Chapter 136: Cut the flowers

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Xiao Lian's voice has always been very sweet and glutinous, even in this situation, her voice is still so sweet and glutinous, just a little hoarse, but the sweet and glutinous voice is mixed with a little hoarseness like a small mouth like a cherry with a sand date in its mouth, and the sand date is wrapped in a thick layer of sugar coating. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

That kind of sugar coating must be very sweet and glutinous, as sweet and glutinous as Xiao Lian's voice.

That kind of sand date must be very hoarse, as hoarse as Xiao Pian's voice.

The person who is called by such a voice must be very happy, and he can't wait to run to Xiao Lian immediately, kiss her lips, and say some sweet and sour love words to him.

But the person in Xiao Lian's mouth is her brother, Xia He.

So Xia He won't fly to her and say love words, he will only come to Xiao Lian's side faster than Fei, and pretend to be just passing by, and then come to her side, holding her little hand, or just rubbing her little head.

Xia He really loved his sister very much, and never let him wait too long, even in those years when he didn't know how to practice, he would ride the fastest horse in the wasteland to his sister's side.

As for the cultivation, he and her have already stepped on the road of escape, so they are by her side every step of the way.

This is Xia He's promise to himself and his parents.

But now the promise was not kept, because the man who had fulfilled it lay there, motionless, like a dead man.

Not only does he stand still like a dead man, but he also looks like a dead man when he can't hear a sound.

If Xia He heard his favorite sister calling him, or was very anxious to call him, then he would definitely appear, if he didn't appear, he didn't hear it.

If he didn't hear it, it meant that he had gone far away, or that he was dead.

Xiao Lian thought of this, and finally couldn't hold back her tears anymore, tears that were more crystal clear than pearls fell on those red flowers, lining those red flowers even more red.

Xiao Lian's cry was as sweet as her laughter, but it was full of sadness.

She is not a little girl who likes to cry her nose, she is a naughty little girl, and naughty little girls are always not so easy to cry noses, because naughty little girls are always naughty, and naughty girls are easy to get hurt, and there is no way to continue to be naughty after being injured, so naughty little girls rarely cry their noses in order to be able to continue to be naughty.

There are other reasons why Xiao Lian doesn't like to cry noses, only she knows.

But now Xiao Lian was crying sadly, because she didn't want to be naughty, she thought that if she wasn't naughty, her brother would immediately come out of there, look at her with a smile like in the past, and rub her little head.

Are people in despair always more vulnerable?

Do people who are in despair always make up some lies that they won't even believe to deceive themselves?

People in despair will always deny it, while people who are lucky enough to retain a little sobriety tend to reserve their opinions.

Keeping one's opinion one does not mean that it is positive, let alone negative.

Those who have reservations can also tell lies to deceive the desperate and rekindle their hope, or they can expose the lies woven by those who are desperate and make the desperate people even more desperate.

Yin Huai, who raised his hand high, is such a person who is lucky to still retain a little sobriety. Thankfully, he's still a good guy.

So when Yin Huai cut off a red flower again, he stopped the knife in his hand that was about to be raised again, and looked back to the side.

That's where Xia He lays.

Then his eyes turned to Xiao Lian, and Xiao Ren also happened to be looking at him, just in time to see his gaze.

Tears rippled Wang Qingquan's eyes, and he faced a pair of bloodshot eyes that lived in the desert.

The water in the clear spring has no way to irrigate the desert, which is barely refreshed.

Xiao Lian's eyes only felt as if they were burned, and the water in the clear spring was evaporated almost instantly.

What else is in those dry eyes that live in the desert?

It should be something that can burn people's eyes, and that kind of thing Xiao Pian seems to have seen somewhere, like the sun, like the most shining pop, like something that Xia He often has in his eyes.

That's confidence, or belief.

Xia He's self-confidence and belief come from his own genius, where does Yin Huai's self-confidence and belief come from?

Yin Huai couldn't remember it himself.

He only remembered that he hadn't been so tired for a long time, and the important thing was not that he was tired now, but that he was tired like this before.

Then, when was that deep exhaustion?

When did that memory that is deep enough to be remembered for a lifetime happen, and who are the people and things in that memory?

Yin Huai didn't seem to be able to remember a little, only remembered some fragmented pictures and some fragmented words.

Maybe he was really tired, but he still persevered, standing there, holding a knife in his hand, standing not far from Xiao Lian and looking at Xiao Lian, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth that was rarely seen, and that smile was like the smile that often appeared on Xia He's lips.

There is such a taste, too.

"He's alive, you're alive, we're all alive. ”

Such words, coming out of the mouth of such a tired person, are really not very convincing, but Xiao Lian did not hesitate to believe him, because he is a person worthy of trust?

Yin Huai didn't say a word, stuck in his throat, and left it in his mouth with the smell of blood.

"If he doesn't live, you will live, and I will take you with me?"

He didn't say it because he had said it a long, long time ago to another very lovely little girl, but who was that little girl? Why couldn't he remember what it looked like?

It's obviously an unforgettable person, why can't you remember it at all in the end?

Yin Huai didn't know, many people in the world were asking such questions, because they didn't know either.

If you don't know, you have to don't know, Yin Huai is not a genius, and without an agile mind, he can quickly come up with the answer to a question that few people in the world can come up with.

He was just a silent young man, a silent teenager. And he was a young man with a knife in his hand and countless flowers waiting for him to chop in front of him.

He didn't have the mind, nor did he have the ability to think about what he had or didn't, so he could only continue to lift the knife, continue to raise the knife high, and continue to fall heavily, to cut those red flowers.

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Good luck to you, I still like this chapter. I also like the title, it's very enjoyable.