In the dream, the classmates slept really sweetly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In his memory, since he accepted the task at the age of twelve, he had never really enjoyed sleeping until he woke up naturally.

There is a saying that the greatest happiness in life is to count the money until the hand cramps, and sleep until you wake up naturally.

However, as a top killer, whenever the task is completed, the mobile phone passes over his bank account and adds a string of zero-hole things, he basically has no extra time, or has no interest in using the murderous hand to count some cold-blooded and ruthless things - yes, in the eyes of Meng classmates, money is just something cold-blooded, and flesh-and-blood lives are ruthlessly erased because of money. On the contrary, flesh-and-blood people, hot-blooded lives, without any resistance power, from birth to death, began to be firmly tied to the same chariot by this ruthless and cold-blooded guy, without it you can't live happily, and others are unhappy with it to let you live.

Life, perhaps, is a contradiction of countless extremes. For example, Meng traveled all over the world, took the first class cabin of a plane, lived in the presidential suites of various metropolises, and played in high-end clubs, and he never lacked beauties of all colors from various countries around him, but his feelings, all of them, were just passers-by in his life's journey, and he never felt that he had anything, and some of them may be countless scars and emptiness that can never be filled.

Perhaps, in Meng's consciousness, he just deeply grasps two things: one is to live for the sake of living, and the other is to go all out and do his best to complete every task perfectly.

When the old man accepted the first task, he had already warned him sternly, killers are a high-risk industry, and murderers must be fully prepared to be killed. The old man's words are by no means empty dogmatism, but they have really happened, in the eastern part of Europe, in the process of executing a traitorous political criminal, he was surrounded and sniped by seven retired experts from the Navy SEALs, after a series of life and death games of wits and courage, although Meng finally killed them one by one and successfully completed the task, but, after this battle, Meng completely said goodbye to the original casual slackness.

As it is today, in a strange world, in a strange place, beside a strange woman, there is no vigilance and defense at all, a pig sleeps sweetly, but when he stretches his waist lazily, and then slowly straightens his waist pole, at this moment, his consciousness still does not have a trace of nervousness, this status quo, if in the previous life, let the old man see, it is bound to immediately pull him off the horse, and then, without giving face to a fat beating.

It is estimated that the beating is also in vain, because,Dream classmate has no reason to let himself be lax.,If the person next to him is just a weak woman as an excuse.,Even he won't forgive himself.,Because,When performing the mission,Many times have encountered some beautiful women who look delicate and beautiful.,In fact,,They are highly skilled agents or killers.。

The sun has been very serious in the west, resulting in being blocked by the dense bamboo forest, leaving some more tenacious and unswerving dusk light after eliminating all difficulties, sprinkled with thousands of rays of light, so that the whole bamboo forest shows a kind of gorgeous xia dress like love has come to an end and put on a wedding dress.

The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk.

Hey, when something is comparable to dusk and dusk, it is often that even the most beautiful scenery still ends up making people sad and sighing.

For example, when a love that was once full of ideals and expectations came to an end in the wedding hall, we can't determine whether their married life in the dark night is a replica of a happy ideal, or a struggle of fission after the ideal is broken.

The focus in the eyes of classmate Meng seemed to have been plundered away out of thin air, looking into the distance, stunned.

It was also the dusk of a sunset, and it was also a picturesque bamboo forest.

She clutched his hand tightly like a drowning man grasping the only life-saving grass.

Behind her, estimated seven or eight meters away, stood a middle-aged man in a suit with a blue face. Standing next to him stood a group of men in black holding the world's most advanced German MP5 submachine gun.

Not far behind him, stood his nine brothers, all of whom held grenades ready to harvest life.

Although the middle-aged man in the suit was about to burst into flames, his face was still stiff, and he was swallowing Cuban cigars without a match, and he was forced to suppress great anger and impulse. Although, in terms of the number of people, he has an advantage, but not all the time, the number is an absolute advantage, for example, a hundred little sheep meet a vicious wolf, and the result is often only to fill the wolf's stomach. Of course, he knew that the people on the other side were the elite of the world's ranked elite, and if the battle broke out, his anger and impulsiveness would definitely not save his life.

The sword is drawn and the battle is fought.

In the end, he took her grip on the hand. He can't, he can't, he can't sacrifice his brother for his own selfish desires, even if he kills all his opponents in the end, but if one of his brothers dies, he is a heinous sinner!

This is a battle that is already doomed to lose without a start, and he can't afford to lose!

Therefore, his only decision was to choose to leave silently.

He turned.

Bang!

The woman fell.

It wasn't her husband who fired the shot, and it wasn't anyone else's.

It was the woman, it was she, who killed herself. One shot in the atrium is very accurate, accurate to the point that the heart struggle for 0.5 seconds is too late to completely die.

At that moment, he didn't look back, but his eyes were red, very red, red like blood.

The middle-aged man in the suit waved his hand and took the person away, without looking at his woman again, perhaps, no one can accuse him, a woman's betrayal is always a man's deepest pain!

He buried her with his own hands.

Faced with the cold soil, he wanted to cry, but he didn't cry.

The gray-clothed nun next to the horse also looked at him silently, looking at the pain and helplessness in her eyes, as if looking at a lost child in the barren mountains and mountains at sunset, lonely and unable to find his way home, he was so fragile and helpless, it made people sad and heartbreaking, and couldn't help but give birth to a love to help him.

It's really better to act than excited, the nun stretched out her white wrist and gently stroked the back of the dream's head, the dream suddenly trembled, it seemed, a trace of warm current slowly gathered, and then, slowly entered his body, purifying his uneasiness and washing his violence, very quiet, very peaceful, very warm.

Dream classmates' emotions, as if, after countless painful reincarnations, finally, thousands of sails have passed and obtained a bright new life.

He slowly turned his head and looked sideways at her.

Her hand left her palm due to the movement of his head, forming a void posture of raising his hand, but the expression on her face was still so calm and quiet, like a stream of clear spring water, bringing you eternal peace and tranquility.

Meng gently grabbed her hand and said softly, "Thank you." ”

The nun was not shy, just smiled slightly, perhaps, her beauty is not as good as the "fairy girl" in the valley, or even as good as the Helian butterfly in the house, but she made him feel a kind of tranquility and security that he has never felt before, yes, it is safe. With her, it is as if all the sin and darkness of the world have been lost. With her, I can't take the slightest precaution, the world's deceit, and the world's interests are tilted, as if she has been washed clean. Her eyes are also black and white, very clean, and her voice is gentle in the plain, which makes people feel as pure and quiet as listening to a baby lullaby: "Donor, it's not too early." ”

Meng looked at the sunset outside the bamboo forest in the distance, looked back at her, and gently shook her hand, "Not only have you been with me, but you have also eliminated the danger of me going mad, I, what should I do, you tell me, okay?"

The nun said softly: "Everything is a matter of fate, if the donor does not touch the scene here, the danger may not come, and you are here, I am here, this is the reason for the deep blessing of the donor, but there is no need to mind the poor or something." ”

Meng finally couldn't find a reason to continue to hold someone's hand, so he reluctantly let go, looked at the nun, and sighed: "Farewell at this time, I don't know when I will see you again." ”

Nun said: "When you meet, you will naturally see each other." ”

Meng frowned and said, "You monks, you like to study Zen machines, I don't know anything about the Great Compassion Mantra, the Ranga Sutra, and the Huayan Sutra." ”

The nun seemed to remember something, handed out a thin scripture from her sleeve, and said softly: "Your body was once occupied by a very strange and very terrifying force, originally, this power should be a very good thing for you to wash the marrow and cut off the bones, but because you are occupied passively and forcibly, it is not achieved by your own cultivation, so it always has a kind of reverse, when you are in a situation where your emotions are too intense, it is very easy to have problems, at least you will lose your skills, and at worst you will have to worry about your life." This is the 'Pure Heart Mantra,' which is always thought and contemplated, and has its own effect of making up for it. ”

Meng shook his head slightly: "I hate reading the most, don't." However, looking at the nun's expectant eyes, as if rejecting her was the cruelest thing in the world, I couldn't bear it, so I reached out and took the scriptures.

The nun lowered her head and said in a very low voice: "If you are not tired, come here, I will read, you listen." ”

Meng was slightly stunned: "Is it also here?"

The nun said, "Well, you can't go to the nunnery. ”

Meng looked at her quietly, suddenly jumped off the horse, opened his arms to the nun, and said softly: "If, I say, I want to hug you, and this hug has nothing to do with love, do you believe me?"

The nun looked up at him, his eyes were very calm and pure at this moment, and there was absolutely no trace of impurities.

Meng added: "Girl, I just want to hug you quietly, is it okay?" ”

The nun did not move, did not speak, and was silent.

There are many explanations for silence, such as reluctantly choosing to accept under strong oppression, such as greeting the other party's follow-up work with full expectations.

Meng classmate is a decisive person, his approach, naturally, is to cleanly remove all negative reasons, and then hug the nun in his arms in a bright light, hug it tightly, and then immediately let go of his hand, turned over the horse, turned around, and rode away.

A faint soft smile appeared on the nun's face, as if watching a fragile child slowly move towards strength under her own encouragement.

Meng suddenly turned his head in the distance and said loudly, "Girl, your name?"

Nun pursed her lips and smiled, extremely soft: "Aren't you going to ask next time?"

The nun smiled lightly: "Poor Dao Miaoyu." ”

Meng slammed his head hard: "Remember." Drive!"

The figure gradually faded away until it disappeared completely, and the nun sighed softly, put away her smile, and slowly turned around and walked towards the nunnery.

At the gate of the nunnery, a petite figure suddenly jumped out, as if he was going to touch a car with Miaoyu Nuny.

Miaoyu Nun reached out with her left hand slightly, grabbed a green-clothed nun, and scolded softly: "Senior sister, do you want to die?"

The age of the green-clothed nun should be almost the same as that of Miaoyu, and in terms of beauty alone, she should be more beautiful than Miaoyu, but she lacks the quiet and peaceful of Miaoyu.

The green-clothed nun crossed her hands on her hips and looked confident: "Why am I dead, it's you who died, senior sister? ”

Miaoyu was slightly stunned, and then her face flushed slightly, "Uh, I'm not a person destined for Buddha, his situation is more critical, and saving people is a top priority." I won't talk nonsense with you, I'll go get the 'Pure Heart and Beauty Pill', and then go to see the Seventh Lady of Nangong, you take care of the master." ”

"I want to go outside. ”

"Don't think about it. ”

"Hehe, you're afraid that I'll snatch you, right?"

"You-"