Rebirth of Japanese Wolf Legacy

Annual sense of age.

Girl falling into the cliff.

Boy escaping the responsibility.

Mountain snow.

White wedding moon.

Silent night.

Consciousness in the deep sea of ​​memory, the feet is like a heavy lead block, and the desertion is gradually taken.

Is there any memory depth, what is it?

"Our five people have always been together later."

That is a sentence, it is a child's agreement.

The most precious agreement.

Unable to break the agreement.

Suddenly the children's face flashed in the eyes of the deserter.

That is two boys, three girls, which have a pair of twins.

"Autumn ... Snow?" Washen is expected to tell.

No answer, the picture is flashing.

He continued to dive, it has been dive, like the deepest ditch, the darkness of the face is like a huge hydraulic pressure, but it is breathed.

People say that the place where the heart is mostly, is often his most fearful place.

Wilderness is coming to the place where the heart is destacted.

In front of the scene is not terrible, his eyes are just Xuelin, a white.

I can see a few deer ever.

There is a wooden house in Xuelin, a luxurious wooden house, and the chimney has an early smoke, and it will be laughter from time to time.

Washali is looking into this scene, some points can not be true or illusory.

He returned to this place.

For him, the heart is deep, the most fearful place.

The door of the wooden house is slowly opened.

The children's laughter came from the children.

Walking in the desertichuan and went to the place where he was most familiar.

Decons in the house are still exactly the same as memory.

Sitting an old man in the hall, he sat in the lounge chair and smoked the pipe, squinted, slowly swaying.

Half-large children suddenly stopped playing, they went to brush their heads.

"Little white, you come back?" The child headed and said.

"Young Master ..." The hand of the Wilderness is a bit trembled.

Not because of scared, but anger.

Suddenly the children stood together, and they were over.

Not facing the desertichuan, but the old man towards the lounge chair.

They hit the stick.

Use a teenager's fist beat.

Pick up the pen with the scissors ...

"Young Master" quietly looked at the desertichuan smile.

"Little white, or you, we also found the secret of the old man!"

"Stop!" Washal, angry, swayed, exhausted all his strength, but it fell.

The fist passed through the "young master", all of which were illusory, only "Young Master" endless residues were left in the ear.

"Thank you ... Thank you ... Thank you ... Thank you ..."

The old man on the lounger was overwhelmed by the green face and the blood of the blood.

He gradually hangs and highly handed down, like a wit poppies.

Washali is disadvantage, copying stools and knives to those hybrids surrounded by old people.

"Rolling! Go! Don't move! I killed you! Are you not afraid of death !?" He is «« «« ç « .

Can not be used, the scene in front of you is only vain, blood mixed with laughter, the sound of bones is clear and audible.

He gradually sat down and headed down, like a dog that was taken away.

"Child ..." Suddenly the old voice sounded.

The desertichuan is gradually lifted, and it is full of blood, the old man's face.

The surroundings of those half-made children have no longer exist, only two of them are left in the wooden house.

"Why do you want to sell me?" The old man's eyes flowed down, "I am so good to you, I promise to give you all ..."

"No, no, I don't ..." The retreat of the deserter.

"I have taught you, honest, be kind, be brave, to punish evil spirits ... can why I have children, for you, I am willing to pay all, why do you want to me? White ... guest!"

"I am not! No! I don't want to deliberate!"

Washali hope that the blood is boiling, he is gradually become ... strange things.

"Answer me! Why!?"

The warm room violently burned, the curtains were fired, and the beams became the flames, the old man also took the flame, he came back from hell.