Old Chapters

"The King of Yellow Clothes?" Lu Li didn't react at once, and then thought about it, Huang Di explained that although the King of Yellow Clothes is strange, but there seems to be no big problem, he said the name lightly, a faint sense of horror Appearing in Lu Li's mind, he didn't even notice Lu Li's sensitive control.

"Time's up! You're going back! Take care of the master!" A smile appeared on the wooden puppet's face, letting go of her long-term worries, as if she had let go of everything, her breath became calm, and even seemed dead: "I'm really sorry, I deceived you and used despicable means, I don't care what you think of me, but please be sure to take good care of the master."

The whole world began to become dreamy, distorted, and even fragmented. When Lu Li woke up again, he had already returned to the ruined temple. He felt a tug on his nose. He touched it subconsciously, only to find that it was some dry stuff. Blood scab, and then suddenly realized that his hand can be used.

The old man on the other side woke up in a daze, Lu Li moved his body and felt it carefully. Only then did he realize that he had been hurt in a false dream before, and after returning here, he has all recovered. The only injury that can be called is only When I entered before, my brain was liberated, which caused a nosebleed. I reached into my pocket and found that all three rule modules were there, and the other pocket was the cinnabar talisman.

"It's just..." Lu Li moved his left hand and found that compared to his right hand, his flexibility had dropped a lot. Lu Li felt it carefully and found that there were no problems with the blood vessels, muscles, and nerves in his left hand, but his flexibility had dropped by half out of thin air.

"Is the reason for the mysterious side?" Lu Li had nothing to do about it, and then he continued to silently perceive his state, and found that all the places where he was injured before are now all a little uncomfortable, and there is an inexplicable pain, just a kind of strange The perception of his body told Lu Li that after a while, these discomforts would disappear, unlike the permanent loss of flexibility in his left hand.

"Look at the sky, it will be dawn in less than an hour!" The old man walked to the gate of the temple to take a look, and when he came back, he sighed and said, "It's all my fault, the old man, I'm lazy, and now there is not enough firewood to support the dawn, and this night is again It's not safe, this... hey!"

"Master, don't blame yourself too much, no one knows what will happen until the last moment. There is no way out." Lu Li said comfortingly, but with a smile in his eyes, he already understood what the puppet was going to do. Now, he remembered what the puppet said at that time: monsters are the best fuel.

The teardrops from the corners of the puppet's eyes released strange fluctuations, lurking in the unknown, slowly stirring people's emotions, a little guilt, it would turn into a strong shame, a little self-blame, it would turn into a surging regret, a little complaining, just will become absolute hatred.

"I'm just a waste! I've lived for decades without accomplishing anything, and I'm still implicated when I get old!" The old man couldn't help but recall his past. I couldn't prepare winter clothes, and I didn't even have a home, so I could only live in a ruined temple, waiting to die in the cold night.

"Why do I live like this cowardice? It's not all because of you!" The old man watched as the fire gradually became smaller and no more firewood was added. In his heart, he suddenly became angry, looking at the puppet in his arms, the anger attacked his heart and shielded his reason: "It has been delayed on you for a lifetime, and now nothing has fallen, this winter and this night see It's going to be hard, what else do I need you to do? It's better to burn it - to warm up!"

As soon as the voice fell, the old man gave it away and threw the puppet into the fire. The flames rolled over the puppet and sparked a burst of sparks, as if the temperature had also risen. Lu Li watched silently from the side. I can't sense the means used by the puppets, but through the information given in the previous prompt box, I can roughly understand what happened. It is nothing more than that the puppets sacrificed themselves using hypnosis to illuminate others.

As the puppet entered the fire, the flames started to grow bigger, the old man's eyes were red, he sat angrily beside the fire, his hands folded towards Huishou, he wanted to hug something, but he was suddenly stunned, what else could he hug, Wasn't his most precious thing thrown into the fire just now?

Looking at the rising fire, the old man was stunned: "What the **** did I do?"

His emotions dropped, and his lost sense also returned. The old man stared blankly at the fire, his body was unsteady, and he fell to the ground, but he didn't respond at all. He suddenly found that he seemed to have done the most stupid thing in his life. thing.

Just when the old man was about to rush into the fire and wanted to rescue him, the puppets in the fire rattled, and UU read www.uukanshu. Com turned over, sparks were flying, and the air burned by the flames was a little distorted, making the puppets in the fire seem very far away.

The scene on the puppet was on fire, wrapping around her, making her even more gorgeous. She smiled, bowed down to the old man, and bowed to the old man gracefully and charmingly. Covered by flames, it becomes extraordinarily dazzling against the backdrop of flames.

Her face was full of smiles, probably the happiest moment in her life, because they finally got rid of the fate of the other side of the flower, maybe the flowers and leaves will meet one day, even if the price is death, even if it is turned to ashes, But so what?

I have performed thousands of songs and dances under your hands, but this time, I want to show you in person, I can save you, and I can really meet you and present a song and dance to you, then What a beautiful thing it is, it is worthwhile to burn yourself to ashes for this!

The puppet danced in the fire. There were no words to describe how beautiful it was. The old man had tears in his eyes and opened his mouth slightly. He stared blankly at the person in the flames.

At the end of the song, the knuckles of the puppet collapsed and collapsed into the wood and charcoal fire with a click. The old man could no longer hold back his tears, and fell to the ground and began to cry, just like when his parents were killed in the past. The child who stopped and prevented from watching the puppet show, he understood that what he threw into the fire was not just the puppet, but also his lifelong persistence and love. For him, puppets have long been not a thing. Dead things, but his own family, his children and relatives.

Because of the puppet, the fire rises, the fire is extraordinarily warm, not only the body but also the soul.

After a long time, the old man sighed, "It's warm and lonely!"