Vol 7 Chapter 6: Who is fatal

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"Nimo, really you!" she murmured, staring at him. My heart was also shocked, why did Pooh Mi actually know Mulian? Nemo, he was originally called Nemo? A lot of question marks appeared in front of my eyes.
Mu Lian still looked at herself, but just said lightly: "It's me."
Po Xumi's face was pale, and after a while he said a sentence, "Are you... okay?"
Mulian smiled lightly, "I'm fine."
She stepped forward two steps, and suddenly she seemed to find something, her face was paler, "You, what's wrong with your eyes, can't you see?"
Mulian turned her head slightly, and didn't speak.
I stared at them dumbly. What was the relationship between the two before?
Posula wanted to take another step, but hesitated again, but for a moment, her face had returned to the previous calm, "Xiaoyin, we should go back."
I nodded and looked back at Mianlian. He closed his eyes and smiled, as if knowing I was looking at him, and nodded gently to me.
On the way back, she had nothing to say.
"That, you and Mulian, do you know?" Until I fell asleep, I finally couldn't help asking.
She glanced at me and sighed softly, "Anyone who mentioned Lord Nemo in Qunv City ten years ago didn't know? He was of noble origin, spent a lot of money, and lingered in the wind and moon field all day long. At that time, I, too--" Suddenly a strange look flashed on her face, "I haven't become Garnica..."
She didn't finish talking. I was already shocked. I didn't think that the man who was like a lotus was actually a flirtatious man. What happened to him so much? Thinking of his smile that blooms in the wind, I can't associate him with the word romantic anyway.
"He has changed a lot now. Although his appearance hasn't changed, he is no longer the old Nemo I know. Mulian, this name is very suitable for him now." She was silent for a while and laughed again. Well, I don’t have to care about that person anymore. It’s been so many years, and I just felt sorry for a while.
Looking at her ever-changing expression, my heart is also chaotic. Isn't Mu Lian the person of her destiny? But it's not like it either. He is neither her guest nor a diamond mark on his forehead.
What exactly is going on?
"Oh, Xiaoyin, Lord Moro he..." She seemed to stop talking.
"what happened?"
"Master Moro, he is a good man." She said so suddenly, without a head.
"Do you like Lord Namoro?" I also blurted out suddenly. Seeing Po Xumi's attitude towards Namoro, it seemed to be different from other guests. It seemed that he didn't care about him, but he seemed to care about him.
Possibly smiled, "What you like, what you don't like, you just have to remember that he is a good guest."
"I mean, if..."
"Xiaoyin, there are things that never happen." She blocked the words I wanted to ask back.
If someone really likes you and wants to take you away, would you agree? I said silently in my heart that one day, I would ask this sentence out.
With full of doubts, the next day I wanted to go to the Ganges to find Mulian and ask a clear question. As soon as he left the door, he saw Namora dressed in a blue dress.
"Where are you going so early?" He seemed to be in a good mood.
"You don't have to worry about where to go." I answered angrily.
"It's so bold to be rude to adults!" The guards beside him immediately roared fiercely.
"Retreat." The Moro frowned slightly, and the guard immediately stepped back in a panic.
"I heard that the wife must honey will advance your trial, you will have to perform well." He raised his eyebrows and smiled.
I raised my head and glared at him. "That's none of your business, I..." When my eyes flicked over his forehead, the second half of the sentence swallowed back with surprise. God, I think I read right, a light red diamond appeared on his forehead!
"You, you..." I pointed to his forehead, speechless with excitement.
"Why, you forgot, this is a good thing you did." He took my hand and took it lightly on his forehead, saying, "You can't smash it that much."
What am I doing good? A closer look, I blurted out, this is really a scar, but how happened in the world, just leave a diamond-shaped scar? Could it be... my thoughts are suddenly bright and bright, is it that I was the one who made the fatalistic man who had a honey? That Moro is the person I am looking for? When I thought of this, my heart seemed to be relieved, and I just looked at him with a smile. In this way, as long as he is willing to take away his wife's honey, I can end this painful day, and I will be able to go back soon!
"You don't have to be happy to be like this, you have to see how well you do, but don't worry, you will get more experience and fun from me." His words quickly took me out of ecstasy Pulled back.
"What?" I stared at him in confusion. "Just what did you say, I didn't hear anything."
He stared at me and suddenly laughed, "Are you so happy to listen to me again and say that your test object is me?"
"Why--what!" My head buzzed, "Nonsense, nonsense, but you are my Master's most welcome guest."
He smiled needlessly, "It's because I am the most welcome guest of Pooxi."
I was stunned, and quickly calmed myself down. The immediate task now is to find a way to let Namoro take his wife to honey. As for the trial or not, here is not Baghdad, and there are not so many monsters and ghosts, I want to take advantage of me. It is simply a dream of spring and autumn.
"But in this case, aren't adults afraid of Sister Poo's honey being sad?" I suddenly remembered Poo's vague and vague words yesterday. Poo's honey seemed to have a good impression on him.
"Sad?" He laughed as if he heard a very ridiculous thing. "Possesses honey...does she have a heart? From the first day she became Garonica, she abandoned her heart."
"You are not her, how do you know what she thinks, yes, in the eyes of people, even if they have more skills, they can write no less beautiful poems, but they are nothing more than bed-side playmates, funny toys. But can’t Ganeka have her own feelings, and can’t have the person she likes? Should she betray her heart when she betrays her body? Tell you, she didn’t lose her heart, but she dared not take it out, Of course, I am afraid that the men who come here, including adults, "I stepped forward and looked up at him, "I'm only interested in her body. As for her heart, who cares."
His smile gradually disappeared from his face, staring at me for a while, said nothing, and turned away.
Looking at his back, there was a new worry on my mind. How much did Moro care about his wife's honey? Will she take her away as I wish? It seems that I have to work harder.
When I found Mu Lian by the Ganges, looking at his ease, I didn't know how to ask the exit.
He smiled, "I think she must have told me my past to you."
"Do you still remember the honey?"
"Basu Mi, she is still called by this name. I remember she seemed to be a little girl at that time." He said lightly.
"So, why, why do you have such a big change?" I paused. "Of course, I won't force you if you don't want to say."
"Melian is the name Master gave me." The snow-white Sora petals gently fell on his shoulders and slipped to the ground again. If he didn't speak, it would be like a casually sketched picture with an elegant mood.
"My real name is Nemo. My father is a high-weight head of the Brahmin clan and my mother is his cousin. I heard that in order to win this position, my parents have also sacrificed many lives. Since birth, I have been Take care, after growing up, not only do nothing, but also linger around the fireworks all day long, after the death of my parents, I still spend a lot of money, and did not converge at all, until my master appeared, he said that my parents have done too much in this life He has fallen into purgatory after his death, and has been tortured day and night." His tone was plain, as if he was talking about something unrelated to himself.
"I was naturally doubtful, and Master opened my eyes for me, letting me see how my parents were suffering in purgatory." He paused, a rare and complicated look flashed on his face, "What's wrong with being a man The patience of parents has been reduced to this point, so I will concentrate on practicing Buddhism under the guidance of Master, chanting the scriptures all day long, hoping to atone for my parents and reincarnate as soon as possible."
"But your eyes..." I asked hesitantly.
"Master said that once the eyes of the sky opened, it would be difficult to block them. The situation of the suffering of my parents emerged before my eyes. In order to concentrate on practicing the Dharma, I destroyed my eyes."
"What, your eyes are blinded by yourself!" I was shocked.
He smiled slightly, "Hidden, do you know? Sometimes you can see more clearly with your eyes closed. I feel the birth and death of life day by day by the Ganges, and my heart is more and more thorough No matter whether it is Brahman or Sudra, whether it is rich or poor, whether it is beautiful or ugly, joy or sorrow, everything will be attributed to death, and after death, everything will disappear without a trace. In this way, survive in this What else can we fight for in the world?"
"But, Mulian, aren't you fighting for it?" I looked at him.
He froze for a moment, "What are you fighting for?"
I sat down next to him and smiled, "Fight for your parents' next life. If you can really see it, you can ignore your parents, anyway, even if they are reincarnation What is the meaning of survival due to death. Besides, in case you are born into a person, you will do something wrong. Maybe you will be punished after death. Can you control them for life?"
He turned his head, and there was a thin haze between his brows. I was stunned for the first time, this was the first time I saw him showing such an expression. I took a deep breath and gently pressed his shoulders, staring at his eyes, and said softly: "Listen to me, the flowers are not blooming for withering, and the stars are not for disappearing. Likewise, people 'S life is not this trip for death."
His eyelashes twitched slightly, and his silky hair brushed my cheeks with the breeze, as softly as a lover's touch, and a faint lotus-like lotus scent filled the air. ...I said these things to me." He whispered, but the corners of his lips were slightly curved.
"Moh to that country must be a special country, so there will be a special person like you." He smiled.
I nodded vigorously, and did not care if he saw, "Of course, Mahachi is a very great and very special country, but the road is too far away, otherwise you can go to see it. But..." I Rolled his eyes, "Forget it, what happened after seeing, according to what you said, no matter how many things you saw, anyway, everything will disappear after death, and I don't know what will be cast into the next life."
He smiled dumbly and shook his head gently at me.
"You, why do you want honey?" A trace of doubt flashed across his face.
"Because of me, it will soon become Garnica."
"Garnika?" He seemed a little surprised, "Why would you want to be Garnika?"
I let go of his shoulders, stood up, and looked at the sparkling river. The golden sunlight was shattered and sprinkled on the water. For a time, I could not distinguish between the heavens and the earth. "I am not the same as Mulian. There is something I want to fight for in this world, there are people I want to protect, there are goals I want to achieve, so..."
I glanced at Mu Lian, he didn't speak, just sat quietly. I moved in my heart, in fact, he is not for the person he wants to protect.
When I went back, it was the time for Ulvosie to teach dance. Those complicated gestures and movements I forgot after I learned them. I had no choice but to draw them down and do the poses according to the gestures. Shook his head. "Xiaoyin, you have to hurry up and learn, because I will leave in a few days." She was talking to me, turning the pile of bamboo poles under her feet carefully.
"Are you leaving?" This is really a weird beauty. It seems that besides collecting bamboo poles, she has no other hobbies or talks. I really don't know how she became friends with Pooxi.
"Yes, I've been here too long." She stood up, a trace of helplessness and disappointment flashed in her eyes.
Since she likes bamboo poles so much, before she leaves, I will also find some to give her as a parting gift.
"Xiaoyin, have you seen Miss Posumi?" Dama, the maid's maid, walked over in a hurry. When she saw me, there seemed to be a relief on her face.
I shook my head and said, "What's wrong?"
Dama whispered cautiously: "I can't find her anywhere. Lord Moro has been waiting for her for a long time."
"Can't someone let him accompany him first?" I frowned.
"Admiral Moro said that as long as Miss Posumi is with her today, or," she hesitated and said in a huff, "Or Miss Yin."
I stared at her for a long time without talking, and instead thought maybe it was a good opportunity to draw them both, and then nodded, saying: "In this case, I will go to the top for a while, you hurry to find again, Must find her."
As soon as I entered Posumi's room, I smelled a mellow wine flavor, the aroma of Soma, which is unique to this era. The Moro was leaning against the big bed, looking at me drunk and drunk. . His brown eyes floated a hazy mist with a little drunkenness, as if dewdrops in the morning flashed under his eyes.
"What about the wife's honey?" His tongue was very clear.
"She will come soon." I sat down on my own.
He suddenly laughed and lightly pressed his forehead. "What have you learned? Is this the hospitality of the future Ganeka?"
"You also said that it is the future of Ganeka, so Lord Moro, I haven't arrived to receive the guests yet. But you are my Master's most important guest, so I came over to greet you for the Master, and only It’s just hello." I said with a smile.
"Come here." He smiled.
"What?" I looked alert.
"Come and help me press my shoulder." He said quite funny, "Relax, I won't eat you."
I hesitated, but walked over and put his hand gently on his shoulder. He glanced at me, his lips suddenly had a strange smile, and took my hand and dragged it. When I didn't respond at all, I was pressed under him.
"Alas..." He sighed first.
"What are you sighing for?" I stared at him, and now it seems that I am more disadvantaged.
"Looking at your reaction is no different from a piece of wood, how can a man have desire." He also shook his head.
"If you still can't get up, this piece of wood will definitely make you want to cry." I raised an eyebrow at him.
The corner of his mouth bent upwards, bowed his head, and leaned over my ear and said: "If you go on like this, you can never surpass the Pooh Honey."
"So, sir, do you like her?" I quickly asked.
"Who doesn't like that beauty?"
"Sorry, would you like it with her heart?" Although this pose is ambiguous now, I continue to ask what I want to know. Hearing my question, Moro immediately smiled and stood up. He glanced at me inadvertently, and stopped on the little pillow beside the bed painted with flowers. Half a sheet of paper was exposed under the pillow, and the Morro thought about it and bent down to pull out the piece of paper.
The longest distance in the world
Not the distance between life and death
But I stand in front of you
You don't know i love you
...
I was also a little surprised to hear him read it gently, but I didn’t expect Pooh Mi to remember this poem all the time.
"This poem..." The Moro's face seemed a little moved.
I lowered my head, avoiding his gaze, and I already made a decision in my heart, only hearing my own low voice: "It should be written for Lord Namor."
The Moro's fingers twitched gently, and he put the paper into his arms. After a long absence, he said, "She's a good girl, just--she's a Garnica."
I couldn’t help but think of what Mr. Pooh had said, no matter how much praise Ganica gets on the surface, it still can’t eliminate the contempt that people hide in their hearts. In the eyes of everyone, how beautiful Ganika is, it’s just a bed- The only playmate.
"Even if it's Ganika, there is the right to like others, and," I looked up and stared at him firmly, "Adult, you have the ability to stop her from becoming Ganika."
His eyes narrowed and he clearly understood what I meant.
"As long as you are willing to move forward, the longest distance in the world will-disappear."
His expression was complicated and difficult to discern. After looking at me for a while, he turned and walked out of the door. When he was about to walk out of the door, he stopped and said as if he had made up his mind: "Tell me that I will be the furthest in the world. The distance will definitely disappear. However, I need a little time."
I stayed for a while, until his back disappeared in front of me, I reacted, and my heart was bursting with joy. It seems that today's harvest is not small, as long as the Moro is willing to take away his mother's honey, then everything is over! I patted the clothes on my body and was about to leave. Suddenly I found a piece of paper under the pillow. With a move in my heart, I pulled out the piece.
There is no word on the paper, only a painting, it is a man.
This man's eyebrows look like Mu Lian, but he is younger and more energetic than Mu Lian, especially the eyes that make him look bright and make people unconsciously happy.
It's just-when I focused my eyes on one place on the painting, I suddenly felt dry and blank.
There is a diamond pattern on the forehead of the man who looks like Mu Lian!
There was a strong unease in my heart-could it be that I was wrong?