He's dead!

One hundred and eight miles away, back and forth, up and down, reaching up and down, reaching out and tossing for a long time, finally made the above judgment.

Then he stood at the head of the bed with a regretful face, looking at him silently, as if to say goodbye to the remains.

An old man lay upright on the bed, his eyes closed and his face pale and lifeless.

Yes, dead.

One hundred and eight squeaked twice, and made the following conclusions about the cause of his eldest brother's death.

Deserve!

Incisive, incisive! Isn't that what you deserve? What you deserve is--

Look for death!

Obviously, if you can't beat people, you want to fight, but you won't make the knife biased, and you say that you don't want to rob the mother of the male! If you don't listen, you don't listen, you don't listen, what is the result? Shengsheng let his own knife hack him to death, who do you blame for this? What do you say this is called? Do you say that there is still an axiom in the world!

This was expected by one hundred and eight.

And the black ominous knife was at the head of the bed, and one hundred and eight glared at it with great disgust, and regarded it as a snake and scorpion! When it was thrown away, it was thrown away from a hundred and eight thousand miles, but one hundred and eight was not even willing to touch it! Some words must be made clear, why one hundred and eight make a stick? Because a stick without a blade will not cut the hand when touched, and it can also make a person's head break and bleed with the same majesty and spirit, so the stick is one hundred and eight's favorite, and it has always been.

Because one hundred and eight have already touched it.

Stick!

One hundred and eighty-one jumped in shock, and finally found that his hands were empty!

Mo no, Mo no, still in the hands of that pear child?

Oh no! Oh no! One hundred and eight are in a hurry, and they are in a hurry!

Of course, one hundred and eight dozen children have bad memories, and everyone knows that being able to recall where the stick is at this time is already a sign of progress and maturity. Of course, a bad memory has its own bad memory, and after a while, the attention of one hundred and eight has been completely attracted by a bug on the wall. It's a big gray gecko. One hundred and eight swooped down like lightning, and got half a tail.

It can move!

One hundred and eight also has a tail, will one hundred and eight move after the tail is broken?

One hundred and eight decided to give it a try, so one hundred and zero grabbed the black knife and slashed at his own tail!

Then get a hair.

It will also move!

It was the out-of-body incarnation of one hundred and eight.

One hundred and eight jumped out of the house to play crazy alone, jumping around and looking completely free from the pain of losing the magic stick and the shadow of the death of the eldest brother, and playing until it was dark, he was still a hundred times more energetic!

In the end, he carried the magic stick and came back to find his eldest brother and played.

Huh, dead man, who is this?

Big brother, big brother, big brother, one hundred and eight front feet just left, back feet come back, this is only a little bit of effort, why are you so alive.

Dead?

It's a dream again, a dream that isn't fun.

and shall not wake up.

There are two mountains on the eyelids, and there is still endless darkness.

Is this in a dream, in a dream, in a dream?

Wake up, wake up, why don't you wake up, you can't wake up, this is a dream, this is a dream.

Silent dreams.

There was a sound, like a dream.

"One person is ruined, one person is discredited, and no one really gets ...... this time"

"Misfortune is a blessing, loss is gain, but it's child's play, why take it seriously?"

"Child's play, child's play, ha! Senior brother, just like you and I back then—"

"Back then, back then, heh! Why mention it again, drink and drink, pour and pour!"

"Senior brother, this wine is still so unpleasant, light and tasteless, as if it was made of swill. ”

"What kind of wine in the world is really good? Tell me, and I will make it for you. ”

"I don't want to see you for a few years, senior brother, your temper is much better haha!"

"People always change, let alone getting old, getting old, getting old. ”

is old, he is old, an old miscellaneous hair, an old demon Dao, they are all good old friends of Fang Daoist.

Although Daoist Fang was half-dead and only suspected of dreaming, Daoist Fang still understood in his heart.

This is Baicao Peak.

After all, this is not a dream.

I only heard Mu Zhangjiao smile and sighed: "Those strange things are naturally the handiwork of senior brothers, haha!" Su Dao Chang said lightly: "A few playthings, not worth mentioning." Mu Zhangjiao smiled and said: "Senior brother is talking about playthings, how can he play with his heart?" After a moment of silence, Su Dao Chang sighed softly: "Experience a little more at this time, and you can be stronger in the future." Mu Zhangjiao then laughed: "Senior brother has always been high and withdrawn, but this time he really took it seriously, haha!"

After a while, the chief said, "I thought I would never be afraid of loneliness again, but, but, yes, he gave me a lot of happiness. Mu Zhangjiao smiled: "He's like you back then, isn't he?" Su Daoist said: "He also looks like you back then, but he's just him, and everyone has everyone's personality." After another half of the night, Mu Zhangjiao sighed: "Everyone has everyone's story, whether it is wonderful or not, only in one's own heart is it, I really know." ”

Yes!

It's her! It's her! Fang Yin's eyes widened suddenly, and the world in front of him was half-bright and half-dark! Dizzy, just like the spirit of a trance, the cold moonlight shone on the wall of the bed, shining on the pale and dull cheeks, and she felt extremely dazzling! The body was wet and cold, and there was no pain, but the face was cold and wet, but it was very uncomfortable! I wanted to struggle to get up, but I didn't have the strength, and the intertwined light in front of me turned into a pretty face.

It's her, it's still her.

Even if the heart is broken, even if the heart is dead, even if the heart is broken, it is still her, it can only be her! She is the one who really has one heart and cannot give up! She is the one who is moved by thought, moved and emotional, but the soul is moved! She is the one who sheds blood and tears for it, and does not return to her liver and intestines, and she does not return to her liver and intestines, and she is what nonsense is this! This is not a dream, it is not a child's play, this is clearly a vigorous battle, it is a sad play, wrong, wrong, wrong! This is not a play! This is not a play!

How can you be sad, and how can you shed tears?

"Come out, boy, when you wake up, you have to lie there and pretend to be dead, haha!" This is the voice of the old man, he is a heartless person: "Don't pay attention to him, drink." "This is what Su Lao Dao said, this person is also a ruthless and unrighteous person: "Squeak! squeak!" There is also a hundred and eight, which sounds like snoring and panting.

Daoist Fang slowly got up and slowly walked out of the door.

A full moon came into view, and the stars twinkled and the Milky Way was brilliant.

Under the moon, a monkey staggered and jumped, like a dance.

Of course one hundred and eight is here, and one hundred and eight is already drunk, in fact, one hundred and eight is drunk.

In front of the room, there is a table, a pot, two cups and two stools, and the two of them raise their glasses to invite the moon to drink each other, talking and laughing, looking very leisurely.

It seems that nothing has changed.

Yes, it was a lot of blood, and it was just a skin injury, and no one really took it to heart. For them, it's just a trifle. It's gone, it's gone, it's like a dream, but it's just a dream. Fang Yin stood silently in front of the door, looking at the distant mountains and close-up scenery in front of him, only to feel a little cold on his body, and a faint melancholy in his heart.

Mu Zhangjiao said with a smile: "Boy, tell you three great things! First, everyone unanimously agreed that you are the first in this Mid-Autumn Festival competition! Second, from now on, you are the 38th generation of my Shangqing Dynasty disciple. Third, the girl of the Yuan family, uh, is already your person, haha!" Daoist Fang's heart moved, he glanced at it, and sighed: "Old Zamaoer, if you lie too much, you will not die well after all." ”

"Hahahaha! It's extreme!" Mu Zhangjiao laughed and said: "It's a young man, you see a lot of blood, but you went to the ground in one day, haha!" "Yes, this is the next day, so it's lying down for a day and a night." Daoist Fang was weak, Daoist Fang was in a bad mood, Daoist Fang didn't want to talk nonsense and didn't bother to pay attention to him, and stood there listless for a while. I didn't feel it for a while. The face is cold and full of ointment, but I am afraid that it is.

It's broken.

"This is chicken soup, drink it while it's hot!" Mu Zhangjiao picked up a crockpot and greeted warmly.

It's fragrant!

One hundred and eight staggered over, spread his hands and gestured to take it-

"Go, go, there's you everywhere! It's not for you, go away, go away!" Mu Zhangjiao scolded again and again, shaking his head. One hundred and eight was furious! This person! I don't know who one hundred and eight is! One hundred and eight has great magical powers, and his skills are outstanding, and eating a little of you is giving you face! This is to give him a shame! At that moment, one hundred and eight raised his eyebrows and grinned, raised his arms and raised his fists, and began to scold him angrily and intimidate him, looking extremely dissatisfied and excited!

Besides, one hundred and eight drank too much, and it was no longer one hundred and eight.

Lao Tzu is the first in the world!

The chief yawned, got up and walked away: "Go to bed." ”

Mu Zhangjiao then got up, nodded and smiled: "Senior brother, Changtian farewell." ”

It's out of interest.

"Boy, when you recover from your injury, you will go to Shangqing Peak to find me, and I will tell you something. Mu Zhangjiao left a sentence and strode away.

The chief of the dormitory went back to the house to sleep on his own, and passed by the Taoist priest.

There is generally nothing to say.

Daoist Fang was in a bad mood, but he also wanted to calm down and think about it alone.

One hundred and eight got what he wanted, and several put his head into the crockpot, and drank happily.

Under the moon.

One person, one monkey.

Relatively, sitting.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is still so round, round and full.

However, the heart is lacking.

It can't last long.