Psychic

Xuan Chengzi's sorrow can still be heard until he walks far away, and now he still has no choice but to clean up the portal.

Fangallo whispered while running: "You are so courageous that you dare to count Lin Nianci in the face of my master."

"It is because your Master is present that it is easiest to count her." Song Rui chuckled and seemed to find the scene just now very interesting.

"Huh?" Van Gaal was deeply puzzled.

"You told me about her growth experience, so I can roughly judge her psychological state. In her mind, your master is her patron saint and the most powerful person in the world. Beside your master, She must be the most relaxed and the most secure. "Song Rui analyzed.

"It's true that she thinks so. My Master will never hurt her." When I remembered that, Van Goghro no longer felt envious, but was full of calm.

"So you see, when a person is the most lax, it is the easiest to calculate, not to mention Lin Nianci and your master are in the same line, and they all look down on ordinary people. When I am close, in her eyes, it is about equal to one. An ant is approaching. Will anyone go to guard against an ant? No. "Speaking here, Song Rui laughed again.

However, Fangallo still felt incredible: "In your hands, she did not resist at all, like a frightened child. I have to start wondering whether the antique case is really related to her. She doesn't seem to have That ability. "

"Don't doubt yourself, she was the one who committed the crime, and it was her who was easily calculated." Song Rui guessed: "She should close her memory and become a baby to grow up again. She is Song Enci, but also Lin Nianci, It ’s like having two personalities in one body. When the waves are calm, she is the innocent and kind Lin Nianci; when she encounters a deadly threat, she will become Song Enci again to deal with the cruel outside world. So I failed to get out of her See traces of disguise. "

"It seems that she has guarded me for a long time, and she has grown up." Fangallo shook his head and smiled, seemingly interesting, but his pace was getting slower and slower.

Song Rui denied: "This time you look at yourself high, the closed memory is not to protect you, but to protect your master. She killed you, drifting away for nearly a hundred years, and daring to go back to see you when she is seriously injured and can't hold it What is your master? "

Fangallo had n’t thought about it yet, and Song Rui again said: “Because she knows that her acting tricks your Master. Your Master is the person who knows her best in the world. She killed you and went back immediately, your Master can see Out of her guilty conscience and anxiety. So she has to wait, wait for the time to pass, wait for things to fade, and wait for the anger to diminish her upsurge. By then, your Master will only be happy about her return, how can she doubt her? "

"She had to change her identity to live, but wanted to stay with your master, then she must make herself really a blank sheet, otherwise your master would be able to see the flaws. Deceived herself, She can deceive your master. "

"She is naive and conceited. After killing you, she may have never thought that you will come back again, and how could she be prepared for you." Song Rui shook his head and whispered: "The heart is hard to calculate, but the heart is easy Calculate, as long as you grasp the weakness. She knows that she is your master ’s weakness, so she has been invincible from the beginning. By trusting herself to your master in her own name, she can be beautiful, Live peacefully under your master's wings. "

"It turned out to be this way ..." Fangallo realized, feeling with emotion: "In order to stay with Master, she really bothered."

Song Rui squatted down, leaned into Van Gogh ’s leg bend, picked him up, and ran forward quickly, breathing while telling: "Do n’t mention her, we reserve a little strength."

"Don't mention her." Van Gogh continued to strengthen the space in the abdomen, and the tone was brisk: "I knew that only you would help me when Qianfu pointed."

Song Rui ran straight ahead, and his voice became thick and breathy: "I won't help you, who will help you?"

He took it for granted, as if it was a fate to put everything he had on Van Gogh.He can be afraid of life and death for him, or he can be afraid of strong enemies.Knowing that the woods were full of killings, he still came, because he did not want to stay in a safe place and survived alone.

"Even if everyone stands up and accuses me, you will always believe me, right?" Van Galo wanted to smile, but spit out blood.

Song Rui's running speed increased a bit, his voice hoarse: "Of course, this is our agreement."

The word agreement is really good.Fangalo wiped the corners of Yin Hong's mouth with recollection in his eyes: "Do you know, I was born to know."

Song Rui looked down at him, and his pupils were full of surprises, but the surprises were not because of his evil background, but because of his frankness.

"How does it feel to be born?" Song Rui asked along the line.

"It doesn't feel very good." Van Gaal's pupils gradually lost focus, as if penetrating the dark fog and the canopy of the sky, and looked into the long past.

"When I was born, my mother's delivery room was glowing with red and bloody red, which shocked many people. At that time, a wandering Taoist came to the door and pointed me at a broken sentence. My father and mother felt deeply Fear, I threw me in the wilderness the next day. "

Van Gogh's tone was very indifferent, as if telling someone else's story.

Song Rui's heart was cramped by these few words.Because he knows it by birth, he remembers everything and understands it. From the day of his birth, the people in his arms have been suffering for a lifetime.Is he really evil?No, on the contrary, he is a spirit!He should have had a wonderful and happy life.

"Don't say it!" Song Rui's voice was hoarse.He thought that Van Gogh had only light and no dust in his heart, but it turned out that he lived in the abyss just like himself.

"What I don't say now, I'm afraid I won't have a chance in the future." Although Van Gaal said desperate words, his eyes were calm and clear.

Song Rui's tears fell on his face, it was hot, but the blood he spit out was cold.

Van Gogh licked the tear and weakly said, "Don't cry, your tears are bitter." His tongue has no sense of taste, then the bitterness comes out of Dr. Song's heart.He didn't want to make him suffer.

Song Rui closed his eyes fiercely, so that he should never show his fragile appearance again.If even he collapses, who can take this man to a safe place.

Fangallo put his hand on his shoulder and continued: "But I was lucky. I was picked up by an old beggar after lying in the cold wind for a while, and he took me back to Ping'an Town again, using Taomi water Raise me. Maybe it ’s because I ’m so well-behaved, when begging for food, others are always willing to give me a few more cups of rice, and the days are not sad. My mother often sends her mother to visit the broken temple outside the city Me, give me some food. She always remembers me. "

Song Rui's heart felt a tangle of gratification in his tone.Was he just so happy just remembered?Because life is too bitter, even just a little sweet is enough to memorize?No, it's not like that. He deserves better because he is good enough.

"Later, because of civil unrest, the court sent troops to kill people all over the city. I was crushed by my adoptive father and wiped his face with blood, so he escaped the disaster. Everyone died, they used their own bowls I saved a bite of rice here, raised me, and I had to repay it. I crawled out of the corpse and looked around, and suddenly I felt a very mysterious feeling. "

"I have to save them, both the living and the dead."

"No need to look for it. I naturally know who is still alive and who is already dead. I placed the people who were alive and found a scripture to overtake the dead. I do n’t know what to do. It ’s useless. I ’m just acting instinctively. When I ’m given a meal, I still have to nurture. Although I was abandoned by my parents, the people in the whole city are my parents. "

Song Rui pressed her lips tightly, not talking, not interested in those past events, but he was afraid that he would choked as soon as he opened his mouth.Where does a little child have such a heavy sense of responsibility?Just a bite, is it worth it?

Fangallo told him in a sharp and brisk tone that it was worth it.

"I was feeding the surviving people while reading the scriptures. Unconsciously, the blood in the city faded, the clouds in the sky opened, a ray of sunlight shone down, and the vulture hovering down was taken away by me. Those who were dying were all alive. "

"Later, a group of monks came and helped me bury the corpses of the city and took me to Longyin Temple for placement. They called me Buddha."

Hearing this, Song Rui finally adjusted his mind and said dumbly: "So you were supposed to be a monk?"

"Yes, I was supposed to be a monk." Van Gogh smiled in a low voice, as if remembering a very good thing, "It's just that my uncle is here, he wants to take me into the door."

Song Rui knew what happened to him later, so Shen said: "You should be a monk."

"No, meeting Uncle Shi is the greatest luck in my life. I have never regretted it." The smile on the corner of Van Gogh's mouth hasn't faded for a long time, and his voice also brought a vibrant life: "My Uncle put me on the open ground, and The old monk stood on each side and let me choose. If I chose him, I would be the spirit son of Taoism, and if I chose the old monk, I would be the Buddha of Buddha. "

"The old monk is serious, just standing on the ground and talking about some principles of saving sentient beings. I understand, but I did n’t move. My uncle took out many delicate gadgets and a bunch of red glamorous from the cloth pocket. Sweet gourd, beckoning at me, smiling friendly and brilliant. "

Fangallo smiled more and more briskly: "When I saw the bunch of candied gourds, I ran to him."

Hearing this, even Song Rui, who was full of misery, couldn't help laughing.He could almost imagine the scene of this man running with his short legs shaking, it must be cute.

"My uncle laughed and hugged me up and kissed me gently on the face. Only then, I realized deeply that if I chose him, I would not regret this life." With a fascinating smile on his face, but tears in his eyes.

His tone is very plain, but Song Rui, who is well versed in psychology, understands how thrilling the cheek kiss, as light as a butterfly, is in Van Gogh's life.A child who grew up in hunger and cold has been abandoned by birth, not knowing what his father loves, what he loves, the temperature of the hug, and even the future.

Other people's meal is still regarded by him as a kindness, what about someone's precious and important kiss?Should that be a general gift from God?Without experiencing the extreme loneliness and loneliness, you will not understand the value of being cherished.

The strong arms that lifted him high, the person who smiled like the sun, the kiss that burst out of love, gave Vangallo the courage to travel across the sea of ​​swords, and this made him fall into hell today. Unyielding soul.

Song Rui's tears fell again. He only hated that he was born a few hundred years later. He failed to catch up with that moment and failed to give the poor child who had nothing to have a light cheek kiss.In fact, the tragedy of Van Galaro's life originated from this moment, but he always felt that it was the time when he was closest to happiness.

"Your uncle should be good to you?" Song Rui hopes the answer is yes, otherwise his heart will break.

"Uncle Master treats me like a parent."

Song Ruidun felt comforted as if he had been treated well.

"But I killed him in the end." The small smile on Fangallo's face did not know when it had completely disappeared, and his clear eyes were covered with a layer of death.

"I believe you must be bitter." Song Rui said without thinking.

Fangallo closed his eyes, speechless for a long time.Regardless of whether or not you are bitter, you just do it.He suddenly grabbed Song Rui's hand and whispered, "Here it is."

"What?" Song Rui hasn't reacted yet.

Van Gogh struggled to the ground and stumbled a few steps.

It was only at this time that Song Rui discovered that he ran to a darker place. The black mist in the air was thick like water, pouring into the mouth and nose constantly, which made his chest feel stuffy and nausea.Just because the mist is so stinky, the soaring air is like an invisible ghost, tearing the nerves of people passing by.

Van Gogh stepped forward step by step, and the mist spread away from both sides of his body, becoming thin and shallow.

So Song Rui was shocked to find that he actually ran to a huge plant that ten adults could not hold together.Countless tiny vines twisted into the trunk of this plant, and resembled sea monster's tentacles, protruding their teeth in all directions, forming a canopy with no end in sight.

There was a humanoid tree standing in the open space around it, some kneeling on the ground, some seemed to be running, and some were shouting in the sky.

While Van Gogh walked toward the huge plant, he pointed at the trees along the way and said, "This is Zhang Yang. This is Zhang Wencheng, and they are all here."

Song Rui looked at the ghosts of the two men who were not trees or trees, and wondered: "Look at their chests."

Van Gogh looked down and saw the two of them breaking open a big hole in the chest, and then looked at the other tree people. Without exception, they saw holes in their bodies, some in the abdomen, some in the head, and Some are in the back of the neck.

He dangled his hands in front of the faces of these trees, and after a slight induction, his eyes changed slightly: "They are all aliens who have already awakened, and the jade pendants in their bodies have been removed."

"Is it taken away?" Song Rui pointed to the giant tree standing quietly in the thick fog.

"It should be it. No wonder there are as many as five or six jade pieces in Zhang Yang's body. It was originally borrowed from the hand of this tree. The holy thing is a holy thing, even if it becomes a fine monster, its strength is extraordinary." Drop the fish-shaped necklace that Zhang Yang and Zhang Wencheng hung around his neck.

"This is not the jade you are looking for?" Song Rui asked curiously.

"This is the tool they used to collect faith." Vanguard's palms absorbed the remaining faith in the necklace, making up for the spiritual energy that was previously spent.

"No wonder Zhang Wencheng wants to be a superstar, Zhang Yang wants to open an entertainment company." Song Rui immediately understood the mystery inside.Collecting faith is nothing more than becoming a god.

Van Gaalo threw away the two broken necklaces, step by step toward the huge plant, climbed its thick roots, and sat on the soft moss.Song Rui climbed up without fear and stood beside him.The two looked down at the open space, only to find that all the trees showed a posture towards the giant tree. In addition to fear, their faces were mixed with longing and greed.

They gathered around like moths and fires, and rushed like a pilgrimage to believers, but they eventually turned into dead objects.

Fangalo stretched out his slender fingertips, sighing at them with their faces frozen into dead wood, sighing, "This is the end of blind pursuit of power."

Song Rui looked down at him and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Fangallo took his hand and asked, "Do you believe me?"

Song Rui looked at him deeply, and then nodded: "Go, I'll wait for you here." No more language is needed, he already knows everything this person wants to tell.

Fangalao smiled lowly for the tacit understanding of "you don't say I don't speak, but you can communicate with each other".But no one of him or Dr. Song is a man who is greedy for life, afraid of death, and fearful of death.He thought he would never find a companion, but it turns out that God's arrangement is always so wonderful.

"Do what you think is right." Song Rui rubbed his head: "If you are unsuccessful, I will die when I wait here. This ending is very good."

"Yeah, it's good." Van Gaal chuckled uncontrollably, and finally removed the space in his abdomen to let the vine out.

Being so close to the mother, the vine wrapped Van Gogh's body only momentarily, pulling him bit by bit into the thick trunk of the mother tree.

Song Rui stepped back a few steps and looked at this scene with forbearance. His eyes were red, but he never dared to blink.He was afraid that he would just miss it for a moment, and that he would never meet again.

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