"...... Li'er"

Before Rong Lian opened his eyes, he smelled a strong smell of medicine, the smell he hated the most, and his body seemed to be shackled, painful and heavy.

"Li'er. ”

The voice called again, and it was gentle like a spring rain falling down.

Obviously, I have been haunted by my dreams for many days and nights, but now I dare not listen to it carefully, for fear that the smoke will suddenly disappear.

"Li'er. ”

He opened his eyes and looked at the woman beside the bed, who wore a strange little flower on her sideburns, and the furnishings behind her were in a familiar place.

His fingers curled up imperceptibly, and he hesitated to reach out and tentatively touch the woman's face.

There was only cold nothingness to start, and he would never be able to get out of this square inch.

"Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, pity, do you believe in good and evil?"

He shook his head.

How can good and evil be so clearly distinguished in this world.

He has killed countless people in his hands, but no one says a word of evil to him, he gives grace casually, and has no good intentions, but he is grateful to Dade, which shows that it is difficult to distinguish.

What's more, it is clear that there are people who have not stained their hands with blood, but they are still forced to a dead end.

The woman fell silent, and the scene behind her collapsed into a heavy chaos.

Suddenly, a golden Buddha statue was erected in front of him, solemn and compassionate, smiling with flowers, as if he wanted to overcome the suffering of the world.

The woman pointed to the idol and asked, "Child, do you believe in gods and Buddhas?"

He shook his head.

If there really are gods and Buddhas in this world, will they really allow the world to step into a dead end step by step, towards destruction?

It's too heartless.

Knowing the suffering, stepping on the road of despair, and not pinning hope on God and Buddha.

The shrine in front of him shattered and returned to chaos.

The woman was a little anxious, as if muttering to herself, "Then what do you believe? I don't have any faith? What do you believe? What do you believe?"

He replied word by word.

"Life and death. ”

Only life and death can we know always.

Suddenly there was an endless road at his feet, and cold wind poured from all directions, like a faint sigh before a person was about to die.

The woman stretched out her hand and pulled him, walking forward step by step, as if to lead him forward into the abyss, never looking back.

The road behind him kept collapsing and falling apart, and he didn't hesitate or struggle, not even afraid, just followed her forward.

The narrower the road became, the stronger the wind became, and he began to chill all over his body.

One more step is the abyss.

The woman stopped suddenly, crouched down and gently stroked his face.

"Li'er, will you come with me?"

"Where are you going?"

"There is neither good nor evil, nor there are gods and Buddhas, and there is no end to life and death. ”

"Good. ”

He replied without hesitation, and it didn't matter if one step further was a dead end.

The weak woman suddenly pushed him away, looked back at him deeply, her face was blood-red with tears, and she fell into the abyss without looking back.

"Let's go back. ”

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The blood in front of him was red, but it was not bloody, he only felt warm all over his body, as if he was gently hugged by the warm sun.

Rong Lian opened his eyes suddenly, dazzled by the blinding light.

He blocked his eyes with his fingers, and after a while, he came back to his senses, and found that he was lying on a bamboo rocking chair, properly covered with a thick blanket, and the ice and snow were still shining around.

"Awake?"

When I turned my head, I saw Zhu'an sitting on a low stool, holding an old Baba small fan in his hand, carefully fanning the fire and decocting the medicine.

The action is as good as ever.

"It's rare to have some sun in winter, and it's boring to stay in bed all the time, so I'll move you outside the tent to bask in the sun. ”

Rong Lian's mouth opened, a little dazed, and he couldn't tell for a while, what was the past tonight.

It seems that a long time ago, when they were in the Phantom Flower Palace, in the backyard of the Phantom Flower Stone Palace, Zhu An moved Zhang Zhu to the courtyard, let Rong Lian lie down and bask in the sun, and said to him.

"If you don't know if there will be a tomorrow, then let's live today. ”

......

No matter how powerful a person is, he can't stand the decay of his body a little bit, and the oil runs out and the lamp withers, but that's it.

Speaking of which, he really didn't think that he would ever wake up, and when he lost consciousness, he already felt that this life was over.

Love and hate are all a handful of yellow sand, and as soon as the hand is raised, it disperses.

It's like rolling through the future, waking up again, and returning to the world.

He leaned back, squinting at the sun in the sky.

"I'm ......"

"It's just a cold wind, a few pairs of decoction will do. ”

It was light, but he felt like he had slept for a long time, so long that his sickness had faded a lot.

"How many days have passed?"

Zhu'an tilted his head and glanced at him, and replied seriously: "It's just seven days, it's not enough to worry about." ”

Rong Lian held his forehead and laughed, it is not without any comfort in this world.

"That'...... What about Weaving Dreams?"

Chai'an's subordinates paused, as if sighing for no reason, "Lie in the house." ”

"Sick?"

Zhu'an rubbed his eyebrows, pointed to the small stove in front of him, and replied with a helpless smile: "No, what about the decoction! Can you swim in the river in the middle of winter without getting sick? I don't know how to find someone to help...... One or two, I don't know how to worry about it in winter, and I want to run at both ends of this seriously injured injury that has just recovered. ”

He knew why Weaving Dream ran out, and although he was worried, he believed in her more.

What to do with her dreams, no matter how unbearable he is, he will not go against her wishes.

“......”

Suddenly, he figured everything out, Rong Lian was stunned, closed his eyes again, and didn't continue, and the smiling face clearly came to mind.

A large handful of bright and dewy red flowers were close at hand, and Weaving Dream poked its head out from behind the bouquet.

"And how old are you?"

"You see, they say you won't live to be eighteen years old, and you're eighteen years old, so what they're saying isn't credible. ”

"So, not only will you live past the age of eighteen, but you will live past the age of eighty, and you will get older, and you will surely look as good as you do now. ”

He pressed his hand to his eyes again, opened his mouth and said silently.

"Yes, it would. ”

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Huang Quan has never been so grateful to Biluo.

The silver box she was going to replace was very heavy compared to the wooden box, and after falling into the water, it floated underwater for a while with the water potential, and then couldn't get up again, and swayed and sank directly to the bottom of the water, ups and downs, and was stunned that it was not washed away by the river.

And the raw materials she uses to make the disfigurement powder will be wasted once they touch the water when they are stored, so the boxes she stores are specially treated, and it is difficult for water to enter.

The silver box containing blood ginseng stayed at the bottom of the Jiagu River overnight, and after a long time, it was inevitable that some water would enter when it was brought back, but it was checked one by one, and although the medicinal properties were discounted, it was not completely lost, that is to say...... It can also be used as medicine.

If Bi Luo is in front of him now, he will never talk back, Bi Luo will say whatever he says, and he will not fight with her for who will kill more people for a year.

And also...... The person who should be thanked the most is Weaving Dreams.

Speaking of which, he still felt uneasy, and when he was walking out of the door with the plate of dishes that day, he bumped into a man curled up and stopped at the door, and at first he didn't pay much attention, he glanced at it casually, ready to bypass this person.

It was only after one glance that he realized that this person was a dreamweaver......

Wet and cold, as if she had just crawled out of the water, no more water, but her clothes and hair were all half stiff and sticking to her body, already frozen, she bent over and held her knees and gasped and stopped at the door, almost in a posture of kneeling.

A flower was already pale, her lips were bruised from the cold, she was trembling all over, and only a pair of eyes were amazingly bright.

He didn't react to what was wrong with Weaving Dreams, and was about to reach out to help, "Girl, are you ......?"

Weaving Dream shivered and gasped, it was too cold to speak, he took out something in his arms, raised his hand tremblingly and handed it to him.

His eyes widened suddenly, and he felt suffocated in his heart, and the plate in his hand could barely be held.

Achieved what she wanted, as if her last breath was finally spit out, she couldn't support it anymore, and the whole person fell straight to the ground, Huang Quan was so shocked and restless that he didn't have time to reach out to help.

A touch of white clothes suddenly appeared silently, and directly caught her steadily.

He watched with a sluggish face as Zhu An gently took the fainted girl into his arms, and carried her directly into the tent, without saying a word.

Huang Quan's hand holding the plate, the hands that were murderous and blood-stained with countless blood, suddenly trembled uncontrollably.

The thing in the palm of Weaving Dream's hand came out of her hand as she fell, and the bones rolled to the ground.

A familiar silver box.