Reading The Remnants (Wen Guan)

The ghost gas dissipated like a fog, and the Soul Strategy Army disappeared without a trace. Several long and short shadows appeared on the stone walls. The gods, ghosts, birds and beasts, as well as mortals, were portrayed fairly and darkly by the light. All abruptly smoothed out.

Everyone looked at Li Shiyi, trying to figure out her reaction with very different ideas.

However, Li Shiyi only blinked and said: “Um.” There was nothing else to say.

She accepted this unusual identity plainly, and she owed a little extra curiosity, with only a slight discomfort. This discomfort was not in the word “Fujun”, but only came from Aro’s kneeling gesture respectfully. .

A Luo got up empathetically, Li Shiyi moved his neck, his shoulders were still a little sore, and he habitually waved, and brought Song Jiu to his hand, holding her hand and squeezing her with his thumb. Wipe away the dirt on the belly.

She looked down at her actions to clean up for Song Jiu, and took out the Shentu order with the other hand and handed it to Arrow.

“This was originally yours.” Arrow said.

The order of Shentu is the order of the monarch of Taishan Mansion. Ling Heng has always stayed on his body, but when he reborn, he was left by the side of the Yellow Spring.

With a move of Li Shiyi’s right hand, he twisted the token half a circle in the palm of her palm, then bent her index finger and nodded the engraved lotus flower on her head. Her nails knocked the wood grain into a deep sound, and she sighed for no reason.

In the sound of her sigh, Song Nineteen awkwardly read what she was thinking-this token, it seemed that it was not as good as a cigarette.

Among the shocking circumstances, Li Shixi was solemnly aggrieved by this trivial matter. Song Shiji found it very interesting, and curled his lips.

Lifting his eyes to see Li Shiyi looking at her, he raised his eyebrows slightly, Song Shiji’s index finger gently scratched in the palm of her hand, Li Shiyi lowered the eyebrows and rubbed Song Shi calmly. Nine’s fingertips.

It seemed to be rubbing on the cusp of her heart.

Song Jiu’s messy heart instantly calmed down, and was soothed to be flat. She touched Li Shiyi’s slightly loose finger bones, knowing that Li Shiyi was the same.

A low human voice came from the side. Li Shiyi turned his head and saw, A Luo squatted beside Yun Niang and confessed a few words to her in a low voice. Gradually it becomes transparent and disappears completely in a moment.

The Shen Tu Ling in Li Shiyi’s hand trembled slightly.

Arrow got up and walked over and heard Song Jiu ask: “Where is Niang Yun?”

Arrow pointed to Shen Tu Ling: “Here.”

Li Shiyi was puzzled. A Luo looked at the red mole on her neck and said softly: “Although you are now back to your body, you can’t use many spells because you have no memory. If you want to completely drive the Shentu order, you need Sacrifice with soul.”

“Three Souls Sacrifice, God Tugui-this soul is not an ordinary soul, it must be a soul related to you. In the past, you helped me collect the manglietia. Shen Tu Ling returned to his place.”

Li Shiyi’s lip line moved a little, and Arrow lowered his eyes and said, “As for why you were reborn, you don’t have to ask me, I don’t know.”

“It is only vaguely inferred that it has something to do with her.” A Luo turned his eyes to Song XIX.

Song Nineteen was startled, Arrow smiled lightly, and said softly: “That’s also the case. I asked you to go find 狌狌.”

Arrow did not deliberately create difficulties that day, let alone pretending to be arrogant. Gui Gui knows all the past events in heaven and on earth. He not only knows the identity of Song XIX, but also fills the gap in why Ling Heng was reborn.

“This is not what I want to ask.” Li Shiyi said.

Arrow showed a surprised look.

Li Shiyi moisturized his lips and raised his eyelids: “I have the token, why don’t you throw it to me earlier.”

The five coins guarding the entrance of the cave rushed in, squatting and carrying Ah Yin on his back. He shook his body when he heard the words.

Arrow raised his eyes, looked at Li Shiyi and smiled, with a sincere tone: “Although I know your identity, I am not sure whether you can make it or not. If it weren’t for the moment, I would have lost my hand.”

Li Shiyi glanced at her and listened to her: “This is one of them.”

“The second one?” Song Jiu was curious.

A Luorou said softly: “I have never seen her being beaten to vomit blood.”

“Want to see.”

Li Shiyi snorted coldly, grabbed Song Jiu’s hand and walked out, and when he passed A Luo, he intentionally threw a sneer: “Ling Heng’s temper must be very good.”

After five dollars, his neck felt cold.

As she walked to the mouth and bypassed the huge boulders that had been hidden in the past, Song Nineteen’s feet were not hard and not soft. She was taken aback. Before she could exclaim, she heard a howl like a pig. Called, a familiar face rolled out of the dark shadow.

“Youngest Tu?” Song Nineteen tilted his head, and everyone stopped.

The youngest Tu Yao rubbed a sturdy wrist, the cold sweat on his face dried up, black and yellow, which made him look quite funny.

“What are you doing?” Wu Qian weighed Ah Yin up and asked him.

“I can’t rest my mind. The mother-in-law said that I was stepping on the tiles and mud-the house went round and round, and thought I was an eyesore, so I hired a car to find you.” Tu Yaoyao stood up.

“When did you come?” Song Jiu asked.

“What did you see?” Li Shixi looked at him.

The youngest Tu’s gaze was shining and hiding, and he didn’t dare to look at Li Shi’s appearance. He drooped his head, fixed his gaze on the hidden stone, shaking his legs with his toes, as if he was hiding a little shivering: “I see you. …You become a bodhisattva.”

It’s the kind that is turned on. After he finished speaking, he swallowed.

He felt that his mung bean eyes suddenly became conscious and turned into two independent villains. One knelt down with fear and fear, the other rolled his eyes and asked the heavenly geology whether his ancestors had accumulated virtue or caused evil. .

Li Shiyi frowned, and the youngest Tu’s regained consciousness, calling for credit: “I was afraid of adding chaos, so I didn’t get close to it, but I smashed the old adulterous snake several times while taking advantage of the chaos.”

He pointed at the shovel that appeared in the corner of the cave at an unknown time, his eyes wide open.

Everyone was silent for three or two seconds, even Song Nineteen didn’t know what to say, bowed their heads and was carried out by Li Shiyi, and went down the mountain without words.

When she returned to the mansion, sister-in-law Tu was still asleep. Seeing them all covered in dust, she hurriedly burned a few pots of hot water to freshen up. Ayin was so dizzy that she wandered all the way but didn’t wake up. Five dollars put her on the bed and went downstairs. Song Jiu looked at the door. He was really worried and wanted to go forward, but Li Shiyi stretched out his hand to hold her head and patted it lightly. Glancing at Arrow who twisted the veil by the bed, he led Song Jiu back to the room.

The cool night is like a huge soft cloth, covering all the thrills. After Li Shiyi had taken a bath, he saw Song Jiu, who had changed his bedding, sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands on the edge of the bed, staring at the light and shadow of the lamp in a daze.

Li Shiyi stepped lightly, walked up to her and sat down, but did not rush to speak, only raised his hand and glanced at the back of his hand.

The back of her hand is now intact as before, and the texture is as fine as a layer of goat milk. At this moment, she has no scars on her body, but the heart-piercing pain and aftershocks have just been pulled between her muscles and bones, and the group of ants gnaws. As uncomfortable as bone.

A soft hand appeared in the blurred gaze, stroked the back of her hand, and slowly kneaded her thumb in a circle, the soreness and pain subsided by half, and the numb warmth attacked in a small step.

Li Shiyi clasped Song Shiji’s hand with his backhand, and put his intertwined fingers on his knees. After a while, he pulled them out again, squeezing her soft tiger’s mouth.

She didn’t know why she dragged her exhausted body to do these boring actions. She seemed to appease Song Jiu, and she seemed to use Song Jiu to appease herself.

She is actually a person who lives with little purpose, and she has no sense of belonging. Her short but ups and downs life is always abandoning, always forgetting, forgetting the appearance of her parents, and forgetting the fragrance of the master. , I also forgot that when Ayin first met her, was it his sister or younger sister?

She couldn’t even tell her own age.

Therefore, A Luo talked to her about Lingheng, Huangquan, and Taishan Mansion. For her, it was just a past that was left deep in her memory. It was like saying that if her parents suddenly appeared at this moment, she said, eleven, you this year. It was twenty-eight, so she could only say “Uh”, thinking to herself, it turned out to be twenty-eight, not twenty-seven, nor twenty-nine.

It turned out to be Lingheng, not Lingshu, nor Lingbi Lingnan.

She blinked and smiled, turned Song Jiu’s hand over, and sighed in the gap between the movements.

Fortunately, the person she was holding was the same as her. She didn’t know the origin or the slightest past. She grew up in her hands and could be seen by Li Shiyi with a clear and complete lifeline, except for Li Shiyi. There is nothing and nowhere to go. Her attachment gave Li Shiyi an unprecedented sense of security, controllable, concrete, and belonging.

She raised her eyes and wanted to take a good look at the girl in front of her, but saw Song Jiu staring at her right cheek in a daze.

She restrained and opened a pair of beautiful eyes, with faint stars shining in them.

Song Jiu shifted his gaze due to Li Shi’an’s actions, met Li Shi’s eyes, and lowered his head again, his eyelashes drooped to block the reddish eye circles.

“What’s the matter?” Li Shiyi became nervous and looked down at her with his neck and head hooked.

Song Jiu quivered with crystal clear eyes, and shook his head with his mouth closed. Before Li Shiyi could speak, Song Shijiu’s slender arms wrapped around her neck. She gently rubbed her cheek against Li Shishi, then leaned against her shoulder, and said softly, “I’m scared.”

She really didn’t want to cry, but as soon as her eyes closed, hot tears filled up. She remembered the terrible scratches on Li Shi’s face just now in the cave, the blood gurgling on her wrists, and hitting the stone wall. When the bones and muscles vibrated muffled. She wrapped Li Shiyi with her own warm fragrance, and begged her softly: “You take me to find 狌狌, okay?”

She rarely asked Li Shiyi, even this time she was not very confident.

“I am a member of the Ninth National Congress, and I also have the ability to be forgotten.”

She didn’t say everything completely, and the ending sound was still a little choked, but Li Shiyi understood what she meant, and if she was in danger again, she wanted to stand by her shoulders.

Song Nineteen always had such a skill. In a few words, he peeled off the outer shell of Li Shili and jabbed the inside softly. It was just right for the light and heavy, and he didn’t feel offended at all.

Li Shiyi touched the back of her head, circled her soft waist, and agreed to her: “Okay.”

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“Suiyuan Poetry”: Beauty has been like a famous general since ancient times and is not allowed to see white heads in the world.