The old monk's voice also brought the dullness of the voice of King Wuqi.

"Although you can swallow your subjects, can you swallow the college stones that belong to me and my senior brother?"

The King of Wu Qi is rarely very anxious.

"Old man, hurry up and go out, otherwise we will both die! Let's go away, haven't you chosen a successor yet?!"

It can be seen that it is constantly kicking the old monk's body out of its mud, but the other party is like soybean powder stuck to the glutinous rice and refuses to leave. What's ridiculous is that the soybean powder has its own will.

Soybean flour, no, it was an old monk. He was stunned for a moment.

Turning his head and looking at a very distant place, the old monk smiled bitterly, "We are not all blind people, in fact, they have been there for a long time."

What's the meaning?

The king of Wuqi hadn't understood yet, and finally, the mud and water that had fought together became increasingly integrated.

"Uh!"

I don’t know if the roar that came from the bottom of my throat was from the old monk or the King Wuqi.

Ningning slowly recovered from the temporary pain of seizing consciousness.

What I saw when I opened my eyes was the part with red light, which seemed to be dying at a faster speed.

Then, is that an old bald man?

"No!"

I don’t know why Ning Ning always feels his heart twitching.

She almost blurted out this kind of cry. She began to be surprised after she shouted.

But the heart is not just a thrust, it is actually a deeper and hard to ignore than the kind of pain under her feet that almost made her lose consciousness.

It seemed like something was beating wildly, knocking on her heart, and she wanted to rush out and say something.

What's wrong, what's wrong with me?

Ningning pressed her throat and wanted to vomit. It was not something in the stomach, but something in the heart.

I have never felt this way before. It was obvious that the old man was just an old man. He just called himself here from Wuhou District and didn't give him any meat. He finally ate some of it and almost got sick.

She Ningning has done a lot of good things for this temple, and not many people have praised her yet. How hard it is!

At this moment, she clearly should have watched the show, but she came up without knowing why she didn't understand it. She even asked the old man to leave first.

Why, shouldn’t she be the one who is far away?!

But she did this, and she still did it so naturally.

I don’t know when this place became very familiar in her heart, this pagoda, this temple, and the people in front of her.

In the dark, it seemed that many bald people were slashing in front of her. The people's mouths moved, probably talking to themselves, but Ningning couldn't hear clearly.

Sometimes the ragged monk smiled at him, he was holding delicious and a pot of lotus stewed with a bit of strong taste, and sometimes he even had a golden glow on his body.

Later, there were countless painful figures in the sea of ​​fire.

When everything was settled, it was the black curtain that was pulled down, as if the drama had ended.

What floated out of silence was a baby.

A baby who can't cry.

She wrapped herself in a huge pale yellow underwear that washed away the edges, with a small heart embroidered on it.

What, I thought of this at this time.

Ningning shook her head quickly.

However, this feeling...

She touched her face quietly.

At some point, the edge of her face was already wet, and the warm liquid flowed into her scalp ridiculously from the corners of her eyes, and then dripped down.

Because of her desperate shaking her head, a lot of blood even ticked on her face from her ankles, and partly dripped on the corner of her mouth.

Then he slowly slid down to the corner of her eyes along her face.

Red liquid mixed with transparent ones.

For a moment, I couldn't tell whether it was blood or tears.

Ning Ning could no longer help but screamed in the agitation that rushed out of her heart.

"Old bald man, you are not allowed to die. I don't recognize you as my uncle. Why are you my uncle?"

"The bald donkey is back alive. Isn't it going to start acting in Fantastic Beasts 2? Do you know how much Grindelwald and the old Immortal Principal are so careful, I spoiled it!"

"You didn't even look at me. I ordered you not to die yet!"

"You are not my uncle, I haven't admitted you yet!"

She shouted incoherently, even though her feet were twisted, she still shook her body desperately, and began to swing her swing again and again to send her shaking body to the sky.

When it falls down again, deeper pain comes from the soles of the feet to the scalp.

Hearing Ningning's voice, the "old monk" pounced on King Wuqi and his movements stopped for a moment.

Then he asked softly.

"You call me, uncle?"

His voice seemed to be muttering to himself.

It seems to be whispering again.

That tone, even with some caution.

And that kind of care makes people feel sad for no reason.

sad.

Ning Ning was not familiar with this feeling, and only felt that her heart was about to burst.

She really doesn't know, she doesn't understand.

Ning Ning was stunned, only to know that she immediately shook her head and denied: "I don't, I don't, no, it's me who doesn't!"

"You haven't heard anything, it's all karma of your ears!"

She shook her head like crazy, because she struggled too much, tears mixed with blood flowed again. The warm liquid quickly turned into cold.

But the warm current has flowed into the heart that is very weak.

He smiled.

"But Uncle Master has heard it.

Hey, ‘Uncle Master’, why didn’t I know that it turns out that being called Uncle Master is so fulfilling.”

Everything is very quiet.

Only his warm laughter.

The black and white pictures that passed by Ning Ning's eyes overlapped with the people in front of him.

Miaoran Temple even had Zhenxin Zen. It had been silent for too long and its life seemed to be exhausted. Only Zen Master Xinxu stood up and searched for the meaning of Buddhism again.

He forgot his life safety just to find the real and innocent way.

He himself became a golden body.

Isn't it that a girl hanging upside down there?

Shi Xu understood that her heart was stronger than hers.

What can I do at this moment?

I was originally just a fool who was huddled in the turtle shell. I was sowed by a suggestion that could be extremely harmful and opened up such a fool who started such a hell.

But if he returns to that day again, he will still choose this way.

No regrets.

"I didn't call you uncle, I didn't!"

The girl seemed to know what would happen next and kept crying.

The pagoda stands alone, but the birds are flying.

It was cloudy and rainy, and the arhat shed tears.

"But I've heard it, I can't take it back."

"Ha, senior brother, have you heard it too?"

"Yes, that's the child who inherits your will, your apprentice..."

"Our apprentice."

The old monk's tone was light.
To be continued...