Luo Ren was a little angry. He was born with disgust for others to analyze and spy on him.

He Ruihua seemed to be unable to understand his mood: "In this situation, according to the degree of acceptance, he is indeed a relative > friend > lover."

"Because for relatives, blood is thicker than water. No matter what happens, they will accept it, whether it is crazy or stupid or stupid."

"If you are a friend, you will be hesitant at first, but as long as this person is not a traitor and has no moral principles, and the basis for making friends is still there, you can still be friends."

That's all he said, and did not analyze the "lover" in detail.

But Luo Ren understands what he means and also understands his own problem.

He didn't fall in love with Kiyo, he just fell in love with his small pocket.

Kiyo in front of him was like a stranger, and he couldn't accept it immediately. He even felt that he had no reason to disgust and hostility towards her.

I think it was because of her that her girl disappeared.

He had the urge to break into the door and wanted to ask her: "Where did you hide your little pocket?"

***

I woke up early in the morning and went to the bathroom with 13,000 to sleep. I was not at ease, and maybe I didn’t sleep deeply. I had too many thoughts mixed in my dreams.

I dreamed that a female savage was painting on the stone wall with a stone block. He approached and saw that she was painting the scene when she was beaten to death by the villagers. At the bottom of the trap, she had no hope of struggling. He was also on the picture, holding his arms, sneering and watching.

Ten thousand three hundred was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and he denied it in a stack of voices: "It's not like this!"

The female savage smiled at him, suddenly changed her face, grabbed his neck, and clicked...

I dreamed of Luo Ren again, and 10,000 came to him and asked, "Have you found the little boss's wife? Is she still treating her illness?"

Luo Ren didn't say anything, but pointed to the heights. Ten thousand three looked up and found that countless windows were opened on the wall. The figure reflected in each window was Mu Dai. Then, the one in the center was pushed away. Mu Dai lowered his head and looked at his meaningful smile.

With the crackling sound of firecrackers, the Phoenix Tower opened, and somehow the firecrackers ignited the fire. With just turning their faces, the Phoenix Tower was deeply trapped in a sea of ​​fire...

"Brother Sansan? Brother Sansan?"

Cao Yanhua hurriedly called the name of 10,000, and while calling him, he grabbed his shoulder and shook his sway. His movements were simple and rough, like pounding rice.

The 13,000-year-old who woke up didn't care about scolding Cao Yanhua. He was glad that he woke up in a nightmare, and he felt that it was indeed a bit unfavorable for the past few days.

You have to worship a Bodhisattva, burn paper, or throw away your shoes (throw evil), or fly a kite and let go of bad luck for a while.

Seeing that Yi Wansan's eyes were straight, Cao Yanhua reached out to his hand and made a series of tricks, as if he was summoning the soul.

Ten thousand three said: "Are you sick?"

Cao Yanhua said: "Did I see it?"

Ten thousand three wondered: "What did you see?"

Cao Yanhua was so sorry that he couldn't make a big deal: "Tu!Tu! Have you forgotten?"

***

When we take back the third evil simplicity, everyone breathes a sigh of relief openly and secretly, just like when we were in school, we would have finished a semester and finished the final exam, and we always felt that it was natural to rest for a while.

What's more, it really loses vitality.

Mu Dai car accident, Yan Hongsha lost his relatives, and the others were almost killed in a bad state. The popularity of the evil Jian naturally decreased.

Why do we have to chase and take back the evil sword? The thing that has no beginning and no end is still confusing, dangerous, and has no sense of accomplishment or motivation.

Only Cao Yanhua, probably driven by Virgo's obsessive-compulsive disorder, feels that if you don't collect all seven points a day, you will be unable to sleep or eat a day.

So, if he has time, he depends on the soil.

The mud, sand, and yellow soil are all blindly watching when they are caught and actively take care of all sweeping matters. Once a broom is down, the dust will surely be flying. After the dust is settled, the broom will be swept away.

Once, the bar guest saw it and asked 13,000: "Is there any problem here when this little worker in your bar?"

When talking, he pointed his index finger at his forehead, worried.

He also reminded 13,000: "Modern people are under a lot of psychological pressure, so they may have mental problems. Don't take it seriously. Discover early and treat early to eliminate all hidden dangers!"

This person is probably working in an advertising company.

Hard work pays off, and finally he saw something.

Sitting up lazyly in the face of ten thousand three thousand.

"What did you see?"

Cao Yanhua doesn't know how to describe it.

"I just... it's the small flower bed in front of the bar. Uncle Zhang mentioned changing the new season of flowers. I thought, loosen the soil in advance, so I took the shovel to shovel..."

***

He has not been very effective in practicing martial arts these days, but at least he is strong and healthy, and he is a piece of cake to loosen and dig.

The wind was warm in the morning, and tourists were in groups of three or three. A girl in a short skirt was blown up by the wind. He was still in a state of mind, rubbed and whistled secretly, then stepped on the edge of the shovel and shoveled down.

Ten thousand three are really too lazy to listen to this kind of nagging preface: "What's the matter?"

Cao Yanhua swallowed his saliva, as if he was still scared.

"I saw a hole."

Tycoon San looked at him like a ghost, but Cao Yanhua didn't know it, and looked natural.

Ten thousand three could not bear it anymore: "Are you talking nonsense? If you dig a shovel, of course you will see a hole!"

Cao Yanhua trembled for a moment: "No."

It is dark red, like flesh, with folds of the skin, and rhythmic ups and downs.

This is how Ten Wan San felt goose bumps on his arms.

"Then what?"

"Then it seems like the wind is blowing, can you imagine it?" Cao Yanhua felt that the words were exhausted, "It was the wind blowing in that cave, with a fishy smell, blowing up..."

Then it disappeared. He looked at it with a cold sweat. It was just a shovel dug out of the soil. Under the sunlight, some mud and dust fell, like...
Chapter completed!