"Dad, what's wrong with you standing here?" Wen Qian watched his father stand in the corridor and neither spoke nor let go, not understanding what he was going to do.

"I just want to ask what's going on with the toad leg and the photo, don't you want to bully me I can't see it, what are you lifting? It can't be a ghost, right? ”

Mo Dabao watched his children go out very strangely, obviously carrying something in their hands.

"It's true that we are carrying that thing, but the photo refers to the photo we got back from the Mo family's ancestral house, is my mother so simple that if she can really see it, will she be deceived for more than 20 years?"

Ask Orange to understand.,There was a virus in Dad's computer just now.,Even if you want to save the manuscript, you can't save it.,The so-called manuscript is just an excuse.。

"It seems to be right, with your mother's character, you have to tell me a little thing, and it's impossible to hide it from me. Okay, you go early and come back early, what is it like to stay away from home in the middle of the night? ”

Mo Dabao let down his guard after a little pondering, walked between the two brothers and sisters, and when he passed through Maxson's soul, he only felt that a cold feeling on his body seemed to be poured into his back by a cold wind, and the feeling of cool swishing instantly spread throughout his body.

"Is there a ghost here?" Mo Dabao shivered from the cold, looked back at his children, and asked in surprise.

"Or else? Did we carry a sack? ”

Q Orange was so angry by his father's reaction that he was speechless, knowing that two people were carrying heteros and had to cross to find stimulation, how did he write a book with this IQ?

"Carry it away! Don't bring messy things to your home in the future, it's cold. Mo Dabao rubbed his arms and turned into the house, closing the brother and sister out of the door.

"Let's go, we'll be superfluous tonight, let's take care of the Spirit Blade."

Wen Qian heard what his father meant, and now he must be pretending that he is very cold and coquettish with his mother, and he and his sister really have to listen to him tonight and go early to return early before they will be locked out of the door.

The siblings carried Maxson to a roadside flower bed and threw him in to soak up the earth's energy to rejuvenate him.

Ten minutes later, Maxson slowly woke up, sat on the lawn holding the camera with a sad expression, as if he had been greatly wronged, slowly put his hand into the pocket of his clothes attached to the inside of his chest, took out a photo from the pocket, and looked at it gently and sadly.

Q Cheng is a little confused, at this moment, Maxson is like an ordinary infatuated man who misses his wife, and he can't ask for it with his lover, so he can only use photos to relieve the pain of lovesickness.

"Be careful, what happened between him and the Spirit Blade? Although his teeth itched, he still had a little pity when he saw him at this moment. ”

Ask Orange to raise the bronze sword and ask about the care inside the sword, she wants to know more about what happened back then, maybe he is really to blame? After all, everything is two-sided, and only when you know the whole thing can you better judge right and wrong.

"Pathetic? Is your brain squeezed by the door? Will you feel sorry for him? The woman who was imprisoned in the spirit rhino blade was named Zhang Jingyuan, just one of the many captives he had persecuted back then, don't look at his affectionate appearance at this time, according to Jing Maniac, he had to insult and slash a girl who was captured from a refugee camp almost every day during the months when his creative desire was at its strongest, and girls over twenty years old did not want it, just to pursue the beauty of youth that withered and bloomed. ”

Be careful to hear Orange sympathize with Maxson, and disdainfully tell what she heard, it is a mistake that Maxson still exists in the world, if he is not a foreigner, it will be cheaper for him to throw himself into ten thousand ghosts and turn into unconscious scum for the crimes he has committed!

"It's useless for the two of you to argue about anything, he wants to see the Spirit Rhino Blade and wants to put Xiaojing out, what if it is really true love between the parties? We are just bystanders, and we have no right to comment on the fact that we did not participate in the past, but it is not a pity to just look at the photo in his hand and feed him the bronze sword! ”

Wen Qian looked at Wen Cheng and Cheng Cheng and almost quarreled, and compromised and made a more pertinent suggestion.

"Heh, you two haven't seen the Spirit Rhino Blade and you don't know how crazy Jing Madman is! When Mo Shangxin took me to arrest her, I found more than 20 girls under the age of 20 in her lair, and she set a trick, more than 20 people formed a circle, each with a dagger in his hand that could be carved on the back of another person at will. ”

The more he talked, the more excited he became, and he even felt that not seeing each other was God's biggest punishment for them.

"I have a chill in my back to make you say, since Miao Qingyun let him rely on me for a reason, why don't you let them meet? If you send them to the ghost car together, it will be considered an evil that I have caught. ”

Ask Orange to take advantage of the fact that he can control the bronze sword, and be careful not to get out of the sword, with his own little calculation.

"It's rare for you to be so smart, anyway, it's almost time, let's go to the feast courtyard to pick up a leak, maybe Qian Xiu has already caught the person who took the spirit rhino blade."

Qian Qian agreed to ask Cheng's words, and reached out to snatch the photo from Maxson's hand, attracting his attention and making him look at himself.

"Hey, do you want to see your wife? If you want to meet, come with us and let you get together once, but after you meet, you will go to the Yin Si to report together and atone for the evil deeds you have done! ”

"Good! Good! As long as I can see Xiaojing, I can accept whatever you say. ”

As soon as Maxson heard that he could meet Xiaojing again, he immediately got up from the ground and was ready to leave with his brother and sister, but his eyes never left the photo in Wen Qian's hand, and the meaning was already obvious, that is, he wanted Wen Qian to return the photo to him.

Wen Qian looked down at the photo, which was a young and handsome Maxson in a dress, with a head lying on his shoulder in his arms and a woman with his back to the camera, and on the back of the woman was a flesh-carved phoenix that had just been completed and was still dripping blood.

The phoenix's head hangs slightly, the phoenix's neck extends to the woman's neck, and the large feathers are depicted vividly, as if there is really a phoenix that has been reborn in Nirvana and wants to break free from the woman's back and rise into the air.

Wen Qian was fascinated by it for a while, no wonder Maxson would never forget her, even if it was a black and white photo, he could feel the beauty of this phoenix's nirvana.

"Brother? What are you in a daze? Let's go, I don't have a mobile phone, I want you to do all the things that go to the feast by sharing bicycle navigation, and we will arrive at the place early with your daze. ”

Wen Cheng reached out and shook Wen Qian's arm to remind him that it was time to get down to business.

"Ask Orange, if these bullied girls are voluntary, then isn't his work a work of art?"

Wen Qian was attracted by this phoenix for a while, and for a moment felt that Maxson was likely to have obtained the consent of the girls before he started the creation.

"I'm afraid I can't appreciate such a bloody work of art. The body is skinned, the parents are affected, our thinking is conservative, and the girls of that era will never agree with the invaders to leave the imprint of the times in such a cruel way on themselves! ”

Wen Cheng denied Qian Qian's speculation, and glanced at the photo in Wen Qian's hand, no matter how beautiful the poignant art of pain is, it is also at the expense of one girl after another, recording the scars under the crushing of the iron hooves of aggression.

"You didn't live in that era, how do you know that they didn't do it voluntarily? I can tell you responsibly that every photo I have in my hand, every girl I record is a gift I received, and all of them were sold to the Neon Army by their own parents, and their parents are really cruel compared to my cruelty! ”

When Maxson heard that Qian Qian was talking for him, he immediately straightened his face and spoke Mandarin with a strange accent that was not standard, and rebuked Wen Cheng's point of view.

"In the year of war, I can't help ......myself," Wen Qian sighed slightly, handed back the photo in his hand to Maxson, and pulled Wen Cheng to the shared bicycle on the side of the road; Maxson followed them, happy that he would soon see Xiaojing.