Bai Wuchang and Black Impermanence are also missing today, and Lu Juan is not nearby. I copied the sutras in my room, and then I went to sleep. I can't sleep, it's cold. The chill hit, and I still shivered again under the quilt.

I wondered if my catastrophe was coming, and then I thought it would be okay to carry it.

I was still cold and tried to call people, but as soon as I opened my mouth, I despaired, because I had ordered them to retreat earlier, and now it seemed that I was really alone.

I tried to wave my hand to conjure up a pile of charcoal fire, but I found that it was useless to swing back and forth, and my spell was gone.

I thought about a lot of things, from the fun I had when I was a child to the various things I have experienced now, I think of the butterflies I caught, I think of the tiger I met, I think of the dumplings made by my grandfather, I think of the melodious sound of the piano, I think of the fierce competition, I think of the tricks, and the amazing stories told by the storyteller, and I think of my unfinished promises......

I'm lying on a pillow, and I'm different from others. Everyone was looking forward to sitting back and relaxing, so even the pillow was made high and hard, and I had vanilla in my pillow, which was a little lower than usual. I even have to sleep how I want to sleep, and I want to be comfortable.

I curled up in the quilt, rolling back and forth, and heard the rustle of vanilla in the pillow from the weight of my head, which used to be crisp and pleasant, but now it was like hearing the wind blowing through the treetops, and I felt even colder.

I shuddered, waited, waited, and finally waited for someone, but they told me: Ah Di, your Buddhist scriptures have not been handed in for many days, and the heavenly court really can't prevaricate, and if you don't pay it, you will be punished.

I wanted to speak but couldn't, and I watched in despair as Xian'e left a few lines of delicate small characters on the white paper on the table, and left.

She glanced at me, thinking I was asleep.

I thought to myself that this is probably the death of the world, and the hearts of the dead are like mirrors: no, I am going to die.

But others can't see it.

I swear: When I live, I will be with people in the future

, or the kind that doesn't leave the body in three steps.

Those immortals who don't know the warmth and coldness don't know my body temperature at the moment, and I think I should be in the same nature as the ice bed at the moment.

How I longed to see that boy at this moment.

In the blur of vision, before consciousness dissipated, the young man slowly walked towards me.

Maybe it's an illusion before death.

I suddenly felt a knife in my heart in the middle of my heart, and it hurt, but I couldn't make a sound and didn't have the strength to resist.

When I woke up again, I realized that someone was trying to kill me. The person in his position does not want to be bound, the person who is not in his position is willing to be bound, and he who wants to leave is inseparable, what is good about the gods, to put it bluntly, he is an immortal monster.

Everything in the world is not up to anyone.

Next to the bed was Lu Ju sitting there, peeling oranges. He brought a fruit bowl with a lot of oranges and their peels.

He sat on a stool, right in front of me, and when he saw me wake up, he stuffed a flap into me, and I chewed it blankly, and I could feel a dull pain in my heart.

He said, "The thief is stupid, his heart is too soft, and he does something bad." The knife is stuck in your heart, and you can't bear it. Hahaha......

I scolded angrily: You pervert, you have no sympathy at all.

I felt my heart start to hurt again, as if the scar on my heart had cracked, and then I took a deep breath, lowered my voice and said with a smile: I said how I felt that the man had pulled out the knife again. It turned out that he planned to stab me twice.

He was still laughing: he gritted his teeth and stomped at you with the knife, but the knife froze the moment it touched his heart.

Then I reached for the orange. He put the peeled orange in my hand and replaced the unpeeled one.

He said proudly, "How is it, the mortal world has just been enshrined." ”

"Sour and delicious, quench thirst and moisten the throat." I asked again, "When is this?"

"The first day of the new year has passed."

I smiled, "I'm safe." ”

As soon as the year passed, he was a year older.

He smiled too: yes.

The smile is pretentiously relaxed. Nine deaths and one life, life can only understand something at the moment when it is closest to death, if tomorrow I can't see what I can see every day, then what will I cherish?

It's not easy to live, so when I was a child, I witnessed how my father and mother died in front of me, and the charred corpse dissipated like weathering when I touched it, and I couldn't catch it.

In fact, I was afraid, and I was also afraid that a few thunderbolts would cut me into darkness during the catastrophe, and there would be no me again.

I ate a clove of oranges and put the rest on a plate and asked, "Are you afraid of death?" ”

He picked up my orange and smiled very frankly: what are you afraid of, whether it is a blessing or a curse, and you can't avoid it. I admire Lao Tzu very much.

I wondered: you never fought for it?

He was silent for a moment, then continued: just appreciation.

"I'll tell you to celebrate the New Year, but after a good night's sleep, it's next year." He shrugged.

Suddenly, another fairy came to urge me to transcribe the Buddhist scriptures. Xiao Xian'e has an outstanding figure, and her face is far worse than that of Huan'er. After all, it was from the heavenly realm, and I couldn't help but stare out of my mind.

Lu Juan said coldly: Get out.