Three days have passed. Zhang Suxin has obviously been silent a lot these days. The smile on his face was gone. The three big men in the family tried their best to make Zhang Suxin feel better.

Seeing that the days were approaching day by day, Zhang Sen's heart was also a little anxious. It's not that I'm afraid to go to war. But for his sister, he is really a little relieved.

The starlight was sprinkled, and Zhang Sen stood silently outside Zhang Suxin's room, his body blending with the night. Looking through the bright light of the window, I looked at the figure in the room that looked a little lonely. I feel more and more guilty. It's just a teenage girl whose parents don't know where to go. Now, even the closest brother who has been dependent on each other since childhood has to leave him. The misery is really not enough for outsiders.

The evening wind blew wantonly, and Zhang Sen shook his body and felt a little cold. Take another look at the figure reflected in the window. Hesitated. He stepped forward and made a gesture to push open the door, grasped the handle with his hand, and slammed his body. Struggling a few times. The arm was slowly lowered. After all, I didn't know what to say, so I turned around and left.

The wind continued to whine and cry. The thin figure in the nest became more and more clever

Lie quietly on the bed. Zhang Sen opened his eyes, his mind was full of the scene when he and Zhang Suxin were in the broken temple, sleeping together, eating together, working together, thinking about it, Zhang Sen suddenly had a violent mood in his heart and began to wreak havoc. So, he closed his eyes with some difficulty. Go straight to the depths of the sea of knowledge.

Zhang Sen, who was dressed in black, looked at the white clothes and began to appear. Nor are they spoken. With one hand in a false grip, a regular army, the knife appears. He waved it casually in his hand. And he took it in his hand, and stood still in place.

Zhang Sen opened his eyes and looked at the black clothes standing with a knife with an expressionless face. He took a deep breath, then grasped the hilt of the gray mist with both hands, and silently began to run towards the black clothes. The footprints behind him were trampled on by him very steadily, and naturally, a surging momentum began to accumulate.

Black's eyes narrowed, his right leg retreated, and his other hand grasped the hilt of the knife. The broadsword slowly rose to the waist in a straight line. The body crouched slightly. Hold still, gather momentum.

When the two of them approached, Zhang Sen's arms and muscles burst out, and he shouted violently! The big knife held in both hands carried Huo Huo from top to bottom, and resolutely slashed down at the head of the black cloth!

The black-clothed eyes widened suddenly, ignoring the sharp blade falling above his head. It's just that silently but coldly slashed the big knife in front of him towards Zhang Sen's waist!

The two big knives are getting closer and closer! But the two of them have no intention of changing their tactics halfway!

Finally, the blade touched the bodies of the two men almost at the same time! Two lines, one vertical and one horizontal, appeared on the bodies of the two men. There was no blood eruption. There is no separation of the body. But the figures of the two of them dissipated at the same time! Where the two of them were standing, the gray mist suddenly boiled and rolled up, like an invisible beast that began to roar in pain! After that, the earth shook and the mist raged. What an apocalyptic scene!

Earthly. Zhang Sen on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, his face pale. The sweat on his forehead seeped down without money! He covered his head in some pain, but there was a relieved smile on his face. But the smile was distorted by painful muscles. Looking at it from afar, it's terrifying!

Know the sea. The lotus platform that sat down in black was stunned. His figure was even more sloppy. But he didn't care, just stared at a certain place with his eyes a little distracted. Whisper to yourself. Frangipani

The next day, Zhang Sen rarely did not get up early. I didn't know until Chi Daokuan went to his room to call him. He was sick and had a high fever. For him, who often regulates his body with medicinal diet, this is an extremely unscientific thing.

In front of the bed, Chi Yuan frowned and gave Zhang Sen a few prescriptions. Let Chi Dao grab the medicine with Zhang Suxin, who was full of anxiety. While packing up his tools, he said, "How can your divine consciousness be damaged?"

Zhang Sen's eyes looked directly at the horizontal wood on the volume, and his voice was a little hoarse. didn't answer Chi Yuan's question, but instead whispered a little: "Uncle Chi, you say, how can you be a qualified brother?" In his previous life, Zhang Sen was an only child, and now he is an orphan. This kind of experience, he really doesn't have.

Chi Yuan cleaned up his tools and slammed his body. Looking up at the orphan lying on the bed. "It's not your fault. ”

"Frangipani are still young. I can't even think about how much suffering I have endured over the years. But I'm still with her. And someone close to her. Now, I'm going to leave her again. What can she do in the future? Zhang Sen's tone was very calm, but the sadness hidden in his heart overflowed a little. Speaking of frangipani when she is still young, there is an indescribable pity.

"I don't know when I'll be able to come back. I don't know if I can come back. Zhang Sen pretended not to care and laughed twice. "But after all, I can't bear to be frangipani! This girl doesn't know how uncomfortable she feels! Why don't you say it?"

"When did you first see Frangipani?" Zhang Sen shook his head. He has always been a little reticent, and he seems to be very verbose. "At that time, I only knew that there was no pain in my body. I didn't have any strength, but I was still hungry. I can only lie on the ground and wait, wait, wait, and die. There was a black girl who somehow broke into my sight. It's a shame that the sunshine is there. He chuckled a little and continued. "This black girl is really stupid. I can't even take care of myself, but I still have to get some food for a guy I don't know. ”

"It's really interesting, a black steamed bun, hidden behind the body and taken out, taken out and hidden back"

"Zhang Suxin, Zhang Suxin. How did the name come from? Su, it's that rancid steamed bun. Xin, even if I'm a freshman, I'm really talented."

"Over the years, it's not so much that I've taken care of Frangipani, it's that Frangipani has taken care of me. A ten-year-old girl is going to do that thing of fighting wild dogs for food. The things that are snatched back by the partial birth will be given to a sick seedling. Why don't you think about yourself?"

"The blood on your hands is bleeding and bleeding, but why is your smile so sweet" As he spoke, Zhang Sen hid his head in the quilt.

"I'm still having nightmares, those bastards in the ruined temple that day. Damn it. Fortunately, there is the ruined temple. There was a pause. "It seems that we have to find a time to worship the land lord enshrined there. ”

"At that time, Frangipani was to blame me, if she was a little stronger, she could beat those bastards. There is no need to be frightened by Frangipani. You can build a big house for Frangipani. You can put on high heels for Frangipani. You can bring a jewelry necklace to Frangipani. You can drive a sports car for Frangipani."

Zhang Sen's voice became lower and lower, and his eyes became more and more chaotic. But the words in my mouth can't stop.

Chi Yuan sat in a chair. Looking at this poor and pathetic young man with a somewhat complicated gaze, it was only at this time that Chi Yuan could truly feel that this guy named Zhang Sen was actually just a child. A lovely child.

Stretch out your finger and tap between Zhang Sen's eyebrows. Burst of inspiration. Zhang Sen finally closed his mouth and fell into a dream with a smile on his face

Outside the door, a young man named Chi Daokuan looked helplessly at the girl who was sitting on the ground with his knees crossed and crying silently. It's a good life.