Maybe it's a spring day, maybe it's an autumn day, in short, it's like a nap everywhere.

The two teenagers rode up a hillside, with grass on it, smoke floating on the grass, three old jujube trees and two small thatched huts, and a large sundial leaning on the back.

They jumped over the shoulders of the great sun, and steadied themselves, and looked back embarrassedly as if they were afraid of something to be frightened, and the tobacco trees and the people, the sleeping sun, tired, lazy, and very quiet.

Then the boy said to the maiden, "I will protect you—the tired, the lazy, the very quiet."

Three years later.

"She is my maid, and I will protect her. ”

——Hearing this sentence in Xiong Jingyu's ears, it is inevitable that some girl's heart palpitations will be reborn.

She knows that she is reckless, and she will rush to that hot head when she acts, and after the heat is over, no matter what the consequences are, she will not regret it.

Today, however, she truly repented - especially when she heard the words of the cold stove smoke, which made her regret her sore teeth and sore mouth.

Just in her trance, the smoke of the cold stove had already met the great Brahma's trick "One Thought of Withering Glory".

She was in a cocoon, but she could see very clearly.

I saw a wave of the Great Brahma cuffs, no need to pinch the trick, there was already a terrible autumn wind awe-inspiring, killing the grass and trees blocking the way, approaching the door of life, and the momentum was very fierce.

The smoke of the cold stove had no time to dodge, and he had already taken it by himself, and in an instant, his hair was all dry, and his face was all decaying, like a drooping old man.

In the end, it is the Grand Master of Cloud Gate - a killing move, it will make the owner of the Yushu Mansion of Fuyuan unable to parry!

However, the smoke of the cold stove is still standing there, and there is no intention of dodging, which makes Xiong Jing feel very remorseful.

She shouted many words in the cocoon, and she had nothing to do with him, and she was punished voluntarily, but she couldn't squeeze out the cocoon.

She had to open her eyes and watch, and saw that the Great Brahma shook himself to the cold stove smoke, pushed out a palm, and pushed the old man ten feet away, and immediately coughed up blood and ran out of his throat, lying on the ground and unable to stretch.

He snapped his fingers again, flicked his sleeves and sent the wind Zenzi to his face, one by one rushed over and sucked on the cocoon, one by one, one by one, and after a while, he gnawed out a big hole, stared at the eyes of the people inside, and drilled into it.

In a few moments, Feng Zenzi was about to cover Xiong Jingyu's whole body, seal her seven orifices and devour her flesh and blood, and make her turn into a dry bone with a snap of her fingers, with only two holes in her eyes up and down, and still showing a little emotion before her death.

However, most of them are speculative and irrelevant to reality.

This killing move is called a "figurine burial", which can draw human essence and flesh, and the appearance of death is very ugly.

Xiong Jingyu's mind is not here.

She knew that she was going to die, so she no longer had to worry about it. She just worries about something else, such as the three years since she entered the Tao-

If she hadn't entered the Tao, what would she be like now?

This thought really scared her.

Xiong Jingyu, who has not entered the Tao, should be an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl, smearing some of her mother's rouge on the ground, and going to the street with a bamboo basket, for fear of being seen by others.

Some people want to laugh at her, such as Lu Ashun, who cuts pork offal at the corner of Fulu Street, and Pei Zishen, who works as a partner in the cloth industry, all of whom have malicious intentions to ask about her family.

They laughed at her, after all, she was an outcast, but it also meant something else—

Leaving a few pieces of tenderloin, or carrying cloth all the way to the door of her house, are showing that there is still room for waiting.

As for her, she may be secretly happy, but when she combs her hair in the mirror alone at night, she will inevitably shed tears.

It won't last long, she always has to find someone, either Lu Ashun, or Pei Zishen, or the short Xiucai who has always been Zhang Luo, in short, it won't be Lu Jianyang.

Without entering the Dao, she may have been much smoother, but she couldn't take a breath.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but cry.

Before the tears fell out of his eyes, he was sucked dry by Feng Zenzi. She was a little afraid of death at this point, but only a little-

It's more about not being able to swallow a breath.