Chapter 149: Gray willow red snow

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"Brother, if you can't do this, grandma will talk about you again. ”

"Brother, you can't do this, you have to go back and beat up Uncle Bald. ”

It seems like a long time ago, this period of time is too difficult, so difficult that even time can't bear to stop, and it seems like twelve or ten years have passed in a hurry.

That's what Xiao Lian often says, she always thinks that she has grown up, and she always thinks that she is taking care of her brother.

Xia He also seemed to be used to her care.

It's just that when such a similar sentence came out of Xia He's mouth, Xiao Lian still had the urge to cry.

She cried.

The good-looking eyebrows are covered with tears, the good-looking eyes are dripping clearly, the good-looking nose is wrinkled together, and the good-looking mouth is pursed together.

She is very good-looking, even if she cries, she is still beautiful to cry.

It's so good-looking, it's so pathetic.

Pear blossoms bring rain, and the rain falls on plantains.

She cried so sadly that she seemed to wash away all the anguish of the last few days with tears.

Xia He hugged Xiao Lian and smiled, as in the past, it seemed that nothing had changed, it seemed that they were still on that grassland, it seemed that there was still a city behind them, it seemed that they could still see the phantom of a small building when they looked back, and there were words on it.

It's like an extremely old story.

As for the knife, as for that person, it couldn't compare to Xia He's already somewhat cold chest at this time.

Xiao Lian hugged Xia He tightly, the knife fell to the side, the knife was no longer important at this time, the person after the flower rain was still standing there, smiling like a smile, the phantom of the petals around him was blown by a gust of wind and shattered.

I only know that the color of the wind is the same as the color of the knife that fell to the ground, and I only know that the color of the knife flickering is the same as the color of Xia He's body.

It was gray and dark, not like fire, not like water, but like the shadow of a flame falling on the ground, like a shadow of the waves of water at the bottom of the water.

Cold, quiet, symbolizing not the fresh, but the imminent departure.

Xia He's smile didn't have such and such emotions, he smiled very cleanly, like a beam of sunshine, he always smiled like this, and he liked to smile like this even more in front of his sister.

He knew that he didn't laugh much more often, so he smiled even brighter, diluting the sad gloomy gray a little.

So he was ready to laugh all the time, and he wanted to hold his beloved sister like this all the time.

It's a pity that there's another person over there.

The wind did not rise again, so the phantom of the flower began to condense again, and this time the speed of condensation was much faster, as if the figure was also a little more proficient.

The gray mist on Xia He's back seemed to be fluctuating as well.

Xia He still didn't look back at the figure.

When he was still alive, Xia He rarely looked at him because he was just a pawn.

When he died and "lived", he still didn't want to look at him, and he was still a pawn.

No matter how delicate the chess pieces are, no matter how strange the formation, it doesn't matter.

Of course, it doesn't matter just that Xia He won't take the initiative to provoke him, if he takes the initiative to provoke Xia He, it's another matter.

Before his death, he was cut off of his confidence and his path of cultivation by that knife.

After his death, he was still wounded by the knife, but this time he didn't get a chance to do it again.

The knife flutters, like a willow leaf in the spring breeze, very light, light can be blown far away by a gust of wind.

The knife looks light, but no matter how heavy or light, the knife is used to kill.

The fluttering knife was so heavy when it stabbed into the man's chest.

It seemed that Yin Huai grabbed the knife again, as if the knife was lifted high again, and then fell heavily.

Xia He also opened a way.

It started from the figure's left shoulder, extended to his right waist, and continued to extend into the countless sea of red flowers behind him.

There is another broken road in the sea of flowers, this time the road has no end, it has been penetrating the sea of flowers, the sea of flowers is endless, and that road naturally cannot find an end.

What is at the end of the road, no one knows now, but in the near future someone will know, it must be people, not fish, not ghosts.

That road is not just a road, it is a gray road, it is also a road that will grow, not that the road is alive, but the road will "eat" those red flowers, there is some gray fog on the road, the gray fog spreads to the red flowers on the side of the road, the safflower is dyed with a layer of gray, the red flowers will die, and then the road will grow a little bit.

This is Xia He's supernatural power, and it is also the supernatural power of the gray paper attached to the knife.

I don't know if I can pass through the gods, but I will definitely be able to access the world.

Like the flowers covered in gray mist, the figure was also dyed with a layer of gray, and the gray place began to dissipate until it disappeared.

The man after the rain died again, this time more cleanly.

He still looked at Xiao Pian like that, but he no longer looked at Xiao Pian, I don't know if he was blocked by Xia He, or if what he wanted to see was Xia He.

Perhaps, he still wanted to say something to Xia He.

Of course, he couldn't speak, and he didn't have time to speak, and his white clothes were gone.

Xia He didn't look at it, but he knew, he knew everything, and he cut out that road, so he knew that he killed that person, so he still knew.

Not only that, he didn't do anything, he also knew that the one-eyed anchovy had reappeared.

Right behind Xiao Lian, right in front of him.

Another flower.

Yin Huai also saw the flower, and he also stretched out his hand, he wanted to grab the flower, because the flower was about to be thrown on Xiao Lian's back by the one-eyed fish with a fishtail.

But it was a flower, and it was also a fish, and it was still a very cunning fish, so the flower just went around in a circle, and it passed around Yin Huai's fingertips, and it was still fluttering.

It's like a snowflake in the north, very light.

Murder never cares about the severity of things.

Xia He knows this truth very well, and he also knows another truth, the truth of the lion fighting the rabbit.

So he didn't dare to relax.

The wind was blowing behind him, and the wind blew a fog, a gray fog.

The mist covered the flower, and the fish.

Xia He also turned into a gray mist, and Xiao Pian crouched in a void, she knew that her brother had left.

She was still crying, very quietly, very poignantly.

Do ponies on the prairie cry when they get lost?

Maybe.

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Good luck to you, this is the final curtain call of the Hua family, the young master of the Hua family and the master of the Hua family.