of Xu Biao and Hu Lao, and asked softly: "Actually, it's all for me, to cover up my existence, to protect me, right?" ”

Her mother's heart was poked by her, she smiled miserably, and spoke softly in a tone mixed with apology and pride: "My mother has no ability, she was pampered when she was a child, and she didn't know how to make a living, after your father died, she couldn't make a living at all, so she could only do this, and let you be scolded for so long, really, I'm really sorry." ”

"You mean being called a '. Son'? It's okay, I don't like it, but it's better than starving. Wang Qiang's voice has always been faint, even if she said that she had tormented her for a long time, there was still no emotional fluctuation: "You are my mother, and you have given me so much, what can I say?" ”

"But," Wang Qiang's voice rarely carried a hint of emotion: "Please tell me who my biological father is, and who is that 'Xu thief'?" ”

The look in her mother's eyes gradually faded, her breath weakened, and there was endless sorrow and regret in her tone, she gently recited a poem: "The mud comes from the chaos of Qi, and the white lotus is a prosperous event", chanting, her voice turned to a high-pitched with satisfaction, which is different from the satisfaction after sex reaches its peak, but a kind of sigh after the completion of life: "And come to this world to walk once, rolling red dust and forget this life." The sound of Hu Ji in Qingzhou City, he will meet in the Pure Land one day. The word "Feng" at the end is long and long, and then abruptly terminates, like a wooden fish that has been struck for thousands of years, following the bell Sanskrit chant for thousands of years of time and space, and finally ends, with consummation, with satisfaction, and rushing to Nirvana.

The woman died, with her love, with her pride, with all her happiness and sorrow.

Wang Qiang sat on the ground in a daze, her ears still lingering with her mother's last words, the voice so faint that she couldn't even tell if it was an auditory hallucination or a last word that her mother had really left her:

Go, my daughter, leave the past behind and find happiness.

Wang Qiang gently gathered her mother's body, she didn't mean that she couldn't afford a coffin, she just didn't want to buy a coffin, she wanted her mother to die in the most beautiful posture, and she didn't want her mother's body to be bitten by insects and rats, so she decided to let her mother live forever in the flames.

So be it, dear mother, you were born for a few days when you were happy, and this is all to cover my existence, and I can't repay you, so I will give you a ride.

Wang Qiang gently looked at the burning wooden house in front of him, there were four dead people in it, a mother, a Jade Heavenly King, a tiger elder, and a Xu Biao. With the exception of her mother, she thrust the rest of the people with a dagger dozens of times, ensuring that no one could escape by faking their lives.

She is the most perfect hunter, and no one is better at killing people, and no one is more cautious than her.

In this way, four former heroes died in this hut, a woman with peerless elegance, a Jade Heavenly King who survived a hundred battles, a scheming tiger elder, and a high-roller Xu Biao.

She watched the flames burn more and more, and the karmic fire like a red lotus was said to be able to burn away all the sufferings in the world and allow everyone to enter bliss.

Then go happily, and when you get there, don't hate each other anymore, don't hurt each other anymore, why bother in the next life when you've been entangled for a lifetime?

Wang Qiang counted her property, she had a murderous dagger, dozens of taels of broken silver, a few silver tickets that looked very valuable, she didn't know the words on it, but she thought it would be more valuable, and finally there was a dress that was enough to cover her body and enough dry food for her to eat for three days.

That's enough.

Wang Qiang turned around and never looked behind her again, she didn't shed a single tear.

Rose has no tears and no regrets.

From today onwards, there is no such person as Wang Qiang in the world, and her new name is Rose.

A strong and beautiful flower, just like a mother.