Sha Po Lang

Xiu Niang smiled and refused to retract her hand.

On her lips, she wiped the rouge bought by Shen Xie. The pale and dignified face was covered with a bright color, like a flower that was full of blood.

"I know that you have been wondering in your heart. Today we have a chance. It is better to make it clear - you are not my own," said Xiu Niang. "So, do you feel better in your heart?"

Chang Geng’s corner of his eyes twitched gently. He was young after all, and there was no city that could not be ecstatic.

In this world, no matter how good a friend, no teacher, no one can replace a mother, even a father can not - Chang Geng is not not eager for the mother, but sometimes, if you know it is not expected, you will not If you accept your life, it will be too bitter, and you will feel pitiful.

Chang Geng thought countless times, he can never be Xiu Niang's own birth, and now I got such an unintended answer, my heart is falling, I can't tell what it feels like.

The ominous premonition in Chang Geng’s heart gradually thickened and he asked on alert: “Suddenly tell me what to do?”

Xiu Niang looked at the mirror and looked at her face. It may be that the powder is too much, and her face is a little pale, so carefully dig a little rouge and apply it evenly on his cheek.

""Geng Geng" is the nickname I gave you," Xiu Niang said. "They of the Central Plains said, "There is Enlightenment in the East, and Chang Geng in the West." It comes out at dusk, and the Lord kills and is ominous. There is a world in your body. The most expensive and filthy blood is born to be a terrible monster, and the name is no longer matched."

Chang Geng replied coldly: "I was not born when you were caught in the mountains when you were in Shanxi. I couldn’t count the ten fingers. I have a few 爹---and the son of the robber, noble where?"

Xiu Niang was a little stiff, and she didn’t look back. Rouge couldn’t hide the paleness of her face. Her eyes seemed to flash a little bit of pain in her eyes, but it quickly subsided and turned into a crazy Calm.

Chang Geng's original memory was in a mountainous armpit. Xiu Niang always locked him in a cabinet with a musty smell. Through the cracks of the rotten wood, the young Chang Geng always saw the drunken mountain.

Those savage men either beat her or do something with her in the face of Xiao Changgeng.

At the beginning, the mountains were very strict with Xiu Niang. Slowly, seeing her weak and deceiving, she did not know how to resist, and she relaxed. Later she even let her out and let her serve the same as the servants in the cottage. Xiu Niang was poisoned in the well and hundreds of altar wines, and she didn't know where she came from.

She used a small bowl to hold a bowl of poisonous well water for Chang Geng. However, when he really drank, she seemed to regret it, and dug his throat to let him spit.

Xiu Niang put the half-dead Chang Geng in the small bamboo raft, carrying a steel knife in his hand, and saw that there was no gas, he went up to make up a knife.

Chang Geng remembers that she was wearing a red dress that was stained with blood. She poured the smoldering oil and the purple stream of the dagger’s possession into the mountains, and took the whole mountain to the torch and left with herself.

In his short life of more than ten years, Xiu Niang wanted to kill him many times, gave him poisonous wine, smashed him with a knife, tied him to the immediate tow, and even countless midnight dreams, her emotions suddenly lost control. Also tried to suffocate him with a quilt...

But every time he left the cliff and left him a little life.

Also left him an unrealistic fantasy.

Chang Geng said as much as possible: "You think too much, I have never regarded you as a mother, but I always feel that you hate me because I am the dirt left by your armpits."

Xiu Niang sat on the mirror and looked more and more white. For a long time, she suddenly sighed: "Child, I am sorry for you."

At the moment of exporting, Chang Geng’s thousands of guards and resentments almost collapsed. He realized that the grievances from childhood to large were easily resolved.

However, the fourteen-year-old boy used all his strength to hold back his tears, and then he asked tiredly: "What are you going to tell me now? Conscience found that to solve the poison on me, or simply kill me?" "

Xiu Niang looked at him with a strange look, as if the boy was a valuable artifact: "You know..."

Chang Geng: "Of course I know that from the day I landed in Yanhui Town, I didn't have a nightmare, even if I had a nap during the day, I would wake up from my nightmare."

Only except the night before - Chang Geng's thoughts were scattered in a moment, then suddenly repented and sixteen sighs.

Chang Geng: "I don't think I have made any achievements until I am so big, but I haven't done a few things that are guilty. How many more ghosts are knocking on my door? Is there a strange nightmare in the world?"

Xiu Niang's bright red mouth has a strange smile, her eyes slowly falling on the iron wrist buckle exposed on Chang Geng's wrist. There is a sharp light in her eyes, like a poisonous arrow hiding a pair of blackheads: "You still What do you know?"

Chang Geng subconsciously retracted the iron wrist buckle back into the sleeve, only to feel that the thing was stained by her.

"I also know that two years ago, outside the customs, the wolves who chased me were not ran by themselves, they were called. You are warning me, I can't run, you have a way to kill me, right? Chang Geng quietly said, "Only barbarians know how to manipulate those beasts. After you arrived in Yanhui Town, you have been in contact with the barbarians. I guess you are also a barbarian woman. When I was young, I was locked in the cabinet by you. Inside, I saw a man coming in to tear open your clothes, and there was a wolf on your chest."

Xiu Niang laughed lowly: "Barbarians, you actually call us barbarians..."

The more she laughed, the louder she was, and at the end she was almost out of breath.

Suddenly, Xiu Niang’s sharp laughter came to an abrupt end. She grabbed her chest and coughed up sharply. Chang Geng instinctively raised her hand and seemed to want to help her, then she reacted herself and twitched like a hand. Go back and grab the joints of the fingers.

A trace of blood flowed from Xiu Niang's finger joints and landed on the goose-yellow skirt with a shocking purple-black color.

Chang Geng was taken aback and went one step forward: "You..."

Xiu Niang grabbed his arm and tried to pull up the waist and shake it like a dead leaf in the cold wind. She gasped for a few breaths, and took half a piece from the bottom of the makeup box and licked the jade, with blood in her hand. Together, they were stuffed into Chang Geng.

Her face was white, the blood-stained lips were more glaring than the rouge, and a pair of blood-filled eyes stared at Chang Geng: "I don't call Xiu Niang, that is the name of your Central Plains woman. I call Hugel. It is the purple heart of the heart of the earth..."

She was stunned by her own words, and after another heartbreaking cough, she spurted a blood and dyed the sputum of Chang Geng.

"No... Xiang Zi's Ziliujin." The woman took a strange crying. Her breathing was faster than her, and her chest seemed to be a broken bellows. "My sister is a goddess of longevity, and the wolf **** is also awkward." Meteor, you..."

"You are the little monster I raised in one hand," she laughed like a sly smile. "No one loves you, no one really treats you..."

She struggled to hold Chang Geng's wrist, sharp nails pierced his flesh, and buckled the iron wrist buckle on the boy's hand: "This is the Xuan Tie light armored cloud wrist buckle - this is Xuan Tieying The **** are specially made, who gave it to you?

Chang Geng seems to be burnt, and pushes her away.

The woman fell on the dressing table and twitched curled up, her charming phoenix eyes wide and her eyes white.

"You have the "Ur bone" under me. I gave it the name of the Chinese dialect, also called "Chang Geng". Is it good... Listen?" Her cheeks twitched fiercely, and her mouth was white and bloody. It’s hard to separate, and the voice is blurred, but it doesn’t prevent Chang Geng from hearing clearly. “There is no match for the Ull bone, no one can detect it, no one will solve it... One day, you will grow into the world. The most powerful warrior will also begin to lose sight of nightmares and reality... you will become a powerful madman-"

Chang Geng stood in the same place, feeling that those who made him seem to understand and fluttered from his ear, and easily sewed his bones with ice.

"The blood of the goddess also flows in my chest, and bless you with the infinite power of my longevity. You... When you are in your life, you only have disgust and suspicion in your heart. You must be violent and murderous. Destined to pull them all together, no... no... well..."

The word "death" slipped out of her throat, and the woman's body twitched violently. Then she suddenly felt a little bit, and slowly turned her head and looked at the small sachet hanging down from the bed. There is a peace symbol in it. Xu Baihu once came home on duty and asked for her in a temple outside the city.

The woman's eyelashes gently twitched, and suddenly it seemed to be filled with tears. The tears washed her sinister eyes very gently, but it was only a moment of gentleness.

Her tightened pupil finally blows the light and pulls out the wax, and she spreads out in a deadly manner. The woman in the costume sighs in the most vicious curse of the world, and then wraps the final temperature and falls down heavily.

No one loves you, no one really treats you. When you are in your life, you will only have abhorrence and suspicion in your heart. You will have to be violent and murderous. Everything will be devastating. It is destined to pull all of them together and not die.

In the raging fire of the summer, Chang Geng stared blankly at the body on the dressing table, holding the iron wrist buckle stained with blood.

Why is she doing her own?

Why does she hate him like this? And why did he raise him so big?

... What is the iron wrist buckle of Xuan Tieying?

Who is Shen 16?

Xiu Niang’s curse seems to have been exerted. A child’s initial trust and closeness to the world comes from raising his parents without reservation, and Chang Geng has never been.

Even if he is so generous and benevolent, his heart is forced to stretch his doubts and guards from time to time, and he will be like a funeral dog with a tail, even if he is eager to die for that kind of human warmth. Trembling once and for all.

Chang Geng suddenly had a strong thought in his heart - he was going to find Shen XVI. He had to face in person to ask where the righteous father was sacred and what he was.

However, he finally did not go out of the embroidered room filled with **** smell. When he left the door, he was already timid.

"Yes," Chang Geng thought sternly. "How can he be a long-lost student who has been studying for a long time?"

Although Shen Xie is idle, it is the temperament of a family son. Even if it is sent to the fence, it will not be too embarrassing... How could it be an ordinary gangster?

These things should have been counted in his heart, but when he closes his eyes, he always thinks that Shen Xie is holding his head and guarding his appearance in front of the bed.

If that is also falsehood -

The old cook who probed the brain saw the door open and was busy with the smile and came over: "Young master, today..."

Chang Geng eyes looked at her red.

The old cook was scared by his eyes, and it took a while to slow down and stroking his chest and complaining: "This is what you want to do..."

When she didn't finish talking, she saw the scene in the house.

The old cook froze, and then she squatted back three steps, sitting on the ground with her ass, leading the neck and making a scream of screaming.

At the same time, a sharp alarm suddenly sounded in the city.

I don't know who released the alarm whistle in the tower. The two-foot-tall whistle was filled with the white gas dyed by Ziliujin. The slamming rushed into the sky, and the sound of the waves swayed for thirty or forty miles. It broke through the bleak silence of the fourteen years of Yanhui.

Shen Yi, who was burying his head and finishing the steel armor, raised his head. The next moment, Shen’s door was opened from the outside, and Shen Yi took the epee that was unloaded from the steel armor.

"It's me." Shen Xie whispered.

Shen Yi Shen said: "The barbarians started in advance?"

The sentence was short and low, and the half-sinking Shen Xie was heard without a word: "There is a masterpiece of the barbarians on the giant clam, and the ship that came back is not ours."

Shen Xie said as he spoke into the inner chamber without stopping, and raised his palms at the bedside. The whole bed was slammed into two lobes, and the bed was empty.

A set of dark iron armor is actually under the board.

The hand of Shen XVI dexterously opened the dark space on the chest of the steel armor, took out a black iron token from it, and the finger was turned blue by the cold iron token. He turned around timidly, and the mud was always quite straight. The waist was not like the iron gun, the wind blowing outside the door opened his thin, plain blue shirt, as if it was a cold killing on his body. I passed him on the roll.

Sixteen: "Ji Ping."

"Ji Ping" is the word of Shen Yi, never called in front of outsiders. During the week, the two had no bickering for a little chores, and they were like a true brother. At this time, Shen Yi took a step back and slammed into the ground: "It’s under."

"Since they came in advance, it was just that we were arbitrarily collecting the nets - I entrusted the four halls to you, and sent him out of the city first."

Shen Yi: "Yes."

Shen Xunfei quickly took off his coat and a sword at the bedside and turned away.