Chapter 75 Wish Eight Eight Eight Woman?

Poetry knows, poetry knows, why do you write, and why do you sing your poems?

As soon as they stopped, Shiyin asked Shizhi with a gentle face.

In the vast white world, two hearts that were originally familiar with each other are getting farther and farther away, becoming more and more strange. What is the future, what is the future, and what is hope?

Shizhi has sung every good thing with his poems, and Shizhi has used his pen countless times to perfect the defects of the world, and tried in vain to awaken people's conscience with those words......

Shizhi saw through Shiyin's cruelty and cursed his atrocities with his pen, Shizhi despised everything about Shiyin with indifference and ruthlessness, and Shizhi had never been so disgusted and hated Shiyin......

Shiyin left all the hope of life to Shizhi: food, warmth...... Shiyin is so domineering that he leaves all the resources for survival to Shizhi.

That's it, just like that, Shiyin is getting weaker and weaker, but he still uses his thin and thin body to carry Shizhi on his back, stubbornly step by step, moving forward......

In the vast snow, there is no road and no exit.

Finally, Shiyin fell into the cold snow, and such a bloodthirsty and powerful demon fell in front of Shizhi, but the disgusting smell of blood on his body that seemed to never go away faded away, and he didn't have the strength to ask that inexplicable word......

Yes, the devil Shiyin who made Shizhi hate and curse him to hell has now reverted to the weak little tail that he is familiar with.

As for Shizhi, he should feel joy and liberation, but he has an inexplicable sadness......

No one knows, not even Shizhi, who has lived together for ten years. Why does Shiyin, who is an attack attribute immortal master, look like a weak scholar?

It's just because Shiyin is a girl, a girl who gave up the life of a noble princess, a girl who is so kind that she has to pray before eating meat dishes, and an ordinary little girl who loves to fantasize and dream......

Shiyin said: Shizhi, Shizhi, sleeping in your arms is obviously the happiest thing I have always longed for, but why am I so sad......

Shiyin said: Shizhi, Shizhi, in fact, I have always believed: the so-called beauty of your pen, it's just that I can no longer see it, so, Shizhi, please never give up......"

"Shizhi, Shizhi, why do you write, and why do you sing your poems?" After the crazy old man finished narrating the story, he asked Yexin hoarsely: "Of course, you can also choose not to answer this question, Xiaoyou, after all, this is just a story." That's it, you take this poem!" The old man handed over the sword, and there was no more ** to speak.

Yexin took the sword heavily, his black eyes were covered with a layer of moisture, and he whispered: "Shizhi, Shizhi, why don't you realize it with your own hands, the so-called beauty of your pen!" This is his understanding of the bond between Shiyin and Shizhi.

In the final analysis, the beautiful world written by the troubadour Shizhi is just a puddle of stinky ink! In the final analysis, compared with Shiyin, a weak woman who bravely transforms and has the courage to face the cruel reality, Shizhi is just a coward who indulges in the illusion of his pen!

At this time, Yexin's mood was undoubtedly complicated and entangled, because he knew that he was no different from Shizhi, knowing that his sister did not approve of joining the snow group, but he resolutely chose to participate in the trial, and he was so ashamed that he made an oath to protect the little fox forever......

"I see! I see!" the mad old man laughed sadly.

Nightcore looked at a strange token in his hand, a silver token about the size of a palm, made of unknown materials, clearly engraved with the image of a cute young pig.

After Nightcore answered the question, the crazy old man gave him this token, saying that this token was a witness to poetry and poetry, and Nightcore was the listener of their story, so Nightcore was related to this token!

Yexin did not refuse the mad old man's kindness, and after putting the strange token back in his arms, he did not hesitate any longer, and left here with Fang'er and the others, leaving only the tragic chant of the mad old man: The ignorant and cowardly poet struggles in the beautiful words, hiding from the emotions of his lover......

The last person to look for was Cao'er, and this time Nightcore also guessed where she was. This is where the little fox buys steamed buns, and at a glance at the night core, almost all the stalls in this area sell food. Nightcore sighed, because the stall owner who sold it to Nightcore lollipops before was obviously around here, and now there is no trace?

However, it is consoling to note that Cao'er was loitering in front of one of the vegetable stalls, and the stall owner was accustomed to ignoring her presence, and continued to shout and shout.

"Oh, saliva is pouring out, I didn't expect this black thing to have such a big charm! Or our lovely grass has reached that age!" Fang Er laughed loudly behind her as she stared at a pile of smooth eggplants.

"Sister Fang'er, Uncle Shengdan, and everyone is here!" Cao'er blushed and lowered her head, secretly wiped the naughty saliva from the corner of her mouth, and she said hesitantly: "Sister Fang'er, I, I, you see, Uncle Shengdan also said that I want to buy something delicious, and then, I will come over to take a look......"

"Yes, there's Uncle Raw Egg, you can buy delicious food as you like! Okay, let my sister come and see what good things are there." Fang'er didn't debunk Cao'er's cover-up, as she said, this is not what it used to be, she is now rich enough to buy anything she wants.

Fang'er walked up to the pile of eggplants, picked the largest one to play with in her hand, and said to herself: "This thing looks quite likeable, thick, black and hard! I don't know how effective it really is!" After saying that, she also stretched out her tongue and licked it lightly on the eggplant with extreme temptation, and threw a teasing look at the night core.

Food is always the most desired thing for the poor, and as soon as Fang'er's words fell, the other children were also excited to pick all kinds of vegetables at the stall, and their nature made Yexin feel that he was definitely trying to crook Fang'er's words, or that sentence, Yexin didn't feel very good, because he felt that he was about to embark on a road of no return called the pervert, maybe he was already on this road.

"Okay, okay, let's buy it when we come back!" Fang'er stopped Yexin, who was about to pay for it, and she smiled: "Let's go pick up my sister first, and then come back!"

"Ah, but, but ......," said the grass, munching on something in her mouth, and in her hand she was holding a large bite of an eggplant.

"Cao'er, Cao'er, are you reincarnated as a starving ghost? I'm really angry, did my sister say to buy it immediately? Who taught you to eat first without paying!" Fang'er scolded loudly with a cold face: "How many times have you said it, will you die if ......you starve?"

Cao'er looked at the fierce Fang'er, tears immediately fell, and she sobbed: "Sister Fang'er, you said it, let's pick whatever we want, I thought it was ......"

"Fang'er, what are you doing?" Yexin was baffled by Fang'er's anger, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Cao'er's eyes, Yexin was also a little angry, and said, "What kind of anger are you, isn't it just an eggplant, I'll pay!" He could only think that Fang'er was reluctant to spend her 100 Yi tickets.

"Here, boss, this money is enough to buy the whole stall!" Yexin took out a hundred Yi ticket from his bosom and said to the stall owner.

"Enough of acting, no one dares to make trouble in the stall of the old woman and my eighth wife, today, I can be regarded as an eye-opener, you poor ghosts, just one eggplant directed and acted in such a good show, good, very good, you dare to play my eighth woman as a monkey!"