Bluestone Villa, Liu's small courtyard, Liu's couple, three children, and a tiger-striped cat.

In March, the red morning sun rises, and the clouds in the eastern sky are full of spring's unique peace. The sun is soft on everyone's face, the slightest sweetness, the wisps of affection, a new day of life has begun again, the beginning of beauty, so the end, I can't tell. It seems that each of us really has only the moment in front of us, and yesterday has passed, time does not go back, the past is no longer owned, so everything yesterday is only memory. So what about tomorrow, tomorrow can only be regarded as a kind of expectation, who knows the fate of tomorrow! Liu Hedong stared at the east and thought chaotically, that trace of black clouds seemed to become bigger and stronger, and then swallow the bright red sun.

Liu Lianlang is breathing in the fragrance of flowers in the morning, stretching his waist. Suddenly glimpsing a cold gaze shooting at him, it was a bloodthirsty look, Liu Zhilang couldn't help but shiver. However, this look is so familiar, where have you seen it? Liu Lianlang looked at the vast Longyun Mountain and searched for memories. Oh, last night, yes, it was last night! No way, it was so small, and the tiger was so big, but how could that cold look look so similar. Liu Lianlang looked at the tiger striped cat in Liu Shifeng's arms again, and the tiger striped cat seemed to see through Liu Lianlang's thoughts, and immediately restrained the coldness, and his eyes were blurred. But Liu Zhilang has a feeling that it is camouflage.

The sky became clearer and wider as the morning sun rose, but Liu Linglang's thoughts returned to yesterday's evening.

At sunset, the little girl happily threw stones into the crescent moon lake, sparkling water. The sound of popping water frightened the timid birds. Through the falling splashes, Liu Lianlang suddenly saw a face, the face of a tiger, and his eyes burst into two cold lights, facing his side! The two cold lights were so cold, as if two ice swords pierced his chest! Instinctively, Liu Lianlang grabbed the little girl's hand and was about to run. But he let go again, because he noticed that for a while, Cheng Yuanfang also saw that face. He frowned, and immediately returned to normal, Cheng Yuanfang looked at Liu Lianlang's somewhat trembling hands, nodded, looked at the little girl and shook his head, signaling Liu Lianlang not to move. He whispered, "In the middle of the night, Crescent Lake!" and then played with the little girl. "Well, it's worthy of Orion's son, admire!" Liu Lianlang praised in his heart.

Liu Lianlang had a feeling that those two eyes were extremely cold when they looked at him and Cheng Yuanfang, but they were gentle when they looked at Sister Shifeng. It seemed to want to come out, but in the end it didn't, and quietly disappeared into the woods. That is, the moment it left, the little girl shouted to go home to find her mother.

Late at night, on the shore of Crescent Lake, two teenagers, one in white and one in black.

"Haha, here, I'm really worried that you won't dare to come. The black-clothed young man said with a smile, while looking slightly up into the distance.

"Why don't you come?" said the young man in white with a smile.

"Aren't you afraid of being eaten by it?"

"I'm afraid!"

"Why are you still here?"

"I came because I was afraid. ”

"Oh!"

"I'm more afraid if I don't come, but I'm not so scared when I come!" the young man in white said lightly.

The black-clothed young man nodded slightly and said, "Don't you think it's strange, this white tiger finally escaped the shackles of the five big chains, why did it appear again, and it appeared near the Jade Tomb, it is the Tiger King of Beishan!"

"I think it's strange too, but what's even stranger is why it didn't attack us at the lake in the evening?" added the young man in white.

"It's very simple, it's too badly injured to have any strength!" said the young man in black with great certainty. "So I asked you out to catch him while it was hurt, so that my father wouldn't do it again." It must still be nearby!"

The two teenagers chatted a few words on the shore of the crescent lake, stepped on the moonlight two-way jade mausoleum, and hid behind the tombstone in the southeast. The blue sky, a crescent moon, countless stars, simple, but beautiful alone. The fragrance in the peach blossom forest was overwhelming, and the two of them took a few puffs of pleasure, then squatted down, staring closely at the grass on the other side of the Crescent Lake through the gap in the forest.

Quiet night, time is passing. I don't know how long later, the grass moved, and the boy in black reacted so quickly that the arrows with a full bow had been shot. However, he was stunned for a moment, and quickly pulled the arrow back from the string, and his body involuntarily rushed forward, and he fell, and the palm of his right hand was covered with blood! The boy in white looked at the grass in a daze.

A little girl in a skirt emerged from the grass, and behind her stood a huge white tiger. With the appearance of a man and a tiger, the sky and the earth suddenly became cloudy, and the sky suddenly darkened. The crescent moon was long gone. And the huge white tiger in front of him was full of silver brilliance, his eyes were shooting a cold gaze, his legs were slashing, and his iron tail was sweeping. It's too tall and too strong. And the little girl was so weak, it didn't need to open its bloody mouth too much to swallow the whole weak body. By this time, the bloody mouth had already opened······

The young man in white came back to his senses and opened his mouth to shout Sister Shifeng, Sister Shifeng······ But he couldn't make a sound, his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he couldn't move no matter how desperate he was. Tears, yes, tears flowed. Tears are the most incompetent expression, but now the young man in white finds that the only thing he can do is tears, silent tears. Tears, flowing into the mouth, astringent, sour. Tears dripped down the cheeks of the young man in white and fell on the huge tombstone beside him. Hands clutched tightly on a corner of the tombstone, due to nervousness, fear, pain. The hands had been worn out by the tombstone, and the blood of the ten fingers was imprinted all over the palms, and then flowed down the tombstone, slowly entering the tombstone. At this time, the young man in white also fainted in confusion, and the moment he fainted, a gentle call faintly came from his mouth: "Poetry····· Wind ······ Sister ······· Younger sister. ”

The night, and sometimes the devil, not only swallows up the light of the day, but also covers the evil face. This is what the young man in white has experienced when he fainted. But he was in too much pain to notice the change in the tombstone he was still holding.

The southeast side of this emerald monument is blue, the blue of the blue sky. The monument absorbed the tears of the boy in white, a full 10,000 tears, not much in one drop, but not a lot in one place. absorbed the blood of the boy in white, exactly nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine drops of blood, not a single drop is not much, and a drop is not a lot. The boy in white would never have dreamed that he had inadvertently unbroken a curse.