"Squeak squeak!" One hundred and eight glared at this ruthless heaven and earth with hateful eyes, and suddenly roared bitterly, revealing his blood-red teeth for a long time! The meaning of this sentence is, how can this be reasonable! How can he treat one hundred and eight like this! One hundred and eight hates him like this, one hundred and eight hates him to death, there is no heavenly reason, no geography, no axiom and no mother's reason, there is no such reason in the world! One hundred and eight loves him so much, but he treats one hundred and eight so ruthlessly and unjustly, one hundred and eight vows not to love him again-

Never!

By no means means that one hundred and eight is not dead.

Of course, this is no joke, although one hundred and eight is not dead, but one hundred and eight is about to die! One hundred and eight is like a fish on the chopping board, although it can move, it is powerless to break free, and can only wait for death and wait for the tragic fate of being eaten. It's dark, it's very dark! The lion and tiger are coming, they're coming! One hundred and eight is trying their best to struggle! Although the sun is shining brightly at this time, the sky is always dark, and the lion and tiger are not, but there are still jackals! One hundred and eight can't move, one hundred and eight can't break free, one hundred and eight is about to die, and one hundred and eight is about to cry.

Now the situation is that one hundred and eight is tied to his head under the tree by his own belt, that is, hemp rope. on the trunk.

Wait for death.

This, at all, murder!

This is really not a good word! So ruthless! So ruthless! Count you ruthless! Wait and see! One hundred and eight hate, one hundred and eight simply hate him to death! One hundred and eight gritted his teeth and hated and decided, turned around and killed that ruthless and negative boss, and then became the boss himself! If you are unkind first, then don't blame me for being unrighteous, whoever dares to bully one hundred and eight like this, then his fate, hum, must be a death! One hundred and eight struggled again and again, trying to get out, and then chased after him and took revenge! Beat him to death with a stick! That's right, yes, why is the stick gone, the stick is gone, the stick is not found, the stick can't be found, the one hundred and eight are angry but there is no way, tossing for a long time and being tired and panting is about to die.

The head drooped, and there was silence for a while.

On Sansheng Peak, on the bank of Sansheng Stone, the two of them sat and talked, and there was no match.

"Fang Yin, one hundred and eight for you to tie up there, will it-" Yuan Yan'er said worriedly.

"No, you can't die, don't worry. "Fang Yin has no heart or lungs.

"You! It will be dark in a while, and it will be dark and cold there, hey!" Yuan Yan'er clenched her arms and shrunk her shoulders.

"Yes, yes, yes, but no!" Daoist Fang was concerned and considerate, and quickly took off his clothes!

"You, I, hey—"

It's dusk again, the mountain breeze shines through the thin shirt, and the warmth is still acceptable, and it is warm.

The people of the pulse are silent, both of them are speechless, they only look, they only look, they will not look at it, and they still don't dare.

Who lowered his head in a panic? Who is the heart that is hot and not afraid of cold?

On the Sansheng Peak, on the side of the Sansheng Stone, in the hazy or hazy, who knows the hazy mind?

God knows, the earth knows, you know, I know, no one knows, no one knows, what is said is still-

Worry.

The mountain is still the mountain, the water is still the water, the stone is still the stone, and the person is still the same person. People have also seen stones, and stones have seen people, goodbye, generally. The figure is still vaguely unable to see the true face of the real person, and the smoke and mist only reproduce the past, like a dream, waking up from a dream for a year. What doesn't change is the heart, what changes is the heart, this time Fang Yin's heart is very calm, as if he knows that it is his own, fate. Fang Yin didn't think about it, he didn't have time to think about it, he said a lot, but he didn't seem to say it, he just hated that time passed mercilessly and hurriedly and couldn't keep it, but, just, he didn't want her to go.

"The tigers, leopards and beasts in the mountains are gone, and the eagle vulture is also rare, and a group of coyotes came before last and beat me away, you say, who will eat it?" It is one hundred and eight, this is nothing to say, Yuan Yan'er smiled: "Only you don't eat it, and no one eats it." Fang Yin smiled: "This monkey is so naughty in peacetime, if you don't teach it a lesson, you won't remember your surname for a long time, haha!" Yuan Yan'er covered her mouth and chuckled: "Just like you were naughty back then, right?" Fang Yin was stunned and sneered: "Yes, yes, almost, haha!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, remembering that time.

"Fang Yin, why are fierce beasts and birds of prey rarely seen in this mountain?" asked Yuan Yan'er with a smile. Fang Yin shook his head: "How do I know? It's true, uh, strange!" Yuan Yan'er nodded and said, "It's Uncle Su, my father said it." Fang Yin suddenly smiled and said: "It's him, it's him, sure enough, it's him!" I guessed it was him, and when I asked him, he didn't say it! Yuan Yan'er shook her head and sighed softly: "Uncle Su is a person with a story, he was like you back then, do you know?" Fang Yin smiled and disagreed: "Fooling around like me? Useless like me? Or is it as unmotivated as I am?" Yuan Yan'er glanced at him, and then looked at the sky: "Fang Yin, I'll tell you one more thing, you listen—"

It was already early, and Fang Yin listened respectfully.

"In that year, it was also the Mid-Autumn Festival, and my father was the first place. Fang Yin was slightly startled, and then smiled with relief: "I'll just say! "Mu Lao Dao, old miscellaneous hair, Daoist Fang hasn't seen him for a long time, and he has almost forgotten him: "Heh!"

"Another three years have passed, and in the last competition, there was a person who defeated my father, and then defeated Uncle Mu, and defeated everyone, guess who he is?"

"This, how do I know, he is?"

"You didn't know just now, and you still don't know?"

"Could it be that it is, old man!"

is Su Lao Dao, is Su Dao Chief, and is also Su Shi's uncle, Yuan Yan'er said seriously: "It's Su Shi's uncle." Fang Yin was speechless for a long time, and was greatly surprised in his heart! It was unexpected, but it also made sense, thinking back to his person, Su Lao Dao was already mysterious and strange in Fang Yin's heart, and he was a Shinto person: "This old guy has a set!" Fang Yin nodded with a smile, as if he had a lot of emotion. Yuan Yan'er got up, looked at her, and said softly: "Fang Yin, you still don't understand, Uncle Mu was lazy and arrogant and had fun back then, and he was also a late student who was once looked down upon by others, but now he is in charge. Uncle Su was even more arrogant back then, and finally said that he wandered around the mountains to have fun and was even more casual than him. Fang Yin, as long as you are willing to make progress, you are not afraid of early or late, when I mention them, I am talking about you. ”

Fang Yin listened quietly, and his heart suddenly surged with pride: "I understand!

Yuan Yan'er nodded lightly and smiled: "It's dark, I'm leaving." ”

It's dark, and it's time to go, but Fang Yin is still reluctant in his heart: "I, I'll send you again." ”

The road is in front, the road is behind, I only hate that the road behind me is too short, and there is a road ahead that cannot be walked! The small hill is a small hill, and the lights have been seen faintly, and it is here, or break up. It's reluctant, still reluctant, reluctant she has to go, the fragrant shoulders are narrow, the green robe is wide, and the style is particularly beautiful. My fair lady, why don't you ask for it! Please, please, please, please, please,

Don't say goodbye to the moon on a hill after dusk.

People go, clothes stay.

Yuan Yan'er turned around and smiled: "Is there anything else?"

"I ......"

"It's not too early, let's go back. ”

"I ......"

"I know, I'm gone. ”

"I'll read a poem to you!"

The beautiful woman returned with a smile like a flower: "Tell me about it?"

The moon is as bright as a silver wheel, shining as clear as the water of the heavens and the earth, and the eyebrows are like a beautiful life, which shows the girl's water and spirit.

Daoist Fang was flustered for a while, his face was red, his neck was thick, but fortunately, he had been prepared, so he recited poems, recited poems-

The jade muscle ice is the bone, and the autumn water is a god,

The shadow is not dancing, and the silent language is more true.

Singing the bright moon through the ages, who asks the lone star?

It's better to send cloud clothes, but you are wearing one.

After being silent for a long time, Yuan Yan'er lowered her head and said softly: "It's really difficult for you, I, I ......"

It's not difficult for Fang Daoist, people come to look at the moon, he will come to a Yongxing, people borrow the moon Yongzhi, he will send clothes to send love, left and right can not let others to compare, the open and secret robbery can be described as well-intentioned! This is also good, the situation and the scenery, not bad, the talent is the talent, this Yuan girl, but it is also difficult for Yuan girl. That's good, it's a long story, this is not bad, just confessed again, Miss Yuan was very embarrassed for a while. The girl's mind was as ethereal as the clouds in the sky, and it was not long before she knew that it was the time of the full moon: "After the Mid-Autumn Festival, I came to you." ”

Miss Yuan left a word and left, or rather, ran away.

It seems to be crying.

A man stood alone, not knowing how long he stood alone, with the moon in the sky.

A sky full of stars.

Finally turned around slowly and walked away like a lost soul.

All the way to Baicao Peak.

Look at you, hateful people!

Sure enough, there is only motherhood and no justice! Sure enough, heavy color and light friends have no heart and no lungs, and they just put their brothers in a desperate situation and ignore them!

One hundred and eight are dead!;