In the noisy restaurant, the silhouette is constantly shaking, the shadows of people, dishes, tables and chairs, all kinds of messy things collide together, and there are liquid swirling and splashing, spraying on a thin layer of window cloth. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was a body like a hill, the owner of the body stretched out a pair of palms the size of a pu fan, grabbed the figure next to him, and tore it with a "poof", blood mixed with minced flesh poured on her body, and the white dress was dyed scarlet, she didn't care about this, but walked through the chaotic crowd and looked into the corner of the restaurant.

I know that she is looking at me, before a stick of incense, she looked at me like this, and after a stick of incense, she also looked in this direction, but in her eyes, there were some different emotions, it was not anger, not resentment, but something inexplicable.

I sat in the corner, drinking quietly, and there was a tragic sound of fighting in my ears, and my heart not only did not have the pleasure of revenge, but felt empty.

I know, it's called "Lost," a place I rarely touch.

A long time ago, I was a porter on the docks, a person who made a profit by carrying goods and luggage.

For people like us, having a full stomach is probably the most important thing in life, but I am a little different from them, because I still have a wife and children to support, so naturally I will not be like them, with the intention of feeding the whole family without hunger.

Raising a family was difficult, of course, but when I was 30 years old, I was faced with an opportunity to enjoy the rest of my life, and I seized it without hesitation, but in the end I led myself into the abyss.

This opportunity was brought by a distinguished guest, because the distinguished guest wanted to go to Guiming Island, and if he wanted to go to Guiming Island, he had to pass through the sea area of Bodhi Mountain, and on Bodhi Mountain, according to legend, there was a terrifying demon.

Naturally, there weren't too many ships willing to pass through there, but the dignitary spent a lot of money and bought a merchant ship wrapped in tin sheets.

The merchant ship was bought, but there were no sailors on board, and the distinguished guest was not ambiguous, and directly offered a reward that was difficult to refuse to hire a large number of sailors to go to sea.

Since ancient times, there have always been outlaws, not to mention that under the heavy reward, there will be brave men to come, and naturally, there will be some guys attracted by the reward and board the merchant ship that is destined to be drowned.

I am one of them, the reason is not complicated, after all, it is a person who has been standing for a long time, and in the days to come, his body and energy will gradually decline, and the job of being a porter is destined to be difficult for a long time, because of the family, I want to fight, and in this way, by living by the sea all the year round and being familiar with some factors of the water, I was marked by the noble guest for the sailors of this merchant ship, and also got the coveted honorarium.

On that day, my wife came to see me off with her unsatisfied son, and she asked me to come back early, and I promised her, but after I went to sea with the merchant ship, I never returned.

At the beginning, there was no way to come back, but after there was a way to come back, there was no need to go back.

The boring and long years are enough to erase all the trajectories that have ever existed, including her, him, and it......

The memories of the past thirty years were buried in the ruins of time by the wind and sand, and three thousand years later, the memories of the thirty years are only half a head, preserving the most important things in my life, and the other memories have long been broken and crushed by the demon, and then labeled assimilation.

Because people change.

The so-called red one who is close to Zhu and black one who is close to ink is definitely not a joke. Of course, if you don't get dark enough, it just means that you haven't been close enough.

After a long time of contact with a person known as a demon, the old ingrained ideas will be shattered by a sledgehammer, and then a new wall will be rebuilt.

When the merchant ship was overturned into the sea, my mind was already blank, the cold sea water soaked in my body, the waves were surging, in my memory, it was a big hand like a fan that dragged me out of the sea, I was unconscious for several days, only to wake up and find that I was on an uninhabited island, there was a mountain on that island, the mountain was full of countless Bodhi trees, and I suddenly heard some rumors told by my companions, that on the Bodhi Mountain in the West Sea, there were also Bodhi trees all over the mountains.

On the fourth day after I woke up, I saw with my own eyes the terrifying demon that had been depicted by the storyteller, a huge mountain of meat, but the demon did not seem to have any intention of eating me, but appeared in front of me on time every seven days, and looked at me quietly, with a quiet gaze, and even filled with an inexplicable emotion.

But I never let my guard down, and I still looked at her with hostility, holding a bamboo stick in my palm, even if it was a little insignificant, but it was much better than going against the grain.

In order to survive, I began to learn to hunt, go to the beach to collect shells, weave some simple utensils with branches, and completely live a life of cooking hair and blood.

Living alone on a desert island, all kinds of hardships followed, the most difficult thing was that I couldn't see a little starlight in the night, and I counted the stars I didn't know how many times to spend night after night, if it weren't for it, this night would probably be sleepless.

In the midst of these boring days, the demon still appeared in front of me on time. I sometimes get angry and shout at the demon, "You have the ability to kill me" or something like that, but I'm not afraid that the demon will eat me, and I guess I'm getting fed up with this almost boring life.

But the strange thing is that whenever I start a fire, the demon seems to be a little afraid of me, and she will secretly hide far away, or stand on the top of the mountain, on the sea, or on the branches, and still look at me quietly.

Over time, I may have sensed that she had no ill will towards me, but that was no reason for me not to resent her, and to keep me on this uninhabited island, leaving me and my wife and children apart, was already a grudge in itself.

I still treated her in this way, and until I was fifty-six years old, she rarely appeared in front of me.

Knowing that I am fifty-six years old, of course, I carved a simple symbol on a rock on the island, and counted it carefully, it has been twenty-six years since I came to this island, from the prime of life, to the current old age, and the dark disease has also left various marks on the body, until one day, I slept in a cave at the foot of the mountain, and at night I burned badly, my lips were chapped, and a thin layer of dead skin kept falling off......

I was going to die, and I passed by death, and I vaguely saw the big hand I had seen, and a pair of big eyes that were not pretty.

She reappeared, barely changing, still looking at me with the same strange look, still looking at me with that annoying look.

The thought lasted for about a moment, and then a vague feeling followed, darkness enveloped consciousness from all directions, but a little warm light dispelled it in an instant.

I don't know how long later, after waking up, my mouth was filled with a faint fishy smell, I touched my lips, the dead skin that had fallen off stuck to my fingers, and there was scarlet blood coagulated there, after being slightly stunned for a while, I waved my hand and wiped my jaw, and saw a cuff stained with a solidified scab on the cuffs of animal fur.

The blood is filled with a clear fragrance, naturally it is not its own, then it can only be ......

Someone said that people who have died once probably don't want to die a second time, I don't know what those guys who dance on the death line all year round think, and I don't know what the psychological state of those guys is, I only know that without more than ten times stronger courage than the first time to support me, I probably can't face death calmly.

Driven by a thought, and desperate to leave the deserted island, I began to try to get in touch with the demon, an enemy I once hated.

The process of contact was smooth, because she didn't understand anything, had no name, no origin, and didn't even have a romantic experience.

After some explanation from me, she finally gave herself a name - Meat Bodhi!

Well, very vulgar name.

For a period of time, she bled to me every day, and I resisted the disgust in my heart, and pretended to be extremely happy to learn the allusions in the play, and as time went by, I ate more and more blood, and soon I realized that I was no longer much different from those high-ranking cultivators.

After a long time of familiarity, I gradually discovered another habit of hers, like to ride the wind and waves on the sea, of course, when encountering some unlucky ships, she never hesitated to sink the ships, and I also learned a long time later, when she first left the island, she encountered a merchant ship, thinking that the merchant ship was a "monster", just like an ordinary little girl wow wow and cried!

From then on, I learned about her vindictive nature.

And her heart is not much different from that of a little girl, and the difference is probably because she controls a lot of power.

Born and raised, no one will discipline it, and it will naturally give birth to a freewheeling mind, which is naturally not powerful in ordinary people, but when placed on the body of Meat Bodhi, it can cause unimaginable trouble.

Since the first time Bodhi Mountain was broken into, a group of guys shouted "Demon Removal Guardian Dao", every once in a while, a large number of monks would come to Bodhi Mountain to find her trouble, but she was very powerful, killing all the intruders, and sometimes even going even worse, to harm the natives of some other islands in the surrounding seas.

In this process, I could have tried to correct her, but out of hatred, or some emotions that even I didn't know, I not only did not dissuade her, but encouraged and provoked ...... Even gradually get involved in things that you didn't want to be involved in the first place.

A person's changes always happen unconsciously, and when I noticed all this, my hands were already covered with blood, and perhaps I didn't even think that one day, I would be in the company of the demons that the world calls them, and do something that I once thought was a loss of conscience.

Perhaps the surrounding waters could no longer satisfy her playful temperament, and two months ago, we left Bodhi Mountain and wandered all the way in the West Sea.

At this time, the news of the entrance to the Yellow Springs World has gradually spread all over the West Sea, and she probably won't miss this kind of excitement, especially when I know that her biggest wish is to be famous one day.

As for the reason for this wish, it probably has something to do with her life experience.

Subsequently, we came to the location of the entrance to the Yellow Spring World, Baiyun City in Daluo Prefecture, but not long after coming to Baiyun City, another news spread in the West Sea, and the Great Devil Killing Shengren, who had disappeared for nearly a year, reappeared in the world, and it was very likely that he lived in Baiyun City in Daluo Prefecture, which is the place we are in.

This news made a certain thought in my heart beat uncontrollably, because I knew that Rou Bodhi's greatest wish was to be famous in the world, and killing and killing Shengren was probably the fastest way in the world.

After thinking about it, I told her the news, of course, not to help her, because no matter who the two of them died in the end, it would be an innocuous thing to me, and if Rou Bodhi died at the hands of the other party, maybe my heart would be happier.

After making some simple and crude plans, Rou Bodhi was already planning to kill him, but I overheard a monk talking about the past of killing Shengren, and I don't know why, but some different emotions arose in my heart.

Is it because the mask has been worn for so long that it is difficult to take it off?, I asked myself deeply, and I fell into the sleepless night without the stars.

That night, at a great cost, I found out the traces of the killing of Shengren, and Rou Bodhi ate a full meal, and then said hello to me, so I planned to go to the door.

I stopped her by magic, saying that even if you come to the door like this, even if you kill the other party, no one will know, why not gather a group of people and help you spread some news, so that you will quickly become famous all over the world.

She didn't suspect anything with the flawed excuses, and left the matter to me to deal with as always, I looked at her appearance that had not changed in the slightest over the years, and took a deep breath, but what I thought of was the vague appearance of my wife and children......

The memories of those thirty years have already been submerged in the ground by more than 3,000 years of wind and sand......

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