The sound of rolling continued, and in the next moment it was enough to destroy the city.

Suddenly, a violent wind roared, Wen Zhen and those who intercepted looked up in unison, and saw the blue light and shadow in the sky suddenly piercing the clouds and smashing down, like another cold moon crashing on the wall of the front yard.

Suddenly it cracked.

The sound of the impact of heavy iron weapons made people's ears roar and numb, for a period of time the sky and the earth were silent, and in the silent night, Chinese Zhen saw that the wall burst out of countless black iron fragments, and at the same time, a heavy hammer fell to the ground and smashed out of the deep pit, the people intercepted by the wall in the front yard avoided one after another, and some people could not dodge and were injured, and a little farther away, the figure with wide robes and big sleeves, like a projectile, had been ejected into the depths of the sky.

This person really reacted quickly, others were still escaping, and he was still in a daze, he had already given up immediately and fled first.

At the same time, the sound of shouting and killing rolled like a tide, and the sound was majestic, enough to count in the thousands.

The state army arrived.

Wen Zhen only felt that the strings in his mind and his whole body were broken in an instant.

The blue sky above his head and the weakness and pain that he had endured for a long time all rushed over him at this moment.

She fell.

……

The world seems to have become two substances, one is fire and the other is ice. And she kept rising and falling between the two, or crying out in the fire, or suffocating in the ice. This tormented pain made her hate to be freed from this, and fell into a slumber of eternal peace, only occasionally between ice and fire, the earthly noise and faint cries, always made her heart move, as if there was still a concern, it was difficult to leave behind.

……

I don't know how long it took, she had some consciousness in the heat and cold, she could hear that there seemed to be a lot of people around her, coming and going, hurrying steps, and some people talking, but the voice was like turbulence in the water waves, far and near, only felt the anxiety of the tone, and her consciousness was also far and near, and she couldn't capture all this information completely, only vaguely thought, what about the child, why can't I hear the child's cry? What's wrong with me? Is it a long time ago? I...... Am I not good...... If I'm really bad...... Will Yan Sui be sad? What is he doing now......

……

One step at a time, one kneel at a time.

The temperature becomes higher imperceptibly. From early spring to mid-spring, and then from early summer to midsummer, the sound of cicadas chirps wildly at a certain moment, and the sound is like a hacksaw that cuts people's brains, and some people roll down with their heads in their hands; The clouds were suddenly very low, the air seemed to be full of moisture, and it was about to rain to fall, and the heat and low pressure seemed to tie people's throats, and some people fell down with their throats. Pale golden lightning faintly pierced through the black-purple clouds, and suddenly a thunderstorm and a torrential rain whipped down.

This rain is really invisible and unimaginable in the normal world, accompanied by tornadoes and scorching lightning, a person was rolled up in a flash, and the person screamed miserably and disappeared in an instant, and the electric light slammed into a step in front of Yan Sui, and immediately a charred corpse rolled down at his feet silently.

And the rainstorm is like pouring down from the sky, the moment it falls, everyone is soaked from head to toe, covered with muddy water, the rain is flowing down the face, the eyes can't be opened, the steps become wet and slippery, people can't stop rolling down, at this time it has been more than 3,000 levels, the sun has passed more than a day, the physical strength is exhausted, tossed off by the spring disaster, the full head is less than half, this way rolled down, and brought down a lot.

Summer represents a changeable climate, with rain and wind, hot thunderstorms, and floods.

Yan Sui's clothes and ornaments have always been gorgeous and neat, that is, in the hot Pugan, it is also a silk robe from head to toe, at this moment it is wet and close to the body, showing the beautiful and smooth lines of the whole body, wide shoulders, thin waist and long legs, and the black hair is soaked, lining the face is snow-white, and when the face is slightly raised, it is more shocking.

This kind of rain is not far from the rain after Wuhai blew up the wedding boat that year.

I remember when he threw himself down from the mast, and she stood on the boat and looked up in a panic, and at that moment her eyes were wide open, full of his shadow reflected.

She must have thought she was trying to kill herself, and she had a frightened look on her face.

However, at that time, he just wanted to see if she would worry about him, and he also wanted to see that her eyes were full of only his own shadow.

I did look at it, but now that I think about it, I regret it a little.

It scared her, in that critical moment.

He was always not delicate enough for her.

His forehead touched the back of his hand, and he suddenly heard a faint movement, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that the feet of the man in front of him were gone, and a dark figure slipped silently through the torrential rain, and his mouth was still vaguely holding half a pale heel.

The soaked robe that was sticking to his body moved slightly, and another black shadow took advantage of the lightning storm to mix in the muddy water.

It was a sinister pig dragon staring at this chic and arrogant prey.

In the next moment, its big mouth opened, and its sharp teeth were sharp, towards Yan Sui's legs.

However, before the sharp teeth could bite, a pale and slender hand reached out, and with a lightning claw, it fell and slammed, and the huge body of the pig dragon fell on the steps and the rain splashed, and then the iron pincer-like hand slashed into the top of its head, and the sharp pain made the pig dragon shake its head desperately, but could not break free from the terrible hand.

Another black shadow flashed, and from the other side of Yan Sui, he planned to sneak attack, to rescue his companion under the cover of this rainstorm and lightning, but it suffered the same fate, Yan Sui's other hand reached over ghostly, and also grabbed it.

Then he grabbed one in one hand, looked left and right with satisfaction because of symmetry, and with a strong finger, and with a bang, the head of the pig dragon on the left hit the ground, as if he was kowtowing to him.

"Tang Wu, yes, very pious."

"Boom." With another sound, the head of the pig dragon on the right was also pressed heavily on the ground, and it was a loud head.

"Yan Wu, yes, filial piety."

……

People still come and go, just like the light of the day is dark and bright, she is still suffering in dire straits, she can occasionally hear Jun Moxiao's crying, Mrs. Zhang's angry scolding, Cai Sang's whimpering, and then there is the cry of the child, it seems that someone is obstructing the child to come, and then Cai Sang cried and said, "Little master, come and call your mother, call your mother back!" Jun Moxiao's voice choked, "Let the child accompany her...... Let the child accompany her! ”

She thought in a trance, it looks really bad, and she is counting on the doll to cry about her. Poor child, I haven't drunk a sip of her milk so far...... It's really unwilling, I haven't lived to twenty, I haven't found a dead friend yet, I haven't grown old with Yan Sui, and I haven't ...... yet

A glimmer of light suddenly appeared in front of her, brighter and brighter, brighter and brighter, and the child's cry and the whimpering sound of friends and friends gradually disappeared, and the pain around her body gradually disappeared with the progress of the steps, she happily and lightly chased the light, but vaguely heard the sound of banging behind her, one sound, another sound, thrilling, she looked back, but could not see behind her, only to see the thick fog rolling, faintly jade steps thousand layers, wind and frost, after the wind and frost faintly slender figure, calling a cake and staying......

……

One step at a time, one kneel at a time.

I don't know when the hot air is receding, the wind is getting colder, and the green leaves are slowly turning yellow, and the branches are falling away.

The fruit on the tree was faithfully recording the time, from green to red to yellow, falling heavily on the branches, at this time everyone was already at the four or five thousand levels, two days and two nights passed, hunger and lack of water and torture along the way, so that the people in the sparse team could not help but stare at the fruit.

As if to understand the desire in everyone's hearts, suddenly a ripe fruit fell, very heavy, bursting on the ground is a puddle of slurry water, exuding a rich sweet smell.

On the way to kowtow, they couldn't eat or drink, and everyone didn't move, but someone couldn't help but close their eyes and quietly lick the rich and overflowing juice on the tip of their tongues when they knelt down.

Then there was a heart-rending scream, and the people above and below him watched in horror as his bones rolled down, his face rotting like the fruit.

There are countless rich and beautiful temptations in this world, and only those who resist live deserve to obtain.

The rest of the people continued to walk, but the forehead was already bruised, the knees were already swollen, every step was like a thousand pounds, the mountain wind sometimes suddenly became hot, not much more than summer, the autumn sun burned people's skin, the air was so dry that the sound seemed to rub fire, the throat was as painful as if it had been ground by sandpaper, the murmuring of the praise was much lower, and the next moment the fine hail particles, in the blink of an eye, paved a step, and when I knelt down, it hurt my heart; It was a cold wave in autumn, between a hot and a cold, there were countless people who were light-headed, and suddenly the autumn wind rose again, a place was silver, and a thin layer of ice rose on the ground.

Autumn is the abundance of the four seasons. Everything is ripe, the autumn sun is dry, the cold waves and frosts are frosty, and the climate is changeable.

The soaked robe on Yan Sui's body had dried up, and a thin layer of frost had condensed, the pale gold was shining with silver light, and the whole person looked more illusory and blurry, but a pair of eyes were more sober.

The fruit fell more and more in front of him, the aroma was more tempting, and his throat was burning like a fire, but before he knelt down, he turned away the fruit that was about to fall in front of him.

Don't get dirty on my way forward.

The temptation of all things in this world is no longer a temptation for him, he has the purest and most beautiful sweet spring in the world, and the weak water is three thousand, only taking her scoop.

Those fruits are so round, a bit like the rice balls that two people ate when they met head to head in the kitchen of the small courtyard in Changchuan that night.

The yellow leaves are falling, the color is brilliant gold, and it is a bit like the fallen leaves of the four seasons trees in the mountains.

The portrait was sent back to the palace, and Concubine De once came to see it somehow, and she liked the chic leaves so much that she asked someone to go to the mountain to find the leaves of the four seasons.

When he found out, he ordered someone to stay in the mountain, cut down all the four season trees, and left only a batch of seeds, which will only be secretly transplanted in the Qianqiu Valley in the future.

Only give her uniqueness, and there is no room for imitation and tracing.

Neither can my mother.

The wish I made to the rice balls, I don't know when it will come true, I have been fighting the tide and waves in my life, struggling endlessly, I want the huge waves to look back and there will be a boat waiting for me, I want to pass through the thorn bushes without hurting the sky and enjoy it for a long time, all of which are so carved that the light that flutters after the fog of the sacred mountain, I don't know when it can be touched.

So if you can do everything for her, you will do it with all your might, and you can't seek and divide.

Cake, you have laid a knife and fork for me before the meal, pulled the hem of the robe, cooked day and night, and even planned the life and death of this royal family, and the court.

And I seem to be full of glory, but in fact, I am alone, what I can give you is just above this ten thousand steps, step by step, I hope that what you will see for the rest of your life after this is the abundance and beauty of autumn; May the rest of your life be fruitful.

May you stay away from the dark abyss, remember the red dust for a hundred years, and look back before saying goodbye, and see my thoughts in this life.

Kneel down with your palms on the ground and your forehead touching the back of your hands once, twice, three times...... Rise.

Six thousand one hundred and twelve.

……

…… She stopped, dazed, trying to open her eyes wide, but she couldn't see what the person was doing, only vaguely fell together, a movement was repeated, obviously forward, but she never saw him arrive in front of her, she looked back, the glimmer of light was still there, and there was a faint breeze and the fragrance of flowers sent into her nose, every wisp was temptation, she wanted to run over, but somehow she couldn't move her steps.

The thick fog rolled up, the cold air seeped in, the scene suddenly changed at the end of the dense fog, as if from autumn to winter, the snowflakes were as big as a mat, the ice ridges were as long as swords, the cold wind roared, the ice cave was everywhere, the person still repeated that action in the wind and snow, his steps were difficult, the figure became more and more blurred, the stone steps he passed, faintly left a faint red trace, she didn't know why her heart was sad, and suddenly burst into tears.

Suddenly, a chaotic sound of footsteps came into her ears, this was the first time that the sound of reality in this period of time woke her up, she felt that someone was hurriedly invited in, and then she was helped up, something was stuffed into her lips, and immediately turned into a slightly bitter and cool liquid into her lungs, where the liquid passed, the pain, heat and cold dissipated a lot, and she vaguely heard Jun Moxiao's ecstatic voice: "...... The pulse is much better! Thanks to His Highness, who ordered you to send medicine thousands of miles! ”

She thought in a daze, Yan Sui sent someone to deliver medicine? Did you send that treasure medicine back? This is terrible, how important is this medicine to Yan Sui, and Chinese didn't secretly use it for him at the first time? So how is Yan Sui now? He ran out of medicine, and what would he do if Pugan couldn't find it again? But hopefully, he will not give up any chance for Pugan to find medicine......

……

As soon as I looked up, there were only four or five people left in the team that was winding like a long snake.

There is a barefoot monk who has been practicing penance all year round, there is an exotic man with a beard and blue eyes, there is a strange man who is like wood and iron and does not distinguish between men and women, there is a masked woman with a body like a snake and deep eyes, and the rest is him.

Everyone looked embarrassed, disorganized, smoky, and scarred on their exposed skin.

Everyone's expression was very solemn, because everyone knew that winter is the harshest season of the four seasons.

In the blink of an eye, the golden wind of autumn was mixed with fine snow particles, then turned into snow flakes, snowflakes, and finally turned into a snow block the size of a millstone, which smashed on people's faces.

The wind roared out of hell, rushing in all directions, pulling people in all directions, and the originally slippery steps were covered with thick ice in a blink of an eye, and you can slide down on your knees, and the palms of your hands stick to it, and the chill goes straight to the bottom of the blood, but you don't have to worry about the skin being sticky, because the skin has long been out of heat, colder than the ice and snow.

The fog near the top of the mountain became thicker and thicker, almost unable to see his fingers, and the ground was suddenly no longer the eternal step-by-step step, Yan Sui suddenly heard an extremely subtle sound of cracking ice, and the sound of stepping on the ice under his feet was also inseparable, but the intuition that had been weathered for a long time made him subconsciously float up, and the next moment the bearded man behind him fell on his knees, and then a trombone, the sound echoed in the hollow - it seemed to have fallen into a deep place.

When Yan Sui turned around again, he saw that the steps behind him had disappeared for some time, and there was an ice hole on the ground, and the mist quickly gathered again, covering the hole, as if it had never swallowed a person.

The wind and snow are becoming more and more violent, rolling the world into chaos, the whole mountain seems to be roaring, roaring, laughing at the greed of the common people, and the ant-like human beings also dare to think about the wealth and glory of this world, lucky and immortal, from time to time in the wind and snow, a huge shadow flashed, and suddenly there was a bang, the masked woman with a graceful body did not know what was hit by something in the wind and snow, and actually flew high for several feet, hitting the cliff, and after a while, on the cliff and snow, dragging a few dripping blood slowly falling.

The giant thing that collided with her also fell, but it was the corpse of a frozen beast.

And further up, almost every step of the way, you have to fight against this hurricane, against blizzard, against ice, against ice caves that appear everywhere at any time, and against all kinds of frozen corpses.

Each step requires several times more strength than in previous seasons.

After days and nights of tribulation.

The sky seemed to be still on the other side of the universe, and there was only endless snow left on the top of this mountain, and there was a roar like a man and beast in the snow, and a huge white shadow flashed, and the strange man who was as good as wood and iron was taken away by a giant palm, brought to the edge of the cliff, and then thrown down.

Winter, the end of the four seasons. The cold wind and cold snow cover thousands of miles, all kinds of beasts are harmed, and snowmen are raging.

The silk robe on Yan Sui's body has been baptized by heavy rain and abused by autumn frost, and now it is covered with winter snow, and it has become hard and hard, and it is like a golden ice cube, shining with a more heart-chilling light.

His steps slowed down, his knees moving mechanically like a machine, his skin and blood seemed to be stuffed into the ice and snow, and every movement was difficult.

The trousers on his knees had long been worn out, and a patch of blood was dripping, and then they were frozen, covered with blood, stained with mud, soaked in water, and then frozen, and had long since become something of unknown color and substance, and then when he knelt down, he shattered piece by piece on the steps.

On every step behind him, there were such blood marks, long one, winding down.

For the first time in my life, I understood what it meant to be "like I wasn't my own".

However, kneel down, put your palms on the ground, touch the back of your hands with your forehead, bow three times, and get up again.

Still meticulous.

for it is a devotion to her.

At the beginning, under the cliff, she was unconscious, she dragged herself for a few days and nights, and she had to avoid the recourse of the Tang family and the Yi family.

Her thin shoulders had been worn by the rope that dragged the stretcher.

Her feet, which have been trekking in the snow for a long time, have they also been frozen and white and covered with chilblains?

She was still scared at that time, afraid that she would not wake up, afraid of the unknown future, but finally she woke up, and the moment Xitang took her hand, she just turned her head sideways and smiled.

Those hardships and hardships, torments and anxieties, all dissipated in the corners of the crooked eyes.

A huge white shadow flashed in the wind and snow.

Suddenly an ice hole appeared under his knee.

A large mass of huge objects was swept up by a blizzard, and I don't know which unlucky mountain king's corpse it is.

On the stone steps ahead, a large ice edge stood up like clusters of ice arrows.

Ahead, the only surviving companion, the barefoot monk, closed his eyes and muttered the Buddha's name.

The people who can get to this point are all strongmen, but those few can't resist even a single attack, and this one has met all the killers.

May he die in bliss.

In the wind and snow, Yan Sui opened his eyes.

Fall down.

Right on the side of the ice hole.

With his hand, he grabbed the corpse of the unlucky mountain king.

With a horizontal slash, it sounded like a metal clash of metals, and the hard corpse scraped the large ice edge.

Then he erected the body of the king of the mountain and held it in front of him like a stone tablet.

The shadow of the snowman just scratched, and the fan-like palm was empty, but it was tripped by the suddenly erected tiger corpse, leaned forward, and the mountain-like shadow fell to Yan Sui, at this time a hand stretched out, resisted its belly, swirled its fist, and the body slid like a fish, and the next moment the huge snowman was planted in the ice hole.

It's all just a matter of moments.

It's just that the snowman is really fierce, and before being planted in, he finally slapped the slap out and slapped him in the heart.

Yan Sui popped, and a mouthful of bright blood sprayed into the snowman's heart, as if drawing a burning heart for it.

After all, his physical strength was exhausted, his body was stiff, and his reaction was much slower.

However, the last trick is to steal her stunts.

After a while, the snowman became a snowman frozen in the snow.

The monk's call to the Buddha is not over.

Yan Sui looked back and looked at the huge figure, it seemed to be a human being, with snow-white long hair all over its body, it should have been the place of the eyes, but there was only a squinting line left, this thing should not have appeared here in Pugan, perhaps, this place is no longer Pugan.

These four seasons should not belong to Pugan, but this human weather is extreme, and it is instantly carried by the great supernatural powers.

He tilted his head to see the white of the snow, and suddenly remembered that the snow in Changchuan was also very heavy that year, and in that temporary garden, she had cooperated with him to build a real snowman.

It is a snowman Yan Sui who picks plum blossoms.

He smiled slightly, slowly climbed up, and lifted the snow giant's arm, and the orchid finger cocked, in the direction of the east hall in his heart.

Above this high heaven, the place of the reincarnation of the four seasons, at the end of the last steps of the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps, before the door that the gods are said to have opened.

Build another snowman for you.

What I wanted to pick was not the most beautiful plum blossom on the highest branch in the garden that winter.

But it came from the sky, descended from the clouds, fell in front of my eyes, and sank into the deepest part of my heart, the eternal red coral.

Kneel down with your palms on the ground and your forehead touching the back of your hands once, twice, three times...... Rise.

Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine times.

My cake, may all the wind, frost, rain and snow you will suffer in your life be borne by me at this moment.

……

…… She still hasn't woken up, and she has heard people sigh and talk about it when she occasionally wakes up, saying that the medicine is not made for her after all, and it is not the right symptom, but it only alleviates some of her symptoms, but since she came to Huzhou, she has consumed too much mental energy, and she has been strained too much during childbirth, which is a fundamental injury after all.

It is also said that she may not be killed, but I am afraid that she will not wake up for a long time, the noisy footsteps gradually decrease, and the footsteps of people gradually become cautious and slight, as if she has accepted such a sentence, her room is lit with a calming aroma, the child is held by her side to sleep with her, and Mo Xiao will read for her every day.

Her dreams became peaceful and peaceful, the fog was still there, the people behind the fog were still there, she no longer tried to go to the light, she stayed in the middle of the road, just wanted to see what the person behind the fog was doing, suddenly one day a gust of wind swept in, and the fog dispersed......

……

The stone door of the cave is suddenly opened.

As soon as the wind and snow are collected, the clouds and mist disperse, the ice and snow melt, and turn into a clear spring stone.

The snow-turned cliff exposed the iron-black stone surface, and then gave birth to pale green moss, the moss gradually moistened and full turned to bright green, and then slowly turned into a light brownish yellow, and then peeled off piece by piece, but the peeling cliff wall was no longer iron-black, but a kind of jade-like non-jade-like stone non-stone white, slightly flashing purple light.

The four seasons pass in a flash.

The wind and snow were swept away by the flowing clouds in the sky in a strange and slow manner, but they did not disappear immediately, and turned into rain and fog under the clouds, and finally became a thick purple gas, covering the sky and the earth.

The crystal-like stone steps continue to gurgle down the clear springs, where those springs pass, everything recovers, insects and ants retreat, the grass sprouts everywhere, withers and decays, and then sprouts and finally turns white, the flowers everywhere bloom and bear fruit, the fruits fall and the fruits are shriveled and finally flash with purple light, the stiff beast corpse stretches its body, a lazy waist roars into the mountain forest, but the snowman turns into the breeze and disappears.

The clear spring swept over the corners of the robe, the silk robe was as smooth as new, but the scars around the body were still there.

The steps were gone, and in front of me was a path of flowers and plants, and the white grass-purple flowers that had just grown were like a long carpet of purple flowers on a white background, leading to a half-open door at the end.

There were only two people left in front of the door, the barefoot monk and Yan Sui.

The two of them didn't look at each other, they walked on the flower road left and right, and the feeling under their feet was still hard, those flowers and grasses seemed to be no longer human objects at this moment, separated from the world and mountains and seas, swaying in another space.

The door is open, walking through the cycle of the four seasons, knocking over the 10,000-step stone steps, and there is a wish waiting.

There was still a fog inside the door, and there was no imaginary fairyland or temple, only at the end of the fog, you could vaguely see the tall round tower with a spiral top inlaid with huge gems, and the snow-white columns carved with strange totems that could not reach the edge.

The gemstones are huge, colorful and shining, shining on the broad green leaves of the coconut palm.

There is a faint exotic Sanskrit chanting, I don't know how far or near it is.

At this moment, it was as if I was back in Pugan.

The mist was illuminated by the gems, and two heart lamps were floating in the air, which had been lit.

Yan Sui suddenly heard a voice in her heart ask, "Stranger, what do you want?" ”

He also asked in his heart, "Don't you know?" ”

I don't know, it's in vain, then I have to demolish this temple, and the gem will be brought back to the cake for compensation.

The voice in his heart seemed to be silent for a while, and then said: "What you want is not the same as what you want." ”

A small platform suddenly appeared in front of Yan Sui's eyes, and there was a jade pond on the platform, and in the jade pond was an obsidian-like glittering black water, and there was a snow-white rhizome in it.

He knew that it was Wotai, that is, the weirdest medicine in that prescription, which almost no one had ever heard of, known as "God's gift".

The voice in my heart suddenly became soft, full of temptation, "Look, that's what you really need, isn't it?" This is a treasure worthy of you kneeling down step by step and going up the mountain to ask for it, isn't it? I know that's what you want, I've got it ready for you, take it, take it......"

Before he could answer, the jade pool floated up and automatically stuffed it into his hand.

Yan Sui didn't move.

Seeing that the thing was about to be stuffed into his hand, the sound of Sanskrit singing in the distance became more and more leisurely.

Yan Sui suddenly withdrew his hand.

The jade pond fell to the ground and shattered with a thud, and the snow-white rhizome rolled into the mud and landed at the feet of the barefoot monk.

The voice in my heart changed: "You don't want it?" Why don't you?

Yan Sui: "Are you sick?" When did I say I wanted this? ”

“……”

The voice was a little angry, "That's what you want!" ”

Yan Sui: "I have the final say on what I want!" Where do you mess around like a god? Peeping into people's privacy, clever words, tempting stumbling, leading people to fall, and the suffering of the four seasons on the long road, countless deaths and injuries, you are really a merciful God? You're actually the demon in the legend of Pugan who needs human life and evil thoughts to sacrifice, right? Hurry up, I don't have time to talk to you, I have to give it quickly, otherwise I will demolish your temple, take your gems, find out the evidence that you are a demon, and go back and tell the people of Pugan who have been fooled by you that you have scattered your offerings for generations! ”

“……”

You've just fallen in love with that gem like no other, right?

I don't know how long I was silent, but the angry and corrupt tone was collected again, and I changed back to the tone of the kind god, and said very kindly: "All living beings are my sons." Get down on your knees and make you a wish. ”

Yan Sui: "My father is in the East Hall." Don't knock anymore. Enough knocking. ”

“……”

What to do if you're going to be grumpy again.

"How can you make a wish without falling on your knees."

"Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, this number is good, neat, and cannot be added."

“……”

The barefoot monk was one step slower than Yan Sui, quietly waiting for Yan Sui to fulfill his wish first, seeing that he was motionless, but the expression on his face changed back and forth, as if he was talking to himself, but his face was calm and slightly ridiculed for a while, and his face was changeable for a while, and it was like a person talking to many people, and he felt strange for no reason, and couldn't help but take several steps back.

There was silence for a while, and the voice finally sighed and said in a low voice: "After all, there is a fate, but I hope that I will have a good fate today, and Pugan will be able to take care of you in the future......"

Yan Sui: "Hmm. ”

"Make a wish."

Yan Sui raised his head and stared at the heart lamp that belonged to him, the fireworks of the Pugan Temple shone on the evergreen coconut trees, at the foot of this sacred mountain, thousands of people bowed their heads in the mud and murmured, begging for the ethereal ethereal above the sky to echo their own ambitions, but they didn't know that the real god was themselves, only in their hearts.

And his heart was only given to the woman, before he met her, he saw that the world was pale, and after meeting her, his life became a picture scroll, and since then all his thoughts and dreams have been engraved with her name, and his knees are only stained with the dust of prayer and hope for her.

I hope she can be truly comfortable.

He stretched out his hand, and the heart lamp floated towards him, flashing in his palm, like smiling eyes.

"I wish her eternal success and peace."

"I hope she can survive all disasters and dangers, and there will always be spring flowers in the corners of life."

"I hope that she will not have to be with me in this life and in the next life, but she will always be with luck."

"I wish all these wishes to come to her and all that belongs to her at this moment."

"I would ...... She was painless and disaster-free, and the child was born smoothly. ”

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……………………………………………………………………… endure the pain and put more words, and write until Yan Sui made a wish. Those unspoken thoughts, indescribable vows, are only understood by the world at the last moment.

At this moment, if I don't ask for a monthly ticket for Yan Sui, I feel sorry for him, sigh.

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