Chapter 141: A Conversation at Twilight

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No one ever thinks about everything that happens in the world, not even God. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Especially some unbelievable things, such as the boiled duck suddenly flew away, such as the wheat waiting to be harvested suddenly grew legs and fled, such as the old man lying in bed and dying suddenly rejuvenated.

Another example is a hand that suddenly stretched out.

The outstretched hand of the young man who was sitting cross-legged, about to disappear completely.

It was a pair of very white hands, so white that it was almost impossible to see the color, maybe there was no other color, but the hands without color were very powerful.

It is more powerful than other thick hands, which are very strong but not a good thing for poor scholars.

Because the hand was gripping his neck tightly.

Grabbed him by the neck like a chicken.

The poor scholar also widened his eyes like a chicken that had been caught and was about to be sent to the board.

There was only incredulity and deep panic in the widening eyes.

Panic and incredulity are the most intuitive expressions that appear from the bottom of the heart, and you can see the panic hidden in the heart at a glance.

Not only did the poor scholar's eyes widen like chickens, but even his voice was as sharp as an old rooster.

"How do you ......"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Xia He's eyes.

Xia He's eyes were not as round as his, they were not as wide as his, and they were not like an old rooster.

It was a pair of eyes that looked like a person, and only if you weren't a person could you say it looked like a person.

He's just a ghost, and that's what a ghost should have.

What kind of eyes should a ghost have?

Like an old rooster or like an ordinary person?

Or is it twilight?

Xia He's human-like pair is like a twilight in the west.

The twilight is very beautiful, beautiful, but it is completely different from the beauty of the morning glow, the morning glow represents the new life, is vibrant, is the beauty of spring, that is the joy from silence to the hustle and bustle, the straight people rejoice, the straight people are noisy, and then it is a beautiful and new day.

However, twilight is different, its beauty is silent, it is quiet, it is the nebula swaying between the rivers, it is the returning bird among the dead wood branches, the noise belongs to the day before twilight, and the silence belongs to the night after twilight.

The glow is an encouragement, and the twilight is just a consolation.

Of course, solace is also beautiful, but too much silence will always seem a little dead silence, how many people and things will be buried and hidden in the twilight?

The poor scholar understood where the twilight in Xia He's eyes came from, the eyes were the windows to the soul, and the twilight in the eyes was naturally the twilight in the heart.

After understanding those, there are more and more things that the poor scholar doesn't understand, but after all, he still returned to the same look of winning as before, as for whether he is really winning, only he knows.

"You're going to die. ”

The twilight in Xia He's eyes represents the curtain of death, and hearing this, the twilight in Xia He's eyes did not fluctuate at all.

"I've been dead a long time ago. ”

“...... Then you'll be gone. ”

"Everybody will disappear. ”

Xia He's eyes were still the eternal twilight, with heavy shadows, a rock in the twilight.

What Xia He said was honest, and it was precisely because he was honest that the poor scholar had no way to refute it, and what he could refute was not honest.

If Yin Huai heard that sentence, he might refute it, because he had seen such a person, a person who would never disappear, or that kind of person would be called a god.

Yin Huai was not there, so the poor scholar did not find such a person, so he stopped talking about people, but returned to themselves.

"But you're a ghost, and when a ghost disappears, it's really gone. ”

They are all of the same kind, and once the ghost disappears, it really disappears, and it disappears without leaving a trace in the world.

Xia He's colorless hand still grabbed the poor scholar's neck so tightly, without any intention of relaxing, the twilight or death intent in his eyes was still so strong, without a trace of dissipation, and even the voice with him was very firm, without a trace of wavering.

It's as if the shadow of death has always stood firmly behind him.

Suddenly, the poor scholar laughed, smiled very proudly, and laughed very heartily.

Xia He looked at the poor scholar's smile very seriously, although the shadow in his eyes still did not subside, but there was an extremely warm smile.

"If little mercy were here, I would definitely say that you laughed like a treacherous old fox. ”

Xia He dragged the word "oh" very long, just like Xiao Pian liked, which would make Xiao Pian extraordinarily cute, very pitiful and cute. But it was a little weird from Xia He's mouth, and there was some bleak taste in it.

People walk the tea is cool.

When the poor scholar heard his words, he did not have the slightest thought of embarrassment, but laughed more heartily, and even had a joy that came from that place.

"I'm scolding you. Xia He thought that the poor scholar seemed to be crazy, and kindly reminded him.

The poor scholar didn't seem to hear what he said, or took his scolding as a compliment. It took a long time for the laughter to subside, but the smile did not move away from the poor scholar's face at all.

Even the words spoken are painted with a thick layer of smiles.

"Where, where is this a curse, this is a compliment. The poor scholar who laughed alone for a long time before stopping didn't seem to explain to Xinhua why it meant by a boastful remark. just casually asked Xia He a question about life and death.

Perhaps for ghosts, there is no such thing as life and death, only disappearance and existence.

"If I can keep you alive, will you let me go? ”

This is a question, and the poor scholar said it in a very calm and casual tone.

It seems like a casual question, but it is more tempting than a serious question, not only tempting but also tempting to those who want to live.

Xia He is a ghost who doesn't want to continue living.

Therefore, he just thought about it very seriously, and then he didn't have the intention of speaking, but his fingertips were slightly forced, just slightly forced, but it was very heavy for the poor scholar's neck, heavy enough to make his neck break all at once.

If he wasn't an old ghost who had lived for hundreds of years out of the red mist.

Alas, he is.

Therefore, his neck was not broken, and even his neck was detached from Xia He's palm at this time.

Xia He seemed to know that the poor scholar would take the opportunity to avoid his palm, but his figure also disappeared in place at this moment.

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Good luck to you.