: Extra Anase (8)

Dad suddenly turned his head, his eyes were dangerous, as if two cold lights illuminate Ah Cheng's pale face.
"Get in!" Daddy was not polite at all.
Ah Cheng didn't know why, he really broke into the house by crawling around, and even tripped on the low threshold.
"Father, you are back."
Father's face always seemed to be green, like a bird half rotting in the soil, with its feathers falling off, revealing a turquoise bulging belly.
Ah Cheng almost never expected the slightest hint of kindness on this rough face. As he imagined, the owner of this face was dead, he died in his childhood.
However, after all, he is a living person to some extent, Dad, can talk, and his words are beyond doubt.
"Pack your belongings and leave immediately."
Ah Cheng didn't ask why, and silently lowered his head into the room, without looking at the prickly pear in A-da's arms, even though she was staring at him with her head tilted and blood leaking from her torso.
The mountain ghost's gaze must still be so clean, perhaps it will stir the hesitant ripples at the starting point, but it should still be... Ah Cheng packed up the package, went out, raised his head, and his gaze swept across the ground, the grass stems on the ground, Daddy's shoes, and pants. , The blood on his pants, his waist, prickly pear, her eyes.
Ah Cheng suddenly lowered his head and shook his head again. Dad glanced at his son in disgust, "Hurry up! Keep up!"
In the short interweaving just now, Ah Cheng saw the eyes of Ficus pumila, pained and at a loss.
The two of them, carrying a strange mountain ghost, took advantage of the stars and the moon, hurriedly ran towards the distant horizon.
It took four hours to run out, and the summer days were long, and the sky was already bright.
They came to a desert with no one, and the waist-length grass was full of thatch. Daddy took Ah Cheng into a shack hidden by grass. He seemed to be familiar with it, and pulled out a medicine box from under a rotten to moldy bed. I took some plasters and cut the clothes on the waist of Ficus pumila with scissors, revealing a roughly bandaged wound, and at this moment there is no more bleeding. Dad unwrapped the linen bandage, revealing an inverted hole, which seemed to be pierced by a sword. He medicined Ficus pumila and gave Ah Cheng a broken iron pot and told him to go to the nearby river to get water.
Ah Cheng was holding the pot with dust on his hands. He scraped the bottom of the pot, and there was some scum, which smelled strange, like medicine, but blood.
The mud in the wilderness is very moist, and the mud always sticks to the shoes. Ah Cheng tried to rub his shoes on the thatch. I don't know why, he cares about this little respect.
After walking for a quarter of an hour, I found a trickle winding through the grass. Ah Cheng couldn’t wait to scoop the water, but the pot was too big and the water was too shallow, so he couldn’t hold much. Later, Ah Cheng used his hands. Holding a handful of pots.
Back in the shack, A-da had already raised the fire. Seeing that he had only come back so long, he just nodded and didn't scold him abnormally.
Daddy cut down the heavy skirt of the pumila, pulled into a long strip, put it into the pot and boiled.
Ah Cheng sat beside the boiling pot.
A-da’s back was illuminated by the morning light, but he was facing the fire, looking from behind, it still looked like a shadow, Acheng didn’t speak, he had nothing to say.
The Ficus pumila moan in the shed groaned in pain, Ah Cheng rushed in, rushed to the bed, and held her hand.
The mountain ghost girl glanced at him.
Familiar eyes, A father has shown such eyes to Ah Cheng countless times.
disgust.
Ah Cheng felt that the catkin in his hand seemed to give birth to thorns, and he shrank his hand like an electric shock.
"You, murder, too."
Daddy's low laugh came from outside the house, in the thin air in the early morning, it seemed to be the cry of a jackdaw.
Ah Cheng sat down, "You know?"
Ficus pumila quietly said: "Same as Xiaoluo, Cheng, you have an unclean smell on your body."
Ah Cheng thought, yes, a woman as clean as moonlight like Ficus pumila must hate people with blood.
Ficus pumila was still whispering, looking at the simple roof of the shed, there were a few cobwebs, there were shriveled cocoons and the corpse of a big spider.
"Xiao Luo, he came to me. However, this time he brought a lot of...people. Xiao Luo asked me to bring him here, here. Later, there was one beside him that stabbed me. It hurts."
Ah Cheng listened silently, feeling different things in his heart.
"Xiao Luo, he is still Xiao Luo, he said, I got in the way, and he said, I am innocent, I don't understand... Cheng," she finally looked away from the roof and looked at Ah Cheng," What do you mean by that?"
Ah Cheng pulled a smile. He didn't even know whether Xiao Luo was young or old. However, as far as Suli said at the beginning, he could probably see that Xiao Luo was an ambitious person.
Ficus pumila is still asking reluctantly, repeating her memories with Xiao Luo, which makes Ah Cheng very upset.
"He doesn't want you anymore, he wants to kill you! Don't you understand?!"
Fiery Li was stunned, "What, killing?"
Ah Cheng aphasia.
Ficus pumila does not understand the suffering of mortals, she has no emotions.
Ah Cheng tried to explain what is killing and what is death, but Ficus pumila still knows a little.
In the end, she understood. "I can never wake up, can I?"
Ah Cheng was a little weak, "It's not going to sleep after death. No more dreams after death~EbookFREE.me~ Now, Ficus pumila is scared.
"No dream? Then I don't like death."
Ah Cheng sneered, yes, no one likes to die. Death should be the existence of all sentient beings who should be afraid and retreat.
Dad steamed the boiled bandage with internal air, and went into the house to bandage the pumila.
"Go, then go." Daddy said coldly.
The look on Ah Cheng's face receded as soon as he saw his father, and he silently carried his bag and picked up the prickly pear.
Dad glanced at him with a mocking look, did not say anything, carried the medicine box, and went out first.
They rushed madly. When they arrived in the city, they asked when the station could leave. Dad was going to sea. After learning that the next convoy was half a month later, he rented a carriage and set off on his own.
There is no need to worry about bandits during the journey, because there are no bandits.
The thing to worry about is the beast, or the mountain spirit and water monster.
A-da took Ah Cheng and Ficus pumila and almost fled his hometown.
On the second day after leaving the province, a message spread throughout the Pure Land.
King Kongzong was destroyed.
...
Ah Cheng looked at the gloomy sky.
He doesn't like the weather here, it's humid and stuffy.
This is Guangdong.
The residence of the Lions Gate.
Fourteen provinces in the world are guarded by sects.
The Lion's Gate in Guangdong is number one in the world.
Just because they once had a disciple named Li Dingxun.
The second in history, the first among mortals, the enemy of 10,000.
Upon hearing the news of the demise of King Kong Sect, the Lion Sect was furious and sent a master to the Western Regions overnight.
Their two families, one east and the other west, are thousands of miles apart, but the relationship is as good as their own.
Ah Cheng thought to himself that he and the Lion Sect should also be considered his own.
However, he is now homeless.
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