Vol 8 Chapter 84: Hand-drawn green silk

The fifth day of September.
As the sun rises, the dewdrops on the tip of the treetops are flickering in the sun, like thousands of small gems, adding a rich weather to the hillside wilderness for no reason.
Behind the hills is a small village, which is located right in the middle of a wide valley. Except for the steep rock walls behind the village, the hills on the left and right are full of trees, and the pines are like the sea.
A large flat land in front of the village was planted with millet.
September is the harvest season. Straws are bundled up, and the heavy ears of grain are neatly yarded on both sides of the field.
An ox cart rushed out of the field and turned to the village. The cart was filled with the ears of corn just cut off.
The ears of grain will be spread on the public land in the village and dried.
After a few days, it will be hulled and milled out, it is millet.
The driver was wearing a bucket bucket, covering the autumn tiger's sun, with one leg on the car, one leg dangling outside the car, his trousers rolled onto his stomach, and linen shoes were covered with mud in the field.
The driver seemed lethargic, but no matter how many potholes the bullock cart passed, his still stuck to the seat firmly, and he would never be bumped.
An ox cart over a small hillside, a stream in front of the village door, women in seven or eight villages are washing clothes.
The hillside in the distance was covered with green grass, two cows, and a few sheep, and they leisurely carried the green grass. Six or seven baby cows, holding tree branches and playing games of rivers and lakes killing. A few act as good people and a few act as bad guys. Every day, a show of justice over evil is staged.
Every day when the driver returns, his own baby will sway up from the village mouth, with "big" in his mouth. And he would lift him affectionately, throw it into the sky a few times, and the quack laughter sounded better than any sound.
In the same way, a Qianli figure will also carry a laundry tub and smile at the village entrance with a smile.
That was the most beautiful village aunt in Shiliba Village, willing to spend a lifetime with herself.
His arms are also the strongest and most beautiful child in Shiliba Village ...
He also asked, Boa, did you recite the lesson?
Carry it down.
Three-year-old Baoer always surprises him.
Cleaning is unknown, Purdue Xianhang. Ladder sky over the sea, like a lotus root like a Tibetan.
Huling vacated his position, sent all parties, and thundered like thunderbolts.
...
He would not teach his children four books and five classics, so he had to teach them to recite.
The three-year-old child has more memory than any grown-up, and can recite the entire sword of a thousand words or more.
At that moment, he just wanted to die in this warm country.
Although the aunt is not his wife, her violent husband was killed by herself; although the child is not his own flesh, the child's father is a dangerous and the only friend who must put himself to death at any time ...
Luo Jingli.
The most outstanding killer in the young generation of bloodshakes.
After betraying Xuesha, and finally fleeing his most trusted friend, he lived in this mountain village for almost half a year.
Although the time was short, it made him extremely enjoyable.
Today, I can hold Baoer and turn around a few times, and stuff the fragrant vegetables and buns made by a few villagers.
But today, it's strange.
Even after entering the village entrance, I did not see Baoer, who was waiting for myself as always, nor the only beautiful figure in that mountain village.
Luo Jingli's complexion slowly became gloomy.
He got out of the ox cart and tied it directly to a crooked neck tree at the entrance to the village. From the bottom of the ox cart, he pulled out a rusty sword without a sheath.
That sword really can't be called a sword.
The black sword body has to be rusted when the Buddha is released, the blade has been rolled, and its teeth are broken ...
Older than the sickle thrown by the old farmer in the village.
Turning the old locust tree in front is your own home.
The low and shabby stone house originally had air leaks on all sides, but he had been blocked by the mud with the mud. The only thing left was the broken roof, which was going to be covered with a thatch in the next few days.
When Luo Jingli walked slowly to the front of the house, several figures slowly surrounded him from all sides.
From the neighbor Wang's honesty's house, the roof of Auntie Guo's house, the cellar of Cui Dibao's house ... one by one came out.
He knew that where these appeared, it would no longer be possible to have living people.
Luo Jingli stood at the door of the house.
She should have been waiting at the entrance to her village, naked. A sharp sword penetrated her beautiful chest and nailed her to the courtyard wall.
Panicked eyes were unwilling and worried, gazing at the direction of the village entrance.
Your return direction.
Killing hundreds of people, there was never a wave of Luo Jingli in his heart, his lips trembling involuntarily, but his hand was still so stable.
On the steps at the door, I often squatted where I eat vegetables and meat buns, watching the sunset and the sunset. At this moment, I was squatting alone, holding hot steamed buns just out of the pot, and eating happily.
Looking up at Luo Jingli, and at the village aunt who died on the wall, Song Beili smiled slightly. "It is indeed the best swordsman I have cultivated. Even in this deserted village, I can find such a good girl and make such a delicious vegetable bun."
"Where is the child?" Luo Jingli shivered her lips, and her right hand holding the hilt was pale and transparent.
"It's not your son, what are you looking for?" Song Biechi said coldly, and said lightly, "The child will return to his father. Hey, the master should like this child very much. He has to be younger than you and Zong Xuan Smart and cute. If you train carefully, I believe that after 20 years, it will be better than you and Zong Xuan combined! "
"Let the child off ... I kill you for you ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Luo Jingli exhausted his last strength and said such a sentence.
Song Bie laughed silently. "Hiding the organization for so long, people have become innocent." Take a deep breath, glanced across the leisurely rural scene of this world, "Did you have not killed for too long, has you forgotten the truth of this world? Such a thing How can days be adapted for someone like you? "
When the words fell, the screams began to remember from everywhere in the village.
Song Bieli carefully discerned every scream, and his right hand beat unconsciously like listening to the most moving music in the world. "Have you heard? This is the world you should be ..."
what!
The heartbreaking roar burst from Luo Jingli's mouth ...
The rusty sword in his hand instantly turned into a shooting star in the sky, with great anger and unwillingness, stabbed at the demon sitting on the steps.
Huh!
The masters of the blood evil all around, draw swords at almost the same time!
More than a dozen meteors arrived at the same time.
The impact of the meteor and meteor is so beautiful and tragic ...
Meteors, at first glance, are hidden.
None of the killers who took shots against Luo Jingli could breathe the air of the world.
However, Luo Jing left himself, and a sword has penetrated his heart, firmly nailed to the side of the village aunt.
With a cruel smile, Song Bieli slowly pulled out the "Peach Blossom Drunk" on Luo Jingli's heart.
"The skill is better than before ... but ... you still have to die."
Si Niang has a straw in her hairline.
Luo Jing had stretched out her hands a few times and wanted to help her take it off ...
Siniang, remember, her name is Siniang.
In my next life, we must meet her earlier.
Luo Jingli's hand fell suddenly, holding not only straw but also a ray of green silk.
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