Since Cui Yu discovered that day, she could use food to attract the arrogant little Lori of the burial soil, and in the past three months, Cui Yu has always prepared various delicacies for her in different ways, but even so, Cui Yu found that this little girl was still hiding from herself, as long as she saw that Cui Yu was still there, this little girl would never appear. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Many times, Cui Yu found that at the boundary of the stone gate, the little girl who was buried in the soil was looking at herself with tears on her face, biting her thumb and salivaing, but she couldn't live or die. Seeing Cui Yu find out, he immediately hid in the stone gate enchantment.

The angry Cui Yu had a black line on his head, some itchy teeth, and he wanted to bite too. But whenever she was in the distance, looking at the little girl sitting on the table and no longer had any aristocratic temperament, using her hands together, eating and drinking, Cui Yu was always very happy.

I don't know when a feeling of pity arose in Cui Yu's heart.

Looking at such a little person, when he tasted the food, the smile that was full of happiness and satisfaction from the depths of his soul, Cui Yu somehow wanted to shed tears, and always felt that this little doll was so pitiful.

Therefore, from the beginning, I hoped to rely on food to lure the little girl and reveal the secret of the purgatory copper furnace in her mouth. Now Cui Yu has already thrown these things to the sky, and the reason why she prepares food in different ways every day is to see the little face full of happiness in the burial soil and listen to her cheerful laughter.

On this day, the burial soil woke up in the lotus jade carving, and carefully folded the coat on the body, which seemed to have become a natural habit, and there was no need to think about it, and then look at the time is almost up, when I think of those strange and wonderful things, the saliva of the burial soil is about to flow out.

Although none of those things she knew, it didn't stop her from eating them, after all, the realm spirits had also told her that these things were something called food.

It turns out that this is the food mentioned in the books. When I think about it, I haven't eaten such a wonderful thing since I was born, so why should I eat it well.

Stretching a big lazy waist, the burial soil jumped out of the stone gate barrier. As soon as her big eyes rolled, her little head had already poked out of the barrier, but she immediately froze.

Not far away, the table was still the same table, the chaise longue was still the same chaise longue, but now, it was empty and deserted.

At this time in the past, Cui Yu could be seen busy delivering plates of wonderful food to the table, and then making a nasty grimace at himself, leaving with a smile, and then reappearing by himself, eating and drinking.

But what's wrong today, why can't I see a plate of food, and I can't see the man who has no grace.

The burial soil walked out of the enchantment, looked at the familiar table, and sat on it for three months, and there was a soft cushion specially prepared for her by Cui Yu on it, but now the cushion is still there, but the person is gone, no, it is the food that is gone, and the burial soil will not admit that he is thinking about that guy at the moment.

The burial soil covered his chest with his hands, and the expression on his face didn't know if it was loss, grievance or what.

"What's going on? Why is Hongu so uncomfortable and empty, what's wrong with Hongu?"

The eyes that had been misty were dim, and suddenly the burial soil knocked on the head, and said with a smile: "Oh, this palace is really confused, it is still dreaming, and it must not have woken up yet." Wake up quickly, Hongu is hungry. ”

"Oops!" The burial soil in a trance, not noticing her feet, stepped on her skirt and fell directly to the ground, the stinging pain in her knees made the burial soil inhale the cold air, but suddenly, she seemed to think of something, and the tears could not be stopped anymore, as if the floodgates had been opened, and welled up from her eyes.

On the desolate plains, a little man in a white gauze robe buried his little head in his lap and wept bitterly.

He also whimpered and muttered: "It hurts, it's not a dream, it's not a dream, why is there no good food, why, is the surname Cui already impatient and starting to hate me." Am I really going too far, he's angry now, and he doesn't want to give the burial soil any more delicious food. The burial soil is wrong, woo, the surname is Cui, the burial soil doesn't hate you anymore. ”

The burial soil is so sad and sad, and it is even more desolate on this vast plain.

As if thinking of something, the burial soil suddenly stopped crying, a smile appeared on her raised face, and she said to herself: "I thought of it, the book says that a martial artist must retreat when he breaks through the realm, maybe he breaks through the martial arts and retreats." Or, surnamed Cui, didn't you sleep lazy today and forgot to prepare food for the palace!"

Thinking of this, Futu suddenly felt that he had become very happy, and he got up, as if to convince himself more, and said: "This big lazy worm surnamed Cui dares not to prepare food for this palace, it's too much." Bengu wants to educate him well, but if Bengu tells him that Bengu has forgiven him, he will be very happy. Well, there are a lot of Lord Hongu, so I'll forgive him!"

While walking, while chatting all the way, the burial soil became the happy burial soil again, jumping and jumping, so happy. The little man walked towards Cui Yu's residence.

Coming to Cui Yu's door, the burial mound was erected on the waist of the little man, and he shouted arrogantly: "The surname is Cui, this palace has come to see you, why don't you come out to see the driver and ask for peace!" The crisp voice echoed in Cui Yu's small courtyard.

But a minute passed, two minutes passed, and there was no movement in the door of Cui Yu's room.

The little face of the burial soil, which was originally arrogant, slowly began to panic, and then really panicked.

There is no so-called reserve in the burial soil, and she is in a panic, she hurriedly rushed forward and retreated from the door of Cui Yu's room, but found that the room was empty, and Cui Yu was no longer in the room.

The burial soil was really anxious now, she hurriedly searched every corner of this small room, and kept calling Cui Yu's name in her mouth, but there was no response.

The burial soil told himself that maybe Cui Yu was practicing in another place, and then for a whole day, the burial soil searched all places, but no trace of Cui Yu was found.

The night is as cold as water, and the heart is cold.

The burial soil sat in her white lotus jade carving in a daze, holding the long gown left by Cui Yu tightly in her arms. The little man lost his soul, and the whole person was in a trance.

"Realm Spirit, Realm Spirit!" the burial earth cried into the air.

"What's the matter?" came a light girl. The voice seemed to come from all directions, making it impossible to know where the speaker was.

"Realm Spirit, you tell this palace, where did Cui Yu go, I can't find him!" said the burial soil with a whimper.

After a long silence around, the realm spirit finally replied and said, "Don't look for him, this morning, he has left the purgatory copper furnace and has not returned at this time. ”

After hearing this, the coat in his hand slipped from his hand, and he asked anxiously: "Realm Spirit, do you say that Cui Yu will come back?" Did he leave because he hated the palace, and did the palace go too far before, so he got angry and left. Is he really angry?"

In the same way, the realm spirit was silent for a long time before replying, "Yes, I don't know!"

After the realm spirit answered this time, it never responded to the burial earth, and no matter how the burial soil called, the realm spirit did not answer.

Futu looked at the coat on his legs, and somehow in his heart, he was angry for a nameless fire, and angrily threw away the coat, and the grievances in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and tears couldn't stop flowing.

The burial soil wept and shouted.

"Let's go, let's go, you don't want to bury the earth, you hate the burial, you don't like me, you all have to leave me. ”

"Father and mother, you left me here before I was born, and I never appeared again, and you don't want me anymore. Now that the surname is Cui, you don't want me anymore. Is this what this palace annoys you? Let's go, let's go, don't come back if you go. ”

The burial soil seemed to be crazy, picked up Cui Yu's coat, and then threw it to the ground, and then stepped on it fiercely, and after a while, his face changed, and he hugged his coat tightly in his arms as if he cherished it, crying bitterly.

Then he threw his coat away and waited for a while, then he picked it up and held it in his arms.

Cycle.

Xu was tired of crying, and the burial soil hugged Cui Yu's coat, lay down and fell asleep.

It's just that the immature little face is still full of painful tears, as if there are endless tears, and in my sleep, the burial soil is still whimpering and dreaming.

"You all go, I'm a child that no one wants, and no one wants......"

Day 2, Day 3, Day 4......

The burial soil would sit on Cui Yu's table every day, staring blankly at the sky, until she was sleepy and tired of crying, and then she would return to sleep in the white lotus jade carving.

But waiting, waiting, day after day, and finally waiting for endless bitterness and loneliness.

In the end, the burial soil simply slept in Cui Yu's room, looking forward to waking up one day, Cui Yu was looking at himself with a doting face, covering himself with a quilt, and the table was full of the delicacies he liked to eat.

Lying on the bed full of Cui Yu's smell, holding the unshapeable coat that had been ravaged by himself in his arms, he called Cui Yu's name in his sleep.

"Cui Yu, come back quickly, come back quickly, I miss you in the burial soil......"

A sparkling teardrop fell on the immature face......