Chapter 154 This floating life is a fate

He didn't say what to leave. The deepest part of her consciousness is to leave the world. This is a nightmare that she can't escape in her previous life and present life. Two close relatives say goodbye to her in the same way. She can bear such a blow once or twice, but she is no longer willing to face the third time.

"Okay, let's pull the hook." She said lightly and stretched out her little finger at the same time. Her two mothers, whenever they think of it, are the softest place in her heart, even if she is already invulnerable.

There was a trace of surprise in his eyes, but he smiled and stretched out his slender little finger and gently hooked her.

Under the red maple all over the sky, one blue and one red bodies snuggled together, and her long dark hair spread all over the ground. She raised her head slightly. He lowered his head slightly, and the light in his eyes gathered on the intersect little fingers at the same time.

The red sandalwood looked at the two interlaced fingers, and the light and shadow in front of her changed. She seemed to see the collapsed house in her previous life again. Her mother supported the collapsed wall for her with her hands. At the last moment of her life, she forced a smile and said to her, "Mu'er, live with your mother's happiness. Don't be naughty, let's pull..."

The mother's pale lips whispered, "Lah hook, hang, don't change for a hundred years. What's pooping is... little...dog..."

The voice became lower and lower, and finally disappeared with her life.

And her hands that support her whole world, how can they be empty to hook with her?

However, after being rescued later, she kept pulling her stiff little finger and shaking until she was buried safely.

At this moment, the temperature from the other end of her finger was beyond the reach of her desire at that time. She couldn't help learning her gentle face and tone in her memory. She said softly, "Hang hook and hang, don't change for a hundred years. What has changed is a puppy."

He just looked at her with a smile from beginning to end. He was a little surprised, but more tolerant and happy. He is not allowed to change for a hundred years. A hundred years, but only a lifetime. A person's life is just a gap. What's the defense for him from taking this life as a bet?

This floating life is originally a destiny.

Since the promise has been made and she took the initiative to make it, he was bound to seek justice for himself. He hooked the corners of his lips and said, "Who is the person Amu said before going to bed?"

Her indifference has always been like a piece of stagnant water, and no matter how big the stone is thrown down, there is no wave. However, today she let him see clearly that no matter how indifferent people are, they also have past events that they can't forget in any case. No matter how strong they are, they also have vulnerabilities. These are gaps.

Red sandalwood's eyes were a little confused, close to the heat source. She thought about it for a long time before she slowly remembered the situation before falling asleep. She was in a trance. There was something she didn't care too much about. Thinking of the dream just now, she curled her body into a posture that she thought was safe and said, "She is...my mother...mother."

That person is her mother. She loves her mother very much. It's also reasonable!

The deep wave light in Danfeng's eyes is like smoke and willows are blown away in an instant. The corners of his mouth are happily raised, tightly wrapping the person curled up in his arms into his chest.

She has never been so vulnerable. Three years ago, she could be blood stained with martial arts and fight against the heroes. Three years later, she was so tough and tough that everyone thought that she would never bow her head without pain. They regarded her as the most solid reliance, but who knew that she was also difficult to heal. Does the wound need to be relied on?

He gently put his jaw on the top of her soft hair, looking at the red maple in front of him and thinking about all this.

In fact, at the beginning, he didn't treat her as an impeccable person. At first sight, she was the little teenager he aimed at after accidentally losing the bet. The soft touch from his lips was really not like a boy.

Yushan carried her on her back all night. From night to dawn, he carried a small person on his back, light and weightless. How could he be a ruthless iron-colored teenager?

Later, when I saw her, she lay in her master's arms with blood all over her body, dying, and there was no sword and whip at all. She was so fragile that she would disappear in a trance.

Yes, they were not aggressive from the first sight. Even though she was cold, she always made him feel soft and nostalgic. In his eyes, she is not a ruthless teenager who has refreshed the martial arts ranking list, nor is she an iron-blooded and cold teenager leader. She is just his Amu, a woman with clear brilliance and indifference, but in fact ** slender.

"Amu, if you cry secretly, I will definitely laugh at you. If you are sad, let it out." His smiling voice was as natural as what to eat this morning.

She held her legs with both hands and spread her long hair all over the ground, which was the most common action she did once she got out of control in her previous life. After hugging for a long time, she raised her head and put her chin on her arm. She looked at him slightly and saw that his smile was more eye-catching than Hongfeng. I don't know if she was in a bad mood. She couldn't help but want to curse again: "Demon."

She didn't just think about it. It turned out that she really opened her mouth.

Naturally, she didn't cry. It was the last time she cried when her mother died. How could she allow herself to remain vulnerable?

With her scolding, he laughed even more enchantingly. There seemed to be a trace of gravity in Danfeng's eyes. The demon was not a moment. He put away his smile and looked at her seriously as usual, "Amu, let's live a good life."

She couldn't help looking at him. When did she not live a good life? She is living a very good life. She shakes her arms and shouts that the three armies are in full swing. Today, it is just a special case, and she will naturally recover.

But in the end, he was appeasing and encouraging her. She, who had always been deeply righteous, nodded and slowly stood up and said, "Okay, go back and continue to live."

When you go back, it's the continuation of the war. It's also a kind of life.

She had stood halfway on the ground, but was stopped by him halfway. She lost a doubtful look. He smiled and bent down to pick her up directly and said, "It's not convenient for you to walk now. If you don't want to leave traces all the way on the ground, you have to do."

She is not a twisted person. At present, she adjusted her position, hung it steadily on his chest, and said with a faint smile, "Yes, thank you Lanlan for your help."

"If you really thank you, just listen to me. No matter how busy you are, eat on time, you are too thin..." The soft fallen leaf ground was stepped on by gentle footsteps, and the bloody clothes were swinging, and a few pieces of red maples followed.

This side has just experienced some twists and turns, and the other side of the camp has also ushered in some twists and turns.

"It's cool, it's so cool. It's said that the country is usually entangled and entangled, just like the mountains and forests, it's into the cobwebs with flies, dizzy! It's really a pleasure to kill. It's such a bad breath!" The general walked to the camp with a bright smile, and the laughter continued from outside the camp to inside the camp, which showed his happiness.

Yes, I was defeated all the way. I finally had a good time. I was so angry that everyone was happy.

But except for him, it was strange that no one laughed out loud. On the contrary, the camp was surprisingly quiet, only his loud laughter echoed empty and extremely strange.

Xin Yan's laughter broke in his throat. Although the excitement in his heart was still jumping, the general's body cliff for many years was not white. He soon found the difference. Looking at the drooping soldiers in the camp, he really couldn't figure out what was wrong with them? During this period of time, they have been regarded as fighting spirit high under the leadership of the leader. Why has it become like this after winning a big battle now?

Moreover, every day when he walks around the camp, passing soldiers will take the initiative to come forward to say hello to him. Today, these people don't even raise their heads when they see him walking in front of him. Strange, too strange, his heart sank, and his intuition was that something big had happened during his expedition.

But what else can have such an effect in addition to war now?

He couldn't wait. He grabbed a nearby soldier and shouted, "Raise your head."

The soldier's body shook, raised his head with difficulty as if there was a black cloud, and tried to focus his eyes on him, but his lips were tightly squeezed and his hands were clenched into fists.

Xin Yan looked at his reaction, and his worries became bigger and bigger. He shouted and asked, "Is there something big happened during the period when I left?"

The soldier swallowed his saliva and looked at his companions who did not dare to raise his head. His legs were weak, and he knelt on his knees. He bowed his head and pleaded, "Please ask the commander's personal guard."

It's better to say it from them than to say it. After all, they are the people who follow the leader all the way.

Xin Yan's heart sank. Commander, did something happen to him? Is there something wrong with him? How could he have an accident at this juncture?! He couldn't take care of so much. He left the kneeling soldiers and walked to the main account at the fastest pace.

In front of the main account, he finally saw a familiar person. If it hadn't been because he was one of his captains, I'm afraid he would have ignored his existence.

"Curse." There was still some distance away, so he couldn't wait to ask, "Where's the leader? Where did the commander go?"

It seemed that this taxi did not hear his words and still hung his head as if there was no breath of life. It was not until his feet had stopped in his drooping sight that he raised his eyes filled with gray fog and turned mechanically twice and said dryly, "Omendant, injured, falling off the cliff..."

Injured and fell off a cliff. How could he be injured by such a profound martial arts? How many people in the world can hurt him? His eyes condensed, and his breath was heavy in an instant. Yes, he stared at the soldiers in front of him and held his breath and asked, "But Muta took action in person, and the commander..."

Curse nodded, and his heart sank every time, and there was no more thunderbolt than this. The failure of leaving the country is due to his appearance, and if he is not there now, it is self-evident what he represents. He gritted his teeth and asked word by word, "What the hell is going on?"