Beseech The Devil

    Thousands of miles of seawater disappeared, thousands of miles of seabed earth became shattered, and a huge deep pit appeared on the Dead Sea. The surrounding sea water seemed to have spirituality and did not dare to approach under the impact of this purple light. This pit has been around for a long time.

    Heavenly Emperor In the midair, the girl scatters, without a word, the bones in front of him have disappeared, and Su Ming is no longer there.

    After a long while, Heavenly Emperor looked up, his face stunned, his face screaming in the sky, and a heaven-shaking Earth-shattering screaming toward the sky!

    The sound of this whistle swirled around the eight sides and remained for a long time.

    His fateful punishment ruined everything that was thousands of miles away, but he did not find the trace of Su Ming's. Although he could feel that the power of punishment should play a role, but…Su Ming is not dead.

    His Divine Consciousness spreads out, with its killing intent and madness, sweeping the world, covering the limits of its Divine Consciousness, but he…Can't find Su Ming's trace!

    Su Ming, the whole person, disappeared from the world of Heavenly Emperor again, so that he could not find…

    He came to Avatar, but in the end it was the result, especially the fate of the fate. It made the Heavenly Emperor tremble at the moment. He stood in the air until the sea below filled with the purple light, and filled it again. The entire Dead Sea sank a bit.

    "I don't believe you can hide forever. One day, you will be found again by me. The next time I meet, Heavenly Emperor swears here, at all costs…Let you sink! ”Heavenly Emperor closed his eyes, but the gloomy look was always difficult to disperse until he turned. Going to the sky in the distance, step by step!

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    The sky is blue, the sun is shining, especially near the noon. Sprinkled on the person, slightly hot, forced out the sweat, but there is not much wind to take it away.

    The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus can't be scattered in this wind, and it can only be lingering in the scope of its growth, and it blooms in full bloom.

    There was a burst of laughter and laughter, not far from the osmanthus forest. From time to time, through the forest, you can see that there is a piece of scattered houses.

    There are probably nearly a hundred people, and now they are smoking. In this aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus, such as the paradise.

    There are many mountains around, making it look like it is very remote, with few pedestrians, a road leading to this house. Only some of the traces of the carriage were superficial.

    Perhaps it was only after the rain not long ago, although the sun was shining, the ground was very muddy and walked on it. I will send you a bang, and there is a unique charm.

    In this piece of sweet-scented osmanthus forest. There is a teenager at the moment, wearing a patched dress. Sitting on some leaves, leaning against the tree, looking at the sky where the leaves of the forest could not cover, I don't know what to think.

    His complexion is a little pale, but the pale face is very pretty, young, only twelve or three years old, the patched clothes can't cover him, the kind of people look After that, you will have a good temperament.

    It’s just that his body looks very thin. At this moment, leaning against the osmanthus tree, looking at the eyes of Sky, it is extremely smart.

    He looked at the sky silently, holding some grass in his hands. With the fiddling of his hands, he gradually compiled a little man's appearance. All this is like his subconscious behavior. He still looks at the sky, I don't know what to look at, maybe The blue sky, perhaps the white cloud, is unknown to him except himself.

    For a long time, a step came from afar, and with the sound of footsteps, there was a crisp child's voice, which was introduced into the boy's ear.

    "Gou Sheng brother, Gou Sheng brother…My mother called you home…"

    This is a girl's voice, revealing a pure innocence, seemingly not stained by red dust, not mixed by thoughts, keeping a child, innocent dream.

    It was a little girl of ** years old, wearing the same patch of clothes, tied with two small pimples, not very beautiful, with a birthmark on her face, but the eyes of the eyes are bright, if you can ignore his birthmark, this is a Very cute girl.

    After hearing the girl's voice, the teenager took back his eyes and looked at the sky. His face showed a smile from the heart. He sat up from the ground and looked at the little girl who had run from a distance.

    "Run slowly, mud on the ground."The teenager walked over, softly to open mouth, looking at the little girl's gaze, revealing a love.

    “Gou Sheng, brother, today, I’m doing delicious food. It’s Little Chou’er’s favorite yam. Hurry up.”The little girl ran to the juvenile and said with a smile, she raised her little hand and helped to smear the sticky soil and leaves on the juvenile clothes.

    The young man touched the little girl's head, smiled and took her hand, and walked toward the forest.

    "Gou Sheng Brother, why are you always here, there is nothing but osmanthus trees here."The girl, called Little Chou'er, blinked and took the boy's hand and asked curiously.

    The teenager smiled and didn't talk, just raising the head and glanced at the sky, and the eyes flashed a touch of vicissitudes that no one could see.

    Until I walked out of this forest, in the eyes of the teenager, this vicissitudes of burial can not be seen. Only the inner sigh may be felt by this emptiness, making this sky clear, but it will fade a lot at once. The dark clouds appeared.

    This forest and the house are not too far away. It will take a while. The teenager was dragged and ran in the mood that the girl was obviously anxious to eat yam.

    Along the way, there are some children who are about the same age as they are playing with each other. After seeing the two brothers and sisters, there are several children in them, and the sound of teasing is heard.

    "Little Chou'er, what is delicious at home today."

    "Yeah, Little Chou'er, did you last time say that you will give you a set of unpatched clothes?"

    The girl who took the young boy’s head lowered her head and her body was slightly stiff, but she quickly recovered. But she still lowered her head. She should leave here soon. Not far away, there is a very ordinary house, where Her home.

    This is not a tribe, because there are no blood relatives here, maybe it can only be called a village.

    Listening to the voices of the fallen teenage girls, the boy frowned, but the girl was holding his hand and the pleading in the look, letting the young man sigh again, silently following her and walking towards the house. go with.

    "Get home, hey, mother, I called Gou Sheng my brother back, let's have a meal."The girl smiled happily, pushed the door of the house and ran in.

    Su Ming was behind her and walked into the house. It was a mud-built house. It was small, only two rooms. When he walked in, the coughing sound came out of a room.

    "Gou Sheng, go to see osmanthus again?" It’s gone for a few more months, so look at it…”With the words, a middle-aged man came out of the room.

    This man face vicissitudes, clothes simple, look simple, out when he looked at the young, his face smiled kindly smile, his body is not high, also not strong, but his hands, give a very special feeling, the hands are full of scars, this scar almost covered his hands in many places, especially on the finger, more so.

    At this moment, the boy saw at a glance that the scar on the man's hand was significantly more new.

    As the man walked out, it was a woman behind her. The woman had rough skin, but she could see the beauty of her face, but the years left too much love on her, making her look. Beyond the original age, at the moment she has two bowls in her hand and smiles at the teenager.

    "Your child, don't let Little Chou clown ask you to eat, you don't know how to come back, every time you have to go home in the dark, you are still empty, don't catch cold outside."

    The boy’s face showed a warm smile, and he took the bowl from the woman’s hand and whispered to open mouth.

    "Hey, mother, I am fine."

    "Well, I will eat more yam for a while. Your grandfather and grandfather will have a grandson at home in the morning, let you marry a few grasshoppers, change some yam and come back, say you want to give you and Chou'er nourish your body. ."The woman, lovingly watching the boy and the cheerful girl who arranged the seat, walked with the man.

    This is a meal that is not hearty. Except for the cooked yam, it is soft to eat. It is sweet with some fruit juice. It is sweet, Little Chou'er laughs and echoes in this ordinary family. In the love of the woman, the gentleness of the middle-aged man turned warm.

    The teenager looked at them and smiled on his face. The smile was from his heart. He thanked the family, especially the girl named Little Chou'er.

    He was awakened here a year ago. When the girl went out alone in the forest and picked up the different grasses used for her father’s preparation, she found it in the mountain and took him back home. From then on…He is here and lives.

    He has a sister, this sister is called Little Chou'er, because she is ugly, but her kindness, her lovely laughter and the powerful eyes eyes, let him keep remembering, in the coma, there is a weak Body, carrying yourself, along the way.

    He has a father, very honest, very honest, is a mortal, a poor life, disease entanglement, only the preparation of the straw doll is very expressive, is the toy of the children in this village.

    He also has a mother, a very kind, gentle woman who loves her husband, loves her daughter, loves this family, and gives enough maternal love to his outsider.

    He is Su Ming.

    When he woke up in this warm home a year ago, he collapsed in a Cultivation, but it did not disappear, but was hidden in the body. It was a post-war injury with Heavenly Emperor, leaving a residue that took time. Only then can it be fully recovered.

    Secondly, such a chapter is actually not suitable for writing in the case of a monthly ticket war. If you are tired, you will not be able to talk about it.

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