Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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Fan Shen was very difficult to hold the upper eyelids and looked at the fingers to count what he had done in his life. As a result, the fingers of the right hand and the five chopsticks were not finished. He sighed and was very sad. Ground gave up this job.

The syrup in the ward is always so pungent. The father next to the bed has already reported to the Bodhisattva of the Bodhisattva two days ago. It will take a few days to get to himself.

He got some kind of strange disease, myasthenia gravis, which is especially suitable for the hero of the romance novel. It is said that there is no medical treatment, and nothing can be moved on the day of the fart, and only tears can flow down.

"But I am not the hero of the romance novel." Fan Shen squatted, but because the muscles of the two jaws did not work, they became a vague slang.

He looked at his **** and sympathized with himself. "I am still a virgin."

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He really didn't do anything meaningful in his life, except to help the grandmother cross the road, get a seat on the bus, get along with the neighbours in the neighborhood, and help the students to cheat on the exam...

Fan Shen is a useless man in the traditional sense.

His parents had already passed away, so he left him alone in the hospital, waiting for the day when his life ended.

"Good people have nothing to report."

In a lonely late night, Fan Shen seems to be able to clearly capture her throat muscles and slowly relax, can no longer be elastic, and her breathing muscles gradually become as soft and weak as the elastic rubber bands.

The clean little nurse in the hospital didn't know where to go. There was an aunt next to her, and she was talking about what was sorrowful.

"Is this going to die?"

The fear of death and the desire for life have brought him a complex feeling like never before, and the end of his life is not a cute little nurse who has been waiting for a long time in his heart, but this Obasan is undoubtedly added. The sadness of Fan Shen’s heart.

Miserable, he pulled his eyes and looked at the black cloth that was blocking the sun on the window of the ward. He felt that life was so lonely as a shit.

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Miserable, a drop of wet liquid slipped from his corner of his eye.

Fan Shen was a little sad, sticking out her tongue and rubbing the liquid from the corner of her eye to her lips, but was surprised to find that her tears were not only salty, but also a little bit of astringency - is it because there is very little bathing in the hospital, so even Tears are beginning to smell bad?

He couldn't help but scream in his heart: "Let you burst into tears, telling you to burst into tears, really thought it was the hero of the romance novel?"

But he immediately found that something was wrong, why can his tongue stick out his lips to lick his tears? According to doctors, his tongue has long lost its ability to move. The only thing now is that it can easily slip into the esophagus and block your respiratory tract, making it a rare genius in the world.

Then he found that his eyes were also easy to open, his eyes were very wide, his vision was much better than before, and the scenery in front of him was clear, and a bamboo-made thing was lying in front of his eyes.

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Fan Shen, who was already in a daze, suddenly saw the scene that shocked him through the bamboo pieces.

A dozen black men full of savage feelings are holding sharp weapons and screaming at themselves!

He didn’t have time to distinguish whether it was a dream or a strange experience before he died. He simply shrank his head in the subconscious and put both hands in front of him. If you switch to any ordinary person, you will probably only have such an ostrich. s Choice.

Uh... countless sounds of breaking the air!

Then there were countless voices, and then it was quiet. After a while, Fan Shen felt that something was wrong. She carefully separated the palm of her hand from the **** and sneaked out.

The basket made of bamboo pieces divides the space in front of the eyes into countless pieces, and through these holes, you can clearly see that there are more than a dozen dead bodies lying on the ground, and the blood on the ground is flowing and suffocating.

Fan Shen was frightened, and everything she saw was too real, so that he could not return to God for a while.

Then, suddenly he thought of the hand on his face. Can his hand move? Is your illness really good? So what is going on here? Is this just a dream? After waiting for the dream to wake up, he is still the one who can't move in the hospital bed, can only wait for the dead?

If that's the case, then it's better not to wake up in this dream, at least your own hands can move, your eyes can be awkward.

He thought with some sadness, touching his hand on his wet face.

When I retracted my hand, I found that my hand was full of blood. The dripping wet liquid that had just dropped from the corner of his eye didn't even know who was splashing the blood on his face.

Fan Shen stared at his hands and screamed in his heart, this is definitely not his own hand!

In front of him, it is a pair of white and tender, cute little hands, stained with blood, looks like the white lotus in the Shura field is generally disenchanted, definitely not a small hand that adults should have!

The repeated emotional shocks poured into Fan Shen’s mind, and he could not help but stay innumerable doubts. The incomparable horror occupied his body and mind.

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This year was the 57th year of the Qing Dynasty. The war of the emperor’s command of the army to slay the savage was not over. The Earl of the South was also stationed in the army. The Queen Mother and the Elders in Kyoto were in power.

On this day, the Taiping Courtyard on the outskirts of Kyoto’s outskirts of the river was in flames. A group of nocturnal masters rushed into the other hospitals with a fire, and they saw people killing them and committed a shocking case.

A young servant in the other house took the small master and stayed up late, and was chased by a group of murderers dressed in night clothes. The two sides had been stifling to the crossing south of the city.

The ambush masters did not think that this disabled boy was actually an unfathomable strongman, and after the hills, there was even the other's reinforcements - the identity of these reinforcements made these people afraid!

"Black Knight!" The murderers who were shot and killed by the smashing arrows fell in the pool of blood and screamed.

The reinforcements were riding on the horse, wearing black armor, reflecting the moonlight in the sky, with a faint dark soul scent.

The cavalry all held the hard shackles that were only allowed in the army. They had previously scorned and had killed most of the killers.

Among the black cavalry's archers, a middle-aged man sitting in a carriage, pale, with a sparse beard on his chin. He looked at the young servant carrying the child in the field, nodded, and then patted the palm of his hand.

Applause is the signal of attack!

The cavalry split a team, like the sickle in the night, and rushed into the deadly and deadly killer team.

Suddenly, a mage in the killer team raised his staff and began to mourn the spell. People in the field could feel that some unknown energy fluctuations began to gather on this hillside.

The middle-aged man on the carriage frowned slightly, and there was no movement. He had a black shadow around him, and flew like a eagle in the night sky.

A crackling sound, the Master's abrupt end, the head flew high, blood is rain.

The middle-aged man in the carriage shook his head: "These wizards from the west always don't understand. In the face of the real strong, the spell is just like the pen of the prime minister."

Dozens of murderous black cavalry confirmed the safety of the surroundings. Holding the right fist was a gesture, and the killer around the report had been cleared.

The cavalry was separated, and the carriage inside slowly moved forward and came to the front of the young servant. The middle-aged man on the carriage was seated in a wheelchair with the help of his subordinates. The middle-aged man with bad legs pushed the wheelchair under him, and slowly approached the center of the field, the boy who had been straight like a gun.

Looking at the bamboo raft behind the young servant, the pale face of the middle-aged man in a wheelchair finally showed a faint blush: "There is nothing wrong with it."

The man carrying the bamboo raft was covered with a black cloth belt, carrying a black iron like a sword and a sword, and blood dripping slowly from the iron braze, and many people fell on his side. Dead bodies, dead bodies are the masters of ambushes, blood spots on the throat of the body, it seems to be a fatal blow.

"I need you to give me a confession about this matter." The person with the black cloth on his eyes said coldly, his voice was not trembling, and there was no trace of affection.

The color of the reassurance of the middle-aged person in a wheelchair is hidden: "I will give you a confession, and I must give the owner a confession."

The young servant with the black cloth nodded and then prepared to leave.

"Where do you want to take this child?" The middle-aged man in a wheelchair said coldly: "You are a blind man, don't let the young master follow you."

"This is the flesh of the lady."

"This is also the flesh and blood of the master!" The middle-aged man in the wheelchair said coldly, "I promise to find a safe place for the little master in Kyoto."

The man shook his head and pulled the black cloth on his face.

The middle-aged man in the wheelchair knew that the other party could not order him even if he was listening to the young lady. He had to sigh and persuade: "Things in Kyoto, when the master returns, you will be able to calm down. Why are you? Be sure to take him away."

"I don't trust your master."

The middle-aged man frowned slightly and seemed to hate the other person's words. After a while, he said: "Children drink milk, literate, do you do these things?" He sneered: "Hey, what will you kill besides killing?" ?"

The man was not angry, and he pushed the bamboo pole behind him: "Hey, you seem to kill only."

The middle-aged man smiled and said: "The only shots of the princes in Kyoto are the ones in Kyoto. When the master returns, I naturally start to clean them up."

The scorpion boy shook his head.

The middle-aged man gently stroked his wheelchair and seemed to be guessing what the other person was afraid of. After a moment, he frowned. "I know what you are afraid of, but in this worldly world, except the child's father can protect him. Who else has the ability to protect him from the danger of being unknown?"

The scorpion boy suddenly spoke, and the voice was still so emotionless: "The new identity, the life that is not disturbed."

The middle-aged man thought about it and smiled and nodded.

"where?"

"Zhangzhou Port, the master's mother is now living there."

After a moment of silence, the Scorpion Boy finally accepted this arrangement.

The middle-aged man smiled and pushed the wheelchair to the back of the scorpion boy. He reached out and took the child in the bamboo raft. He looked at the cute little face of the child, and sighed: "It’s really long with his mother. It’s exactly the same, it’s so beautiful.”

Suddenly he laughed and said: "This little guy will grow up in the future."

In the distance, his subordinates stood silently, and suddenly heard the adults making such a happy laughter. Although the face is still motionless, it is very shocking in the depths of the heart. I don’t know what kind of important character this little child is.

"Well?" The young scorpion turned his head and reached out and took the child back. Although he was simpler than the average human, he was not willing to let the baby's face in the basket be too close to the snake's hand, with a single syllable. The word indicates a purely polite question.

The middle-aged man smiled and looked at the child's face. However, there were stocks in the smile that could not be said. It was particularly frightening: "The child who is only two months old can actually reach out and erase the blood on his face. It’s such a horrible thing tonight, I can still sleep so sweet, it’s really..."

His voice suddenly fell very low, ensuring that his subordinates could not hear the words that he said later: "...the children of the Tianmai."

The middle-aged man has a powerful power in Kyoto, and his means are extremely hot, but the official who committed the crime falls into his hands. In two days, he will reveal the truth and his eyes will be poisonous, but it is such an extraordinary person. Did not see that this child was not sleeping sweetly, but was fainted by fear.

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Tianmai, the day refers to the heavens, the pulse refers to the blood.

The meaning of the Tianmai is the blood left by the heavens. In this legend of the world, every few hundred years, there will be a bloodline left in the world to begin to wake up.

This kind of blood may represent a powerful force that cannot be resisted. For example, the great general in the distant Nasri country, at the historical juncture that the country is about to be destroyed by barbarians, with his personal bravery and combat power, assassinate the barbarism. Most of the members of the original parliament.

There are also Tianmai who will show great talent in art or wisdom, such as the Boer, who has just died for three hundred years in the West, and his wife, Fu Bo.

Naturally, no one can prove that they are the blood of the world who cares for the sufferings. But in fact, these people have brought peace and many other things to the world.

Moreover, all the Tianmai people disappeared without a trace, and no one, even the country, could see the clues. They only suddenly appeared, and suddenly disappeared. After leaving some hidden records, there was nothing left to prove their existence.

The middle-aged man in a wheelchair is one of the very few people who know that the vision of the celestial person does exist.

I don't know why, after Fan Shen died, the soul came to this world, that's it... incredibly cast into a baby's body, and the baby's father or mother is actually the mysterious and natural person on the mainland.

In the dawn, the battlefield has been cleaned, and the carriage slowly embarked on the stone road leading to the east. After the carriage, a group of black cavalry and a pale middle-aged sitting on the wheel ride constitute a disenchantment. Picture.

The carriage slammed the stone, smashed it, and woke up the baby lying on the soft silk mat.

The baby's eyes are slightly indifferent to the faces of those who saved their lives. Looking at the front of the carriage, they don't look like the average baby. They are so clear but unable to focus, but they have a few more unclear tastes. .

No one knows that such a tender little body contains a soul from a different world.

The eyes and the place, the curtains of the place floated with the oncoming wind, revealing the green mountains outside the corner of the car, and the long stone road that smashed back, like a myriad of pictures, is constantly Rewind the ground.

In front of the carriage, the scorpion boy was holding the iron in his hand tightly, and a black cloth was covered in his eyes, covering his eyes and blindfolding the day.

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