Chapter 135: Straight Road, Leave a Man on the side of the road

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Since it is a knife that appeared to cut flowers, then this knife should be very happy, because there are so many flowers here, so there should be countless times that kind of knife appeared. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Lifted high and falling heavily.

Crisp and clean.

The knife did not cry out with joy, and if the spiritual knife knew that it had come in handy, it must have been extremely joyful, and could even cry out with joy.

That knife wrapped in such a half-page of gray paper should have that kind of spirituality.

But the man who held the knife was a silent boy, and the boy did not like to scream, but preferred to cut flowers and hoe grass silently. That's hand work, you don't need to use your mouth.

The hands-on teenager not only likes to be silent when he does it, but even on weekdays, he is used to silence when there is nothing to do, and habits are difficult to change.

Unless someone tries to change him.

Someone had tried to do something, but now the man was lying there, motionless.

Yin Huai is doing these things now to save the person who was lying there with only a thin layer of foam left.

But there was a little girl there waiting for him to save her.

It was a very cute little girl, now nestled in a corner of the red flower, with a red dress and unwashed red makeup on her face, looking around, desperately trying to find something.

But she couldn't find anything, if it weren't for Yin Huai, no one would be able to find the current Xia He, and she couldn't find even his most beloved sister.

This appearance is very pitiful, and pity often looks cute.

It's a pity that such a pitiful and cute appearance can only be seen by Yin Huai, he is a silent teenager, and he is also a teenager who does not understand amorous feelings, he only cares about raising his knife high, and then falling, to cut those cute and terrible red flowers.

The safflower has to have green leaves to look better, but there is not a single leaf to be found in the endless red flowers, not even a little green, and the only tripod with a little rusty green has already sunk in the sea of red flowers, without causing ripples.

In the Red Sea, I saw a busy young man, gray and white, short and linen, and some red on it, it was blood, his own.

The busy teenager is chopping flowers and hoeing grass, and the knife in his hand is not a sickle, but it is sharper than a sickle and more suitable for cutting flowers.

Lifted high and falling heavily.

Every time it was raised high, the knife would always carry some saffron petals, broken, tattered, and cut like that by the gray knife.

Every time the knife fell, the stamens of the flower, the stem of the flower, and other petals were left behind, equally broken and tattered, cut like that by the knife-wielding boy.

Pieces of petals flew up and fell, and some fell into the folds of the Mai clothes on Yin Huai's body, and then they were crushed by the folds of the clothes again, and they were crushed even more broken.

Broken flowers everywhere, broken petals everywhere.

It was all Yin Huai's handwriting.

Those saffrons did not have the same power as before, but the knife in Yin Huai's hand became a little different from before.

Therefore, Yin Huai does not have much strength to cut a flower, just once, the flower and stamens are separated, and just once, the petals and petals are torn.

It's very neat.

Before, only one flower was chopped, and now there is still only one flower, but it is a flower hidden in countless red flowers.

It was a flower that hid a one-eyed anchovy, and apart from that, Yin Huai couldn't see any difference from other soul flowers that hid it, so he had to find that flower before he could cut him down.

So now it is still necessary to cut only one flower, but before cutting that flower, Yin Huai has to cut countless flowers, and in the end there is only one like that.

Yin Huai really didn't know where the flower with a fish was hidden, maybe it was the one in front, maybe it was the one on the carved flower over there, maybe the flower was still under the high platform, maybe the peanut was in the water.

So many maybes, so many flowers.

Yin Huai couldn't find the flower, so he had to not look for the flower, just cared about cutting the flower, only caring about waving the knife, he would always find the flower, and then cut it.

It's stupid, but it's the easiest way and the only way.

The only way is often the best way.

Then Yin Huai continued to raise his arm high, with the gray knife, and then dropped his arm heavily, with the gray knife.

Yin Huai slashed for a long time, chopped countless red flowers, and cut straight over.

Not long, not short, much like a bare wind road, a bare wind road left behind in the endless desert.

Yin Huai really cut out such a path.

There was a man on the side of the road, and it was a poor and lovely little girl.

Finally, Yin Huai no longer raised the knife or dropped the knife, but stopped the work of chopping flowers in his hand and looked at the little girl on the side of the road.

The hand that was holding the knife was still tense, and there was something on it that looked like blood or juice from flowers, dripping down the cracks between his fingers and the gaps between his palms on the corpses of the flowers at his feet.

This somewhat messy scene looks a little different, perhaps with the richer scent of flowers in the air, or with the petals fluttering in the air.

And those various relationships made Xiao Lian no longer afraid, and she was a little worried, at least the panic of being accompanied by someone would be better.

Yin Huai looked at him, his eyes were bloodshot, it was caused by seeing too many flowers, using too much force, or being too anxious.

The boy who was accustomed to his hands finally had a time to speak, although the sound of his mouth was like the sound of a throat in the desert that had not been nourished by water for a long time.

Cracked, intermittent.

"You, you, maybe, can try, call him...... Call you, man...... Brother, he heard that maybe, he would come back. ”

The young man said seriously that such a method was even more unreasonable, but his expression seemed as if this was the only way.

This is of course the only way, and in the context of those heroes' resurrections, waking people up may be the best way, and the easiest way.

In that kind of bridge, the hero will always be woken up because he can't let go of the people he cherishes.

Even if it's not a hero's story, there are no heroes here, just a boy who doesn't talk much, and a poor and cute little girl, but it's still a good idea.

It's not to save Xia He, but to have a little pity.

Yin Huai had already seen it when she came to the little girl, the blood dripping from the little girl's body was inconspicuous mixed with the red flowers that had not been chopped up, but Yin Huai had a pair of good eyes, so he still saw it.

Seriously wounded people can easily die, from excessive bleeding, from silence and grief.

Calling someone can make that little girl not die so easily.

So, the sound of Yin Huai's knife cutting through those red flowers was also accompanied by a faint but sweet voice, calling the name of a person who had almost disappeared.

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Good luck to you, I still like this chapter very much, it's well written.