Faraway Wanderers (Word of Honor)(7)
Author: Priest

 

He didn't finish what "Purple" had, and he turned his eyes to meet the King of Yan.

 

The old woman on the side saw that this beautiful girl shot so hard, she was so scared.

 

But the young man, looking at Shi Shishi, reacted one step first, rushed to the old fisherman, and hurriedly asked, "Uncle Li, how are you doing? You ..."

 

The old fisherman seemed to have a breath. He laboredly reached out and grabbed the young man's sleeve. The young man dragged him carefully and held him in his arms. When the girl in the purple clothes saw the situation, he came over and turned over the old fish. My eyelids were frowned, and his mouth was straightforward: "It's San Geng's broken intestine scattered, and with so much blood flowing, I don't think he's saved, you'll be sad."

 

The teenager patted her hand and glared at her, "What are you talking about?"

 

The girl in purple frowned, and the killing expression on the handsome smiley face again, remembered what it was like, forbearance, forcibly suppressed the killing intention, stood up with arms around her chest, sneered unrelatedly. "I don't know good dogs."

 

The old fisherman's hazy gaze stayed on her for a moment, and then passed, turning around, and fell to the foot of the Buddha statue, with two straws slanting in his hair, and a ridiculous image of Zhou Zishu, facing him. Open your mouth in the direction.

 

Everyone looked at Zhou Zishu with his eyes. The girl said "Oh," and laughed, "Which expert did I return to help me back, but I didn't expect it to be you. I asked you to drink. , You fight for me, it happens that neither of us owes anyone. "

 

She said this very cheaply, but because she was a beautiful girl, Zhou Zishu decided not to care about her, so she smiled and went to the old fisherman and crouched down, "Dude, you call me."

 

The old fisherman put his hands into his arms with great effort. The other four people in the field were waiting to see what he took out. Half a while later, the old fisherman put out his fist and handed it to Zhou Zishu, looking at him struggling. . Zhou Zishu hesitated, reached out to pick it up, and saw a flash of light, a piece of broken silver lying on his palm.

 

The old fisherman said, "I ... return the silver to you, and Bai told you to take a boat, and you ... for me ..."

 

Before Zhou Zishu heard what he was doing for him, he laughed and shook his head. He shook his head to stand up. Who knew that the old fisherman reached out his hand and held his wrist tightly: "For me ... send this child to Zhaojiazhuang, Taihu ... "

 

This is not a pretty girl, so Zhou Zi sighed and said, "I said this man ..."

 

The old fisherman interrupted him: "Dripping water ... the grace ... when, when ... the spring is reported ..."

 

Zhou Zishu raised his eyes and looked gloomily outside the door of this ruined ruined temple. The night that shrouded all over him wondered whether he should change his face. Is this face so thin that the yellow muscles are not thin enough? ?

 

The old fisherman did n’t know if it was back to the light. The hand holding him was getting stronger and stronger, the breath seemed to linger in his throat, and he trembled with an angry voice when he said: "You should be Jade, Jade! And the children and grandchildren of the younger generation ... even if the offspring ... the grandson, and the next generation ... the next generation. "

 

This resembled the same lightning as Zhou Zishu's heart, and the Qiqiao and Sanqiu nails on his chest seemed to be hurting again, as if he was going to get into his flesh--and in my next life, I have done so in my life. It's so wicked, it's dead three years later, even though it's a hundred, but ... and the next life.

 

For a long while, Zhou Zi sighed, discarded the broken silver, caught it, and slowly put it into his arms.

 

The old fisherman's turbid eyes lighted up, his lips pursed a few times, and no sound came out, then the tiny light in his eyes slowly dimmed, grasping Zhou Zishu's hand was powerless and hanged softly , Talking with ease in his mouth.

 

Zhou Zishu slowly put his ear to his mouth, and only listened to him intermittently, "You want to ... you can't ... you need to ... I ... go down, go ... also fuck, **** ... Eighteen generations of your ancestors ... "

 

Zhou Zishu straightened up and had nothing to say, and then Lao Yu stiffened his head and was out of breath, and the teenager wept loudly.

 

The old woman was like an old lady or something, and she had no idea. Liu Shen followed her wiping tears, and Zhou Zishu automatically stood with the girl in purple. The girl in purple clothes turned around with big eyes and asked softly, "My host said you are terrific. I haven't seen it yet. What kind of school are you from? What's your name?"

 

Zhou Zishu bit his cheek gang Wenwen crepely and said: "Not only Zhou ... Zhou Su, there is no way, but there is a lonely ghost and a ghost, and there are no traces. Have you asked me how to call it?"

 

The girl looked at him up and down, shaking her head and saying, "If you don't look at your sickly and ghostly face, this speaking style really looks like that, I'm Gu Xiang."

 

She had never heard of a person named Zhou Mingxu on the rivers and lakes, and she met Pingshui again. She also knew that there was not so much truth, so she didn't take it seriously and didn't care. She took the first two steps and patted the young man's shoulder and said: "I said, everyone is dead. You almost buried him, have anyone chased you?"

 

The teenager also remembered that she had just spoken out without saying a word, snorted softly, and glared at her. Right now he couldn't let go of his grief and indignation, and there was such a rotten girl in front of him, and he couldn't help but secretly spread the anger into her, as if someone had killed her.

 

Gu Xiang's beautiful brows frowned. Although she was high in kung fu, after all, she was not too old, and she was a bit wicked. How could this bear the young man's innocent anger over and over again? Suddenly caught off guard, but Zhou Zishu grabbed his wrist.

 

Gu Xiang only felt that a cold hand was sticking to his wrist gently, and he didn't feel the pain, nor did he feel how much strength the person used, but the lifted hand couldn't hold it, and he couldn't shake it off. I couldn't help but glanced at this thin-skinned, stricken ghost-like man in surprise, and said, "This thing, the master gave him a high look, but he was also capable. He couldn't see his depth. If you really do it, I'm afraid I can't afford it. "

 

She turned her mind and saw that the machine was extremely fast, and she knew what she was doing, and then she took her hands out of her hands, pouted, and looked at Zhou Zi and said, "Sell your face."

 

Then he turned to the boy and scolded, "You see clearly, little bunny, grandma just passing by, look at you pitifully and rescue him, don't kill your whole family with grandma, but if you have a little urine, you should avenge your enemies Go. Alas, your bear-like, in addition to holding a dead person to shed urine, will bully your aunt and grandmother with good temperament and tolerate you, great! "