Fu Dongliu was startled, how could he not move if he was so good, he went up and lifted the fox bald, but he was still stiff, his hair stood on end, and he was dead. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Fu Dongliu was shocked, why was he fine just now, but he died while speaking.

Gently put the fox bald on the ground, and sighed in my heart, but it is also very reasonable to think that the fox bald is old after all, and he will die without a problem at this moment.

But unexpectedly, the fox's bald body rose up vertically, and disappeared in a leap, and immediately, the fox bald jumped out of nowhere, and stood beside Fu Dongliu with great energy.

Fu Dongliu was not wary and bluffed: "I thought you were dead?"

The fox bald patted his chest with his thin paws and said, "How can a fox be so easy to die." Then he said: "Master, what do you think of this kind of ability of the fox bald?"

Only then did Fu Dongliu understand that the fox bald was showing his ability to pretend to be dead, and laughed: "Okay, good." Going, going. ”

The fox bald kowtowed to Fu Dongliu and said, "Please wait for good news, the fox is gone." ”

Turn around and jump away.

Fu Dongliu suddenly remembered something and said, "Stop." ”

The fox bald slowly turned his head and said, "What else does the master command?"

Fu Dongliu thought for a while, raised his eyelids and said, "You are in a hurry, it is better to hand over the tree seeds to me for safekeeping, and the province will lose them." ”

The fox patted his head and said, "Yes, yes." ”

Spit out the tree seed from his mouth, handed it to Fu Dongliu, bowed twice, and went down the mountain.

Looking at the bald figure of the fox disappearing, Fu Dongchuan turned around, changed his face, and looked at Shou'er sitting in the corner, he looked at this child, this weak child, suddenly thought of something, and a kind of happiness rose inexplicably in his heart, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, walked to Shou'er's side, and suddenly said to him: "From now on, you will chop wood in the mountains every day." ”

He said to Shou'er almost in a commanding tone.

Since coming to this barren mountain temple, Fu Dongliu has not said a few words to Shou'er, his face is vicious, and every time Shou'er sees it, he obediently does not dare to move.

Hearing Fu Dongliu's order, Shou'er was a little surprised, and looked at Fu Dongliu blankly, her clear eyes full of doubts.

Fu Dongliu said lightly: "Go and chop wood now." ”

Shou'er couldn't help crying: "I don't want to chop wood, I want my father." ”

Fu Dongliu slapped Shou'er's face with a palm, this palm was a little too strong, half of Shou'er's face immediately became red and swollen, and he cried out.

Fu Dongliu shouted: "Don't cry." ”

Shou'er tilted her mouth and glanced at Fu Dongliu, but finally held back her crying and started crying lowly.

Fu Dongliu said sharply again: "Go and chop wood now." ”

Shou'er was frightened by him, and stood up reluctantly, but he couldn't find the tools to chop wood, Fu Dongliu took out a rusty firewood knife out of nowhere and threw it at Shou'er's feet and said, "Go quickly." ”

Shou'er used to slowly pick up the firewood knife, he had never suffered, he had done manual work, at this time he didn't know what to do with the rusty firewood knife, timidly saw a few ancient trees in the courtyard, so he picked up the firewood knife and cut it.

The other person is weak and weak, the wood knife is rusty and blunt, cut on the ancient tree that the two of them can't hug, and even a white mark can't be printed on the bark, his small arm waved hard, but it was like cutting on a stone, there was no reaction at all, his aggrieved tears flowed out, and the tears dripped beside the big tree beside him, but he didn't dare to make a sound at all.

Fu Dongliu watched Shou'er's thin back squirm in front of the ancient tree, and inexplicably, there was an indescribable burst of happiness in his heart, as if the resentment he had accumulated for decades now suddenly had a place to vent.

He seems to have seen his childhood at the same time, being coerced to chop wood, because he did not follow the will of others, his right wrist was brutally cut off, his troubled childhood, whenever he thought of this, he was out of anger, and there was nowhere to vent it.

Now seeing the same figure and the same action in his childhood, his heart is faintly venting the accumulated hatred, there is no sympathy in his heart, some are just happy, happy that others are suffering in his childhood, and he will return the pain to others.

However, what is even more painful is that he still can't recall the face of the man who gave him lifelong pain, perhaps because he was accustomed to pain in his childhood, and he has no memory of the person who gave him pain, and whenever he wants to recall the face of that person, his blood expands, and his mentality is like madness, because the more he wants to recall the face of that person, the more blurred and incomprehensible the face of that person becomes, and the more he cannot understand it, and at this moment, too, in this most painful memory, he glimpses his cold iron hand, who took away his flesh and blood, who is itWho is it? Who is it? The world is so big that he can't recall the face of the person who gave him the most painful memory of his life.

He jumped up like crazy, and at some point there was a long wooden vine in his hand, and he whipped it on Shou'er's back, and shouted: "Why? Why don't you remember the face of the enemy, why do you forget, why, are you still human? Are you still human?"

He whipped at Shou'er one by one, Shou'er's body trembled, how could he endure such pain, he cried loudly, Fu Dongliu's anger was even stronger, "You are still crying, you heartless thing, you are still crying, can you still cry?"

He whipped Shou'er as if he were whipping his childhood self, and he hated his childhood deeply, and now this hatred was endlessly vented.

Shou'er's crying also became louder and louder, and he shouted while crying: "Don't beat Shou'er, Shou'er will be very well-behaved, Shou'er will be very well-behaved, obedient and obedient......"

Fu Dongliu didn't have any mercy, although it was a short wooden rattan whip, it emitted great power in his hands.

It wasn't until Shou'er's cry became smaller and smaller, and finally it was faintly moaning, and it wasn't until Shou'er's body stopped struggling and lay on the ground that he no longer moved, that Fu Dongliu threw away the wooden vine that was about to break as if he had vented his hatred.

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At the foot of the mountain, and to the northeast for more than 20 miles, the fox bald stopped, looked at the surrounding high mountain rock wall, suddenly saw not far away on the mountain wall with a deep white ash painted a curved mark, he looked stunned, suddenly raised his neck, raised his head to make a low whistling sound, Fu Fu made a third whistling sound, from the decayed grass of the rock wall jumped out of the two big men in blue clothes around him, when he saw the fox bald, he was surprised, bowed to the ground, and said: "It's the Lord, the Lord...... Where have you gone? ”