Dark Blood Age

Chapter 213 It is mine!

"No! It's mine! It's always!" The woman suddenly bounced from the ground, glaring and screaming, screaming, the waterfall-like three thousand hairs, flying in the sky, like a strange witch!

The old man sighed and stretched out his hand, and gently touched the woman's smooth and white face.

The hands seemed to have a magical magic. Under its softness, the flying silk was gently placed on the shoulders, and the woman's eyes gradually returned to calm.

In the old, muddy eyes, there is an infinite love and motherly pity, squirming dry lips, and sadly said: "Hey, you are too deep, too bitter, you know your pain, know you The heart is hard, this bow is like a monster. It has let you indulge it bit by bit five years ago. It has taken your soul away..."

The woman smiled bitterly, and the delicate face was lightly separated from the old hand, and walked to the ancient bow that had been hanged and swayed, gently stroking the elegance and perfection to make her infinitely obsessive, like a young The mother comforted the newborn baby, so intoxicated, satisfied, and proud, for a long time, with a remorse: "I am willing!"

"Three years ago, I told you that it does not belong to us, or even belongs to this world. It is like a ritual on the altar. It is proud, majestic and unrivaled! But it is loyal, but persistent. It has been waiting quietly for its owner, no matter how hard we work, it..." The old man sighed with a heartache.

The woman stroked the back of the bow, walked across the ancient bow to the opposite side, raised the beautiful face, smiled slightly, interrupted the old man: "Hey, how beautiful is it to see it? How do you see it in the country? How do you look at it?" The earth is unparalleled, isn't it? From the first time I saw it, I knew that it was mine, and that I am also it. We will not separate this life."

Said, she gently raised the ancient bow to her chest, bowed her head, and touched the back of her bow with her tender face, and was extremely intoxicated and happy.

The old lady saw her so general, helpless and sad, silently said: "Maybe this is God's will, make people."

The woman looked up and still smiled with a faint smile. She said, "Hey, you didn't say that if the owner it waited for, if it died, wouldn't it wait?"

The old man trembled, and a chill came straight from his soles. He shook his head when he sang: "But he has already appeared!"

The woman was stunned and dreamingly said: "If you die, isn't it? Dead..."

The old man suddenly stunned, regardless of his body, flew to the woman's body, grabbed her shoulder, and eagerly said: "Hey, boy! You wake up! Wake up! You can't do this, it will kill you." !"

The woman smiled a little and said: "Oh, no, you think I can still live?"

She lowered her head and caressed the bow and sighed: "My life is connected to it as early as..."

The old rumored, a sly, trembled backwards, arrogant and painfully linked: "It hurts you, it hurts you! If I didn't support you, buy it, your father. I will never let you spend so much money indiscriminately to buy a bow of unknown origin. It is me who hurts you and hurts you!"

"No..." The woman smiled and smiled, her eyes filled with magical light, and scorned: "You don't, you let me get the most precious gift of my life, you let me experience the wonderful and happy life." And life is the end, you are one of my favorite people in this life!"

The old tears passed through the dry skin, and the drops fell into the slightly squirming mouth of the cloth, bitter and bitter.

The woman gently lifted the ancient bow, strolling through the wrong side of the old man's side, fluttering hair, slightly ups and downs...

"Hey, wait!" The old man turned and turned, tears and tears, and screamed, "Let you help me, help you, maybe, maybe, your wish..."

The woman trembled a little, stopped her steps, and turned her back to the old man, but shook her head and said, "Oh, this time is its master, you will lose all mana, even... you have helped me too much. I don’t want to..."

The old man smiled warmly and stepped forward, gently stroking the woman's long hair, lovingly saying: "Hey, you know, when you were young, you also had long, long hair, your grandfather's mother. - Mrs. Chu, every morning, I will carefully comb them in front of the window, combing and combing, just like the flowing water in the river, flowing and screaming. At that time, your grandfather, he stood outside the window. Holding the book and watching us quietly..."

Speaking of this, the face of Laojiao is a little faint, which is the happiest and most delicate place in her life. It is the dream of a girl, the fairy tale of a girl, but the heartache is buried in her heart. People talked about it.

"...Your grandfather, he is a scholar, he is such a hero, but it is such a worry, until he is followed by Mr. Sun, is his happiest time, I hide in a distant place to look at him, can see him I am satisfied at a glance.

I know that I can't compare with Miss Joe. Miss Joe is your grandmother. I envy her. She is a new female student studying abroad. She knows a lot of truths. Listening to her is a kind of enjoyment. She takes me as a sister, the church. I have a lot of things. At that time, I think she and your grandfather are a natural pair. They are all such excellent people...

Later, I promised Mrs. Chu that she would not marry for life, follow her to learn Chu and complete her father's last wish. At that time, your grandfather got a child in middle age, that is, your father, but he was born, the devil is coming... Only I am holding your father who is under the full moon and crawling from the dead. Come out, drift all the way to the port city, and your poor father is injured again for the full moon, although the city has your home industry, but the time of the time...

In order to make your grandfather die and look good, I have exhausted my life and finally figured out a way to make your father get older and have a daughter like you. Hey, you know, you are everything, you are the bow of you! ......"

The woman gently wiped the tears from the corner of her eye and turned to lean in the arms of the old man, calling: "Hey..."

"Stupid girl!" Daddy happily stroked the woman's soft shoulder and said: "Give me the bow..."

The woman nodded and handed the ancient bow to the old man's hand and sat down.

The old man twitched from the delicate wooden box, took out a lot of colorful instruments, spread a special yellow paper on the ground, carefully and cherished the unknown pigments, condensed As if using all the power of the whole body, carefully drawn.

If Chu Yunsheng is here, he will be surprised to find that the graphics of Laojiao’s pens are twisted and twisted, full of loopholes, wrong piles, and even the most basic first-order symbols are inferior. It is simply a defective product in the defective product, but It is an imitation, a kind of copying, an infiltration and innovation that embodies the wisdom and speculation of countless generations, and finally it can also produce something that God does not look like.

That thing has a native name on this land, called "dao Fu"!