Seeing that the sky is about to be darkened, it's just that this little girl hides in the flowers and doesn't come out for a long time. The six sisters were chatting and chatting, and they had told all the things about Tianxin today, but they didn't see the meaning of her coming back.

Everyone was anxious to go back, and besides, the weather was not good, and the tea leaves picked from the previous vegetables were still hanging outside. Otherwise, so many days of sunshine would have been in vain, and they would have mistaken the smell of tea, and the eldest sister said strangely: "What's wrong with Sister Ziwan, she hasn't come back yet!"

Lao Liuying Shanhong got close to her, yesterday Yang Ziwan ate three bowls of rice in a meal with others, lost playing cards, drank a lot of wine, and couldn't help blurting out: "Sister Ziwan has eaten too much recently! Or there is a lover there, and she is reluctant to let her go?"

The third Xinghua was anxious, and shouted at the place where she was hiding on the mountain: "Sister Yang, hurry up! We still have to go back? Beware of the pervert coming in the mountain!"

They were just unintentionally joking, and they laughed happily. Yang Ziwan walked over step by step, and she saw the white rabbit with the flower butt cocked again. She muttered, refusing to let them know that she was chasing a rabbit with a big butt and white hair, and said to herself: "What a pervert is not a pervert, when I catch it, it will make them envious." ”

When Li Qingtian saw her coming, he really wanted to jump off this cliff. He had no way to retreat, and thought to himself: "Could it be that I am really a piece of material to be a monk, and the previous object was kissed to death by me." The last girlfriend died laughing in the wax night, and this woman will be scared to death by me again. ”

She pounced, moving swiftly, reaching out extraordinarily, and couldn't help but shout, "Catch you!"

She pulled Li Qingtian's only clothes and tore many places, and for a while she shouted: "Ah! She fainted.

Li Qingtian turned around and said, "Girl, girl, I'm not a pervert, I'm a reader, I'm a lover." ”

He tried to explain to the woman who had fainted in his arms, watching as she lay still motionless. He wanted to reach over and see if his heart was still beating, but he didn't dare to do so. He said in fear: "It's really another death, I'm a big pervert." ”

He hugged his head and cried, and the six women heard it, and they all rushed up to find Yang Ziwan and said, "Ah! ”

They recognized that it was Yang Ziwan's voice, and each of the six of them came running over here with needles and bows and arrows, shouting as they ran: "Yang Ziwan, Sister Yang, where are you." ”

Li Qingtian heard the shouting voice of the group of women, stood up and said, "Suffer, they are all here." I was afraid to scare them all to death, so I ran away, I ran away. ”

He yelled at the women like a wolf, and wanted to attract them to save this woman who was frightened by himself for no reason, and hoped that they would find a way to save this woman. He pulled up his pants, which split again. He ran to the right, took a breath and ran a long way. He saw a fortune teller in front of him, and the flag in his hand was fluttering. He saw it and said, "It's still alive." ”

He lowered his head and said to himself, "Is this referring to me?"

He wanted to ask, but he didn't want the fortune teller to fall off the cliff blindly. He hurriedly said, "I'm not a big pervert. ”

The fortune teller turned his face and smiled at him, and fell down the hill. The half-oblique flag "is still alive." The fortune teller floated down, and Li Qingtian never thought that a man would be so frightened by him that he couldn't think of it. He couldn't figure out who he was provoking and who he was provoking, and said to himself: "Another one died, so many people died because of me, why is this, is it that if I live, others are destined to be killed by me?"

He ran back frantically, and came to Yang Ziwan's side, crying with a handful of snot and tears. The voice was getting closer, and he howled, "Girl, I'm so sorry for you, and I'm going to die." ”

He ran to the back, and when he saw that there was a hanging edge in front of him, he suddenly stopped his pace and leaned down the mountain. Suddenly, he thought of the object who was kissed to death, he thought of the sadness at that time, and he thought of the girlfriend who died laughing to death on the night of the candles, and he thought of the sadness at that time. He was suddenly awakened by a loud noise, and a woman's voice shouted, "The big pervert is there." ”

He didn't rush back and accidentally fell down, he didn't regret it with the comfort of death, he only regretted that he had read the book for so many years and read it in vain. When his body fell, he didn't expect to be alive, when he fell halfway up the mountain. The disappeared monk reappeared, and he pushed up with both hands on the mountain wall. Li Qingtian flew straight up like this, and the monk disappeared without a trace.

The fourth pear flower had sharp eyes, and he had already seen the bare-ass man who grabbed the stones on the mountain and climbed up vigorously and said: "The pervert has climbed up from the bottom of the mountain, look!"

Li Qingtian also felt that he was alive, but he escaped death, and it felt very good to be alive. But all of a sudden, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, and lightning and thunder roared, as if it was going to rain. He was afraid of how to transform into a werewolf and eat these women.

The eldest of them, the Camellia woman, said: "He's over there, Sister Yang must be over there, let's go and save her." ”

Li Qingtian held his pants in one hand and waved anxiously with the other hand and said, "Don't come here, I don't want you to save me, don't save me." ”

He cried and said, "Don't come here, I'll ...... again." Jumped off. ”

He watched the mountain jump and not die, not to mention that it was so high that he was already afraid. But he was too shy to resist, and when he saw the stone under his feet, on the sharp ridge of the mountain. He thrust his head into the ground, and he found that his head was very powerful, and the stones were flying. Six women came over, and Yang Ziwan was lying next to her.

They all saw this evil bare-ass man, looking at his obscene appearance, fortunately they arrived in time, otherwise Yang Ziwan's really jade and ice-clear body would have been destroyed by him, and he took off his clothes and said: "What a big pervert actually made plaster and tofu into stones to create a false image to bluff us, sisters beat." ”

The needle flower flew like a rain of arrows, almost every part of him was pierced by the needle flower, he fell, and the red girl of Yingshan was angry and found a good stone and smashed it. Unexpectedly, the stone was torn apart, and the six women hurriedly carried her away.

It was raining heavily, and smoke rose from the ground. The lightning flashed brighter, the thunder broke the sky, and a man with a wooden stick walked through the rain. His body was already wet from the rain, and he was drenched thoroughly, his face was like a small river, and his hair was like a coil of wicker clinging to his head.

He is the lonely and nameless man with the Five Poisons Divine Palm in his body, he walks forward blankly, his heart is broken, everything is irretrievable, his mind is blank, and he walks with his body swaying. The rain in the sky was not a strong crossbow but a sympathetic crystal beating softly against him, and he was thinking of his past difficult years, his past suffering, the short-lived beautiful and happy days, all of which were now as disillusioned as this cloud of smoke.

He whispered to himself, "I'm still alive, I'm still alive like this." ”

His noise was a little hoarse, but he didn't allow himself to go down, he insisted on walking forward and warned himself that he couldn't be defeated like this, and that he had to live strongly. What he misses most in his heart is still baby, and what he says in his mouth is still baby. It's just that I can't go back to the past, there are many reasons that need to be explained, and there are many unnecessary explanations, one of which is to make the cold rain rain in this rain.

The rain became more and more temperamental, which made Li Qingtian, who was bare-shouldered, shiver coldly, and he lay under the tree and drenched in the rain. He said in his mouth: "Amitabha, God bless me not to freeze to death today. I'm a talented person, don't be jealous of talent. When I get into high school, it doesn't matter if you take more, and you can send more gold ingots when the time comes. ”

He shivered again, but the rain fell down like a bucket, and he started to do it with a bang. The autumn rain was foggy, and everything was clouded. He said to himself: "It seems that I can't survive here today, I have to find a better place to avoid it." ”

He walked out into the rain, unable to see what was ahead, unable to see anything around him, only the light of lightning and the desolate rain with a bitter wind.

Two men meet in the rain again, one dying and the other turning into a werewolf-like monster. Their encounter is destined to become a tragedy for one person. Either Li Qingtian eats Nameless, or Nameless kills the wolf in the mountain in front of him.

However, he looked at each other as if they were familiar with each other, and the werewolf tried his best to restrain himself in the rain, because he was the life-saving benefactor of his own family, and he had beaten away Brother Nashan and Potato and a gang of bandits. But Nameless didn't know the monster, so he raised his stick and beat the werewolf back to its original form, so that Nameless clearly saw that it was a bare-bottomed man and said, "It's hard that all this is an illusion, what's wrong with me? It seems that my poison is really hopeless." ”

He stepped forward to see Li Qingtian, and at a glance recognized it as the big boy who lived in seclusion in the mountains with infinite strength and made a living by collecting firewood. Now that he had beaten the jackal with a stick, he didn't know whether he was dead or alive, so he stepped forward and shouted, "Brother, what's the matter, I'm not dead." ”

A thunderbolt came, and he saw the man's long hair like a bloody mane, and he couldn't help but wake up from the confusion, and when he looked back, he was not. Suddenly feeling strange, I had to save him to the dilapidated house, and then wait for him to wake up and ask for research. It's just that he was also drenched in the rain, and the poison on his body swam in it with the blood and qi that he had just exercised, and he wanted to pull him to the ground. I fell, and I couldn't break free.