A luxurious carriage, a team of thousands of guards and maids, freshly dressed and angry horses, slowly drove out of the city of Bingzhou, so not majestic, but a soft-skinned, shy woman in the carriage, I don't know whether she did something ashamed, or she was ashamed to get closer to someone, the more she felt her shamelessness, and when she met him, she thought, she dare, she didn't dare to know what to do. I feel very unnatural, unconsciously, a green silk, but it is already snow-white, gently said to the boy next to him, mother's hope in the future, it all depends on you, mother hopes that you will be a man who stands up to the sky in the future, no matter what grievances you have to swallow yourself, no matter what difficult things you have to carry yourself, talking and talking, I couldn't help but pick up the scissors around me, cut off the white hair at one end, strands of hair, like a piece of snowflakes, picked up a dark gray nun hat and put it on the head, covering a snow-white head, but it looks a lot more beautiful。

Poor nun, "dust" has seen Muzi Gongzi, Amitabha. Good, good, good.

Mu Zimin watched his mother's fall and the white hair like snow on the floor of the car. Although he was still an eleven-year-old child, he still couldn't say a word, tears were dripping down one by one, his fingers were deeply cut into his palms, blood was scattered, his resolute face was bright, his eyes were as bright as stars, yes, he was just a child, but his whole body exuded a kind of beast-like breath of a wolf and a leopard, the wheezing sound of wheezing, and the violently undulating chest, so that the dust nun couldn't help shouting Muzi people, don't be scared of your mother, okay?

However, the nostrils and corners of the mouth of Mu Zimin, who were extremely wooden, slowly showed a trace of blood, which showed how frightened a ten-year-old child was.

Rest assured mother, the ideals that the people of Muzi told you before will still exist in your hearts, come naked, walk naked with the world, go naked, just like primitive people, live for a lifetime, that is the ideal and a pure land in the hearts of the people of Muzi, and there is nothing to pollute.

But the people of Muzi have also learned that the sun is the most fair during the day, but there are places where it does not shine, which we call shadows, but we still build many shadows with ourselves. The night is the most just for us, he has no shadow, but he can hide a lot of dirty, some things were originally dirty, but the people of Muzi have also learned to package a piece of nobility. Some things are right in themselves, but the people of Muzi also have to go against their own hearts and make a negative mark against him.

The real people of Muzi hope that one day, they can say to the people of the world, the people of Muzi, they don't care about all this, what the people of Muzi think is wrong will disappear under the big knife of the people of Muzi, and they don't need to explain to anyone, because my name is "people of Muzi".

But, Mom, do you think the people of Muzi will kill Muzi Shuishui? Really, I want to, I really want to!

I can't think about it, remember the child, some things can't be done, some things can't be known?

On both sides of a wide stone-paved road, in the dense woods, several arrows like popular ones shot at the carriage, and several guards unconsciously drew their swords and shot at the arrows, but they still shot several of the guards in the head and fell to the ground. There was a panic, but in the blink of an eye, the sword was unsheathed, and there was silence. Tightly guarded around the carriage, heavily guarded.

But there was no life in the woods. Restoration and calm.

Dou Yiren opened his mouth and said, obviously some people are unwilling to let us go, but there is no killing intent, I think it is the people in the family who have some opinions, Muzi people, people's hearts are sinister, the most difficult thing for people to measure is people's hearts, Muzi people remember, some things are blood lessons. There are some things that you can't make mistakes, you know?

I only saw a red-faced man with a height of two meters before walking with the carriage, clasping his hands into fists, and saying that he had seen the son and his wife with a "mouth cloth".

I only heard a child's voice sound, recorded the case, and buried it on the spot. After returning home, he took care of his relatives and continued on his way.

The last general will respect the order. Hurriedly ordered a few of his followers to carry several huge corpses to the ditch on the side of the road, dig a few shovels of new soil, hurriedly lay on top of the corpses, and continue to move forward.

But in the middle of the carriage, the people of Mu Zimin still shed a few drops of cold sweat.

Dou Yiren said on the side, not afraid, not afraid