Chapter four hundred and ninety-seven This life is over and there is no afterlife.
It’s not that no one can figure out the meaning of the song, but how can Xianjia Song be so shallow? I don’t believe myself when I work out the three verses of Qi Tong Er.
"It’s a pity that I composed a piece of music when my little darling was over. At that time, when I was not in a hurry, I could wait until later and think about it slowly. If it was a big deal, I would stop practicing and visit a famous teacher to learn the music and piano. Before she reached the age of’ being named’, I could always send a really good tune to my little darling."
Say that finish shallow looking slightly side head as if thinking quickly corrected "wrong is I … Qi Tong son can send her a good tune before she was five years old … before she died at the age of two"
The last nine words are flat in tone, even her expression is flat.
From eye to mouth, from God to the whole person, there is no ups and downs, which is not what the living should be like … It’s like a walking corpse to say those nine words!
Fortunately, shallow search did not remain silent, and she sighed shallowly.
A sigh is far from enough to breathe out the gloom in my heart, but a sigh with emotion gives me the marrow of god, life and living evidence … But it’s also this sigh, this "I’m still alive" certificate, that girl who leans on the branches, holds a long sword and wears a yellow skirt, is more indifferent than the frost, but also more crystal clear and beautiful than the ice and snow!
100,000 long black hair turns gray and white.
In a blink of an eye, she lived from the age of 10 to the age of 10!
Three dead bodies worship the tree Su Jing, kneeling and kowtowing to the little teacher’s mother, but the four guys are always alert and articulate, but no one knows what to say at this moment.
It’s not that I can’t persuade people, it’s not that I don’t have words in my stomach. When I talked about the past a long time ago, Su Jing had already calculated in my mind that when Teacher Niang said "Little darling died young", she should be as persuasive as she was, but nothing they said was pale.
Su Jing is still struggling. "The past is gone. Teacher Niang is sorry for your loss … The teacher elder sister will be happy if she enters the reincarnation afterlife early …"
"The afterlife?" Asahiko shook his head. Even when the three swords broke the sea of blood, Su Jing had never seen her so strong. "When I left, I was already stunned. This life is over."
At that time, there was a statue of a corpse called "Tian" around Asami.
After the destruction of Shen Shiyuan, a "celestial corpse" was brought out by a shallow search. Liu Ya-jiu was nothing more than a shallow search for family affairs, but he never liked the method of refining corpses very much. This is a common situation. It is necessary for people to cultivate corpses. The shallow search for swordsmanship is excellent, and there is no need to put a fierce corpse around them.
The celestial corpse, the ten-tower corpse, has psychic wisdom, which can cultivate itself and no longer follow its master.
With the little darling, the land cliff nine will find out from the shallow.
Don’t let the corpse get close to the little baby. It’s best that she can send it away. Of course, she doesn’t mean to kill the monster, but to send it to a lonely place and have to practice by herself from now on. If you don’t want to give up the corpse and land cliff, let it stay near Cuipo, but you must set a ban on the corpse and land on the island where their mother and daughter live.
Shallow search chose the latter, but only "chose". That’s her corpse. Liu Ya-jiu doesn’t believe her, but she is steadfast. She is very sure that Tim will never harm Qi Tong’s son. The truth is also true. Tim is loyal to the young master, obedient and loving.
The Ten Towers, like Ah Er and Ah Qi, will never spill over into the veins, except for their "origin", which distinguishes them from the Eastern Tuxiu family.
When Liu Ya comes, she will take Tim to hide, and when she is practicing or refining her sword, she needs Tim to help look after the little darling.
Speaking of this, I asked my brother, "If something goes wrong, it will never go wrong. Su Jing, do you know what this is called?"
"Surprise," Su Jing replied.
Shallow search shook his head "life!"
In the course of the tragedy, I didn’t say a word in detail. "My little darling was two years old and just seven days later. Tim went crazy and took her soul. I found it was too late."
Looking for no tears, but the original innocent eyes are stained with blood. It seems that the mother wolf is so sad that she can’t wait to bite the moon and catch the sky!
"It’s life, but I don’t blame’ life’ for sinning me." It’s hard to find every word, but the export sound is light. "Liu Ya advised me to move away from the mountain, but I didn’t want to; Liu Ya asked me to send Tim away. I promised but didn’t do it. It’s not my fault or anyone’s fault … He was mad after he arrived. "
I’m crazy. It’s not enough to calm my anger and relieve my heart forever.
Liu Ya-jiu went on the rampage, and the "Zheng" sword went up into the sky in an unstoppable way.