Nine Heavens

Qingshi Villa, Liu's small courtyard, Liu's couple, three children, and a tiger-striped cat.

In March of Yangchun, the red sun is rising slowly.

The clouds and clouds in the eastern sky are full of the unique peace of spring.

The sun was shining softly on everyone's face.

A trace of sweetness, strands of love.

A new day of life begins again, the beginning of beauty, and the end, I can't tell.

It seems that the only time each of us really has is the moment in front of us.

Yesterday is gone, time does not flow back, the past is no longer owned, so everything about yesterday is only memory.

Then tomorrow, tomorrow can only be regarded as a kind of expectation, who knows the fate of tomorrow!

Liuhe East stared at the east and thought chaotically, that black cloud seemed to grow bigger and stronger, and then swallow the bright red sun.

Liu Qianlang was breathing in the fragrance of flowers in the morning, stretching her waist.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a cold gaze shooting at him.

It was a bloodthirsty look, and Liu Qianlang shivered involuntarily.

But this look is so familiar, where have you seen it?

Liu Qianlang looked at the vast Longyun Mountain and searched for memories.

Oh, last night, yes, last night!

Impossible, it is so small, and that tiger is so big, but why are those cold eyes so similar.

Liu Qianlang looked at the tiger-striped cat in Liu Shifeng's arms again, and the tiger-striped cat seemed to have seen through Liu Qianlang's thoughts, and immediately restrained the coldness, his eyes became blurred, looking very docile.

But Liu Qianlang has a feeling that it is pretending.

With the rising sun, the sky became brighter and wider, but Liu Qianlang's thoughts returned to yesterday evening...

Under the setting sun, the little girl happily threw stones into Crescent Lake, sparkling water and flowers.

The splashing of the water frightens the timid bird.

Through the falling water, Liu Qianlang suddenly saw a face.

A tiger's face, on this face, two cold lights shot out from the eyes, and they were shooting towards him!

Those two cold lights were so cold, as if two ice swords had pierced my chest!

Instinctively, Liu Qianlang grabbed the little girl's hand and was about to run away.

But he let go again, because he realized that for a while, Cheng Yuanfang also saw that face.

He frowned and immediately returned to normal. Cheng Yuanfang looked at Liu Qianlang's trembling hands and nodded.

He glanced at the little girl and shook his head, signaling Liu Qianlang not to move.

Cheng Yuanfang looked at Liu Qianlang and said softly:

"Midnight, Crescent Lake!"

Then, Cheng Yuanfang continued to play with the little girl.

"Hmm! As expected of Uncle Cheng's son, I admire him!"

Liu Qianlang secretly admired in his heart.

Liu Qianlang had a feeling that those two eyes were extremely cold when they looked at herself and Cheng Yuanfang.

But when it looked at Sister Shifeng, it was very gentle.

It seemed to want to show up, but in the end it didn't, and quietly disappeared into the forest.

That is, the moment it left, the little girl yelled to go home and find her mother.

...

Late at night, on the shore of Crescent Lake, two teenagers, one in white and one in black.

"Haha, here we come, I'm really worried that you won't dare to come."

The black-clothed boy said with a smile, while slightly raising his head and staring into the distance.

"Come! Why don't you come?"

The boy in white smiled.

"Aren't you afraid of being eaten by it?"

"Afraid!"

"Why are you still here?"

"I came because I was afraid."

"oh!"

"If I don't come, I will be more afraid. When I come, I will face it directly, but I will not be so afraid!"

The boy in white said lightly.

The boy in black nodded slightly and said:

"Don't you find it strange that this white tiger finally escaped from the shackles of the five big chains, why did it appear again.

And it appeared near the Emerald Mausoleum, it is the Tiger King of Beishan! "

"I find it strange too, but what's even more strange is why it didn't attack us when we were by the lake in the evening?"

The boy in white added.

"It's very simple, its injury is too serious, it has no strength!

So I asked you to come out, let's catch him while it is hurt, so that my old father will not do anything after knowing it.

I think it's still around, we'll catch it in a minute! "

The boy in black answered in the affirmative.

The two teenagers chatted a few words on the shore of Crescent Lake, walked towards the Emerald Mausoleum under the moonlight, and hid behind the tombstone in the southeast.

The blue sky, a crescent moon.

Countless stars, simple, but beautiful.

In the peach blossom grove, the peach blossoms are rustling, and the fragrance is overwhelming. The two took a few breaths, and then squatted down.

The four eyes stared closely at the grass on the other side of Crescent Lake through the gap in the forest.

In the quiet night, time is passing silently.

After an unknown amount of time, the grass started to move, and the boy in black reacted very quickly, and the arrow that was fully drawn had already been shot.

However, he was stunned suddenly, he shot out with a stride, and unexpectedly pulled back the arrow that left the string.

He involuntarily threw his body forward, fell down, and poked the palm of his right hand on the rocks on the ground, the palm was punctured, and his hand was covered with blood!

The boy in black hit his head heavily on the steps of the stele and fell silent.

And the boy in white stared blankly at the grass in a daze.

A little girl in a skirt emerged from the grass, and behind her stood a huge white tiger.

With the appearance of a man and a tiger, there was a sudden wind in the world, and the sky suddenly darkened.

The crescent moon has long since disappeared.

But the huge white tiger in front of him had a silver brilliance flowing all over his body, his eyes glared coldly, his four legs planed wildly, and his iron tail swept across.

It was too tall and too strong.

And the little girl is so weak, it doesn't need to open its bloody mouth too much, it is enough to swallow that weak body whole.

At this time, the bloody mouth has already opened...

The boy in white came back to his senses and opened his mouth to shout:

"Sister Poetry, Sister Poetry..."

But the boy in white couldn't make a sound, his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he couldn't move no matter how hard he tried.

Tears, yes, tears flowed.

Crying is the most incompetent expression, but now the boy in white finds that the only thing he can do is to cry, silently.

tears.

It flows into the mouth, astringent, sour.

Tears flowed down the cheeks of the boy in white, and fell on the huge tombstone beside him.

The white-clothed boy tightly held a corner of the tombstone with both hands, excruciating pain from nervousness and fear.

His hands were worn out by the tombstone, and the blood from his ten fingers covered his palms, and then the blood flowed down the tombstone and slowly entered the body of the tombstone.

At this moment, the young man in white also fainted in confusion. At the moment of fainting, a soft call came from his mouth:

"Poem····································…"

The night, sometimes the devil, not only devours the light of the day, but also conceals the existence of evil.

This was the moment when the white-clothed boy passed out.

But he was too painful to notice that the tombstone he was still holding was changing.

The emerald monument in the southeast of the Emerald Mausoleum is blue all over, the blue of the blue sky.

The body of the stele has absorbed the tears of the boy in white, ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine tears, not one drop more, one drop not less.

The body of the stele absorbed the blood of the boy in white, ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine drops of blood, not one drop more, not one drop less.

The boy in white was at a loss, where did he have to shed so many tears and blood, could it be that his previous life was really a water god.

These words were made by an elder of the presbytery to tease himself. He also said that when he was a child, he could cry for three days without tears.

Why does it keep flowing, as if a demon is calling for his blood and tears.

In fact, the demon of fate was really calling, and his blood and tears unraveled a prehistoric curse, but he didn't know it himself.