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The rainwater kept hitting the surroundings. They fell from the sky onto the girl's red umbrella, and then fell from around the umbrella, forming a rain curtain.
The girl under the umbrella is smiling like a flower.
A smart woman will probably only be stupid when facing a man she likes.
Obviously, the veteran in front of him is definitely not this one.
In the face of the girl's counterattack,
The old man just smiled.
bow your head,
The soles of the shoes stepped on the puddles, splashing a lot of water,
"Why did you come?" the old man asked.
The girl didn't answer.
"It seems that your father is really planning to exterminate his relatives righteously?"
The girl still didn't answer.
The old man scratched his already wet hair, took a step, and continued to walk forward.
The girl continued to hold the umbrella and walked in her direction.
The distance between the two sides has not been widened,
The old Taoist stopped, waved his hands and said:
"You know him well?"
The girl stopped,
Honestly,
She doesn't really know her,
If you really know him,
It's not like being ruthlessly thrown away by that man twice,
In the end,
As a result, when he came out of his resting place, he was already marked with the countdown to life.
Whether it was at Mount Emei before or at the door of the bookstore a while ago, she actually lost both times when she came here. Not only did she lose, but she also suffered serious losses.
Every time, I fold most of my own here.
After folding it several times in a row, I almost lost myself.
But, fortunately, his time is numbered anyway.
The sword was already hanging in front of that man's eyes, and the time it will fall is nothing more than tonight or tomorrow morning.
guessed,
This rain, this typhoon,
It's not over yet, it's not gone yet,
This sword,
will be able to fall.
The next one is myself. Time is running out and another time is running out. It can't be said that the negative is positive, but many things, in fact, can be said to be indifferent.
"Better than you, understand."
"Really?" A smile appeared on the old man's face.
"real."
"Then you said, will he die?"
"It will die."
The girl replied directly without any hesitation.
The old man licked his tongue, he really wanted to use himself as an example, but as the girl said earlier, he himself is not an example at all.
This kind of feeling makes people feel a little uncomfortable, obviously they have succeeded, but after all, they failed to get the flowers and applause that the winners deserved.
On the contrary, he made himself look like Kong Yiji,
A circle of people surrounded me, just laughing that I was dead,
? No matter how much money you spend, and how many ways to write the word "death",
None of it works.
Perhaps,
The biggest problem is,
He may be a little unsteady himself.
"You can't live either." The old man said with emotion.
The girl ignored it, continued to spread out, and took a step,
"I am, his daughter."
"But he is the master!"
The old man immediately turned his head to look at the girl's back,
His yelling seemed a bit fragmented on this typhoon and rainy night.
"He is the master of the world, and he has set up this rule for this world. Why do you women always like to be so naive?"
Perhaps it was the last bit of reconciliation, and it seemed to be the last question.
At this time, Lao Dao seemed to have lost his usual demeanor, but he really couldn't care less about it, and he didn't intend to care about these things any more.
Previously, when the work was done, Dizang first showed off in front of himself;
Just now, when walking back home, this girl stabbed herself again!
Both people and ghosts are showing off, only the Fujun is being beaten!
This makes it possible for the old man to continue to maintain his inner stability?
What's more, he is not a master with a stable heart.
"He died, but that he"
The girl continued to walk forward with an umbrella.
The old man sat down with his back against the telephone pole. Anyway, his body was already wet, so there was nothing he couldn't let go of.
After the back of the girl has disappeared in the rain ahead,
The old Taoist burst out laughing again.
"I thought I was very smart."
After expressing emotion,
The old man raised his head,
The light of the street lamp was a bit dazzling, and the heavy rain around made the light of the street lamp a bit slack, creating an effect similar to a moon halo.
In this mist,
The old Taoist seemed to see a lot of people, but he didn't let his thoughts stay here.
Reached out, patted his chin, then propped himself up on the ground, and stood up again.
He started to walk back,
this road,
Someone is walking forward,
And he,
is the opposite of them.
The living move forward, the dead move backward;
Fortunately, after walking for so long, the bookstore is finally here.
Through the glass, Lawyer An saw the old Taoist outside in the rain. He immediately rushed out with an umbrella to protect the old Taoist from the rain.
The umbrellas were all covering the old man, and the shirt on Lawyer An's body was already soaked through.
The old Taoist did not enter the door in a hurry, but looked at Lawyer An and asked:
"Have you ever held an umbrella for Mr. Jia before?"
"No." Lawyer An seemed very sincere.
In his previous life, he was a rich young man in Guangzhou. He was busy playing and playing all day long, wasted on money and money. He didn't understand the truth of life until his father passed away and his family fell behind.
But it is true that the son wants to support him and cannot wait for his relatives.
The old man nodded,
Lawyer An added: "Isn't it, for a meal?"
Flattering is for food. After all, in this world, no one is really born with a low bone and likes to flatter.
The old man glanced at everyone in the room, and finally, he fell on Lawyer An's face.
He put his hand on lawyer an's shoulder and patted it.
Lawyer An only felt that his bones were going to be a little bit crisp.
Immediately afterwards,
The old man turned his head again, looking at the dark rain curtain behind him,
road:
"Your boss, go there."
"Um."
The old man stretched out his hand, touched his face, then finally pushed open the door and walked in.
All the people in the bookstore, except Yingying, who accompanied the boss out, are all here.
When the old man came in, everyone's eyes naturally followed the old man.
The old man didn't care that he was already soaked. Of course, the staff of the bookstore didn't mind if he stained the floor. He just let the old man drag the water stains and walked to the painting again.
Veteran hands stroked the scroll.
Lips, a little chapped.
When Ksitigarbha ascended to heaven, he was given a knife;
The previous girl also gave him a knife;
Xuanyuan Sword actually gave him a knife.
but¡¡
"I'm not dead!"
The old Taoist suddenly made a thick voice!
This sound,
The shock made everyone in the bookstore turn pale. Even for them, Fujun's aura was unbearable, although Fujun did not deliberately target them.
Immediately afterwards,
The old man let out a sigh,
?It seems that the previous glory is just the last touch of unwillingness to vent, just like a flash of light.
"well,
I just,
I miss you guys" (Remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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