Versatile Mage

Just just entering the evening, Yizhai felt that she was tired and sleepy. She climbed up from the lounge chair and saw a girl holding a big can of things and rushing.

"The inside is the gray that was cleaned?" Yizhe called the girl and asked.

The girl was obviously afraid of Yoshi's Yarn, and she didn't dare to lift her head. She didn't have the courage to say it. She just nodded there and hid her hands when she cleaned the jars.

Yi Zhi yarn has already seen it, she went forward and said: "Give me."

The girl nervously handed the jar containing all the ashes to the yarn of Iraq.

"Things are put down, hands are given to me."

When the girl took orders and made her hand out, she still couldn’t look up. She was afraid to be reprimanded by the yarn of Iraq!

Yi Zhi yarn often trains people, goes up to the great sages, and goes down to their little believers.

Suddenly, Xiaoxin’s woman felt a hint of warmth coming from the hand of the cut palm. She sneaked a glance at her palm and was surprised to find that the hand of Yi’s yarn was covering it, the warm light. The group was passed from the hand of Yi Zhi, and quickly healed the wound of Xiaoxin female.

Xiaoxin female surprised Zhang’s mouth.

Is Yoshi's yarn personally treated for himself? ?

This is why many of the Knights of the Knights of the Knights have no chance to gain glory! !

"Which place is better, is it suitable for burying this can?" Yizhe pointed to the ashes on the ground and asked.

"There is a quiet place behind the Aershan Spring in the east." Xiaoxin female suddenly was not afraid, and she answered with great courage.

"Yeah." Yizhai nodded and picked up the ashes on the ground and walked toward the east.

The little letter girl looked blank.

She didn't know what Yoshi's Yarn was going to do. After all, the two hours ago, the ashes of the ashes were quickly spread in the Temple of the Virgin. The believers who served here on the members of the goddess also knew that it was Iraq. The yarn is some loved ones, some friends, some of the ashes under the hand.

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Aiershan Spring is in a relatively remote position of the goddess peak. The goddess peak is very large, and there are still some parts of the original mountain forest. When Yizhiya took the Parthenon temple, they often buried some goddess who opposed them. A mountain on the goddess peak.

In the eyes of the Greeks, the sacred Parthenon is indeed like the heavenly sacred heavens and the paradise on earth. In the eyes of Iraqi Yarn, it is a magnificent cemetery, where the dead in the battle of Parthenon is buried everywhere. People.

When I arrived at Aershan Spring, Izai saw a person, and was kneeling near the Aershan Spring.

There are very few men in the goddess who can step in. At least the former Yoshizawa is forbidden to enter the goddess peak except for the Knights' Hall, but this rule seems to have been gradually changed by Ye Xinxia and become less strict.

"Sorry, I seem to be lost. It is too big. I walked and lost my direction. This lady, do you know how to go to the Temple of the Virgin?" The middle-aged man looks ordinary and wears to the extreme. A gentle smile on his face is like a person with a particularly optimistic attitude.

"Ms.?" Izai was the first to hear someone call him a name.

What's more, here is Greece, the Parthenon of the Parthenon, and some people don't know themselves?

"The first time I came, I came to visit my daughter. I heard that there are a lot of rules here. If I have something wrong, please forgive me." The middle-aged man scratched his head and the dark brown eyes gave a simple feeling.

"Not for the time being. If you go in the direction of me, you can go to the Temple of the Virgin." Isez has stared at the other person's eyes for a second. As a magician of the spiritual system, there is nothing to repair. It is a little difficult for people to deceive themselves.

"Ah, thank you, thank you, the scenery here is so good. I have seen such a place of celestiality for the first time. However, it is a bit boring, my daughter is very busy, I am not good at disturbing her, I can only come out by myself. Just strolling around, even the individual did not speak." The middle-aged man said.

"You really have a lot of words." Yi Zhi yarn.

"Ha ha ha, indeed, I also feel that if you want to make me feel noisy, I can't say it. What are you doing with a jar? Is it here to fill the spring water? Do you need me to help?" Asked with a smile.

"You can help me bury it, I don't want to dirty my hands." Yizhai glanced at the surrounding soil, all the mud after the decay of the leaves. She was cursed and she had some fear of the soil.

"No problem, but why bury it, is it sauerkraut?" The middle-aged man showed his own shallow cognition.

"The ashes!"

"Oh oh, sorry, sorry, I don't know if you have a loved one passed away, your loved ones... oh so heavy?" When the middle-aged man took over, his hands sank a few points.

Yoshi's yarn does not speak.

The middle-aged man also said that it was not easy to say that he had found a place where the soil was still dry in the spring, and the movement quickly opened the soil.

"The same is true of our hometown. When a loved one passes away, it is placed in a small box, buried in a place with mountains and water. The leaves fall back to the roots, and people are buried in the earth. In fact, you don't have to be too upset. People live in this world and sometimes like it. It is to enter a casino, the rules of the casino, the interests of the casino, all kinds of casinos will attract us, keep betting, keep on chipping, and grieve is like throwing a sieve, telling yourself to pull out every time, In the past, the days of pastoral comfort and leisure, in the end, often only enter this small jar will eventually return to the mountains..." middle-aged man said.

He used the branches to shovel the soft soil, and the action was very gracious, as if he often did something similar.

Yizhe stood next to him and looked calmly.

There are indeed a lot of people familiar with Yoshi's yarn. Originally, she only had anger in her heart. She didn't have much sorrow. I don't know why I listened to this man's nonsense, but there was a trace of guilt in my heart.

Their faces are in front of the yarn of Iraqi.

Many of them are doing their best to please themselves. Many times, Yoshizawa feels disgusted. Think carefully about whether they might put themselves in a position that is important to them.

"You go to pick a fruit." The middle-aged man also stuck a lot of soil on his hands, but he didn't mind his own hands.

"Fruit?" The yarn of Iraq is incomprehensible.

"The core of the fruit is the seed. It is better to bury it with the altar. It is better to sprinkle the ashes here, and then put down a seed, just next to the spring, to mourn than the grave of the loved one, watching the cold tombstone Sad and tearful, it is better to watch a new sprout grow up, drive it to bloom, open it into a towering tree... so they don’t feel that they left themselves, and when they suffer, they can still go to this Under the tree, lying quietly, just like being guarded by them, the heart will calm down." The middle-aged man said.

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