In this cave, which was originally a snowfield, it was actually full of life, and in the space of less than a large hall, there were countless flowers and trees growing in an orderly manner. He suddenly entered a dream, a small and delicate bamboo house came into view, and the small insects that exuded a bright light flew ethereal, and there was a faint moonlight on the cliff.

He only came to a paradise when he was dying, but he felt reluctant, this place, if it was corrupted by those poisonous insects, what a pity it would be, although the owner here did not know who it was, but it must have taken a lot of effort.

So he didn't want his death to defile this pure land, so he dragged his weak body out of here and fell at the mouth of the cave in the dense forest, he gasped silently, thinking that he didn't know what to live for in his life, and if he died like this, would it also become an ethereal wind, and he would have no branches to rely on in his life.

When he was about to close his eyes, he saw a figure slowly falling from the gap in the top of the mountain, his sleeves like waving white wings, like the white of a seabird's wings when they swept over the waves, and then they swayed for thousands of miles.

When he saw this person, Qinghui was sprinkled all over his body, and when his toes touched the ground, the gloomy and cramped feeling around him suddenly disappeared, and he was like the light itself, so dazzling, and the dust looked at him steadily.

The man stood in front of him, his face behind the gilded mask, so that the crowd could not see his face clearly, but he did have a smile on his face.

"I didn't expect to come here for a long time, hiding in such a hidden place, there is also a small bug breaking in."

He leaned down, lifted the chin of the dust with the handle of the fan, and said, "Who are you?" ”

"As you can see, it's almost a dead man." The hustle and bustle said softly.

"If you don't say it, when you die, you won't even have a monument, but it's quite pitiful."

"Don't bother." The hustle and bustle struggled to squeeze out the words.

"You're so boring." The man took the fan back and smiled, "But if you die like this, my quiet place that I have managed so hard to take care of will be destroyed, and I don't like your death to defile my territory, do you understand?" ”

Dusty lowered his eyes and paused, trying to prop up his body, he dizzily held on to the hilt of the sword, warned himself not to fall, and staggered outside step by step.

He didn't take a few steps before his body suddenly seemed to lose control and fell directly to the ground.

The man held the fan in front of him, waved his sleeves to wash away the rippling dust, and his dusty boots stopped in front of the dust, and said, "For me, your death will bother me, but what bothers me more is the disposal of your corpse." Presumably, if you are sent back like this, Tao Wengong will be crazy, right? ”

Tao Wen is the expression of the Dragon King, his eyes are dark, and he can't hold back the surging blood, "Who are you?" ”

"You're caring about me now." The man said, "Anyway

You're going to die soon, and you know what's the use of my name? ”

"I know my benefactor's name, so I can talk about masturbating before I die." The hustle and bustle seemed to ease up a little strength, and crawled forward with a squirming, and a glimmer of light flashed in the man's eyes, and said, "Now you, but I am a little interested." ”

After he finished speaking, he suddenly felt something squirming under him, and his heart tightened, but he smelled the familiar fragrance again.

Countless branches supported his body, and sent him to the cave as if he were alive, and the hustle and bustle knew that it was a man's spell, and said, "If I die here, will you not be embarrassed?" ”

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, this place is going to be ruined soon." The man said without waves, but he was stunned when he heard the hustle, and the man keenly captured the loss on his face, and said with a smile, "Why do you like it here?" ”

"Yes." Dusty nodded.

The man was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips and said, "Now it's frank." ”

His tail note was slightly raised, as if it were very pleasant, and a branch silently hovered over the man's shoulder, and then burst into a plain white stamen.

"For the sake of your discernment, I'll make an exception to save you today."

The man calmly put the fan away, touched his pulse and frowned slightly, took out a silver needle from his sleeve, and said, "There are worms in the stomach, it should hurt a little, but you can bear it or not, I won't stop." ”

Even with the cold needle, the man still had an unconcealed lightness in his tone, and he kept looking at him, he wondered who the mysterious person who covered his face was, and he suddenly had the urge to find out.

Before he could nod, the needle had already fallen.

The man said that it was a little painful, probably something he had never experienced before, so he said that it was a little painful, but he almost killed the hustle and bustle.

What's more, the man was holding his flesh and bones with a needle for a long time, and at the same time sighed, "Look, this little guy with big shoulders and round waist who eats, if he is roasted on the fire, it will definitely crackle." As he spoke, he clapped his hands as if he thought the decision was wise, and then a blue and white flame erupted above his head.

The hustle and bustle is painful to die and come back to life, but he is busy disemboweling people on the side, and he is busy carefully describing the spectacular scene of flowers in his stomach, the flames above his head crackled, and he fainted and came back to life in pain.

This long torture was no less than peeling off the skin and changing the bones, but the hustle and bustle was really revived by his help, and when he was relieved in one breath, he heard the harsh sound of the rough dignitaries eager to pull out their ears, like the terrible screams of the old bustard.

He looked out the window and saw the man playing the harp with great interest.

If this too

If it's a fuqin.

He clutched his stomach and walked towards the man.

The man heard the footsteps behind him, and he didn't stop, but he still tirelessly tried to pour people's ears with a magic sound, "Are you awake?" ”

After waiting for a while, suddenly the man saw a pair of hands over his shoulders and pressed the strings, and the man was a little helpless, "You disturbed me." ”

Dusty ignored his protests, but gently stroked the strings with his hand, and the man, seeing him so attentive, held his cheeks and watched what Dusty was going to do.

(End of chapter)

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