MTL - Lie Huo Jiao Chou-Chapter 84

Xiao Zheng hesitated for a few moments and said rudely, "I'm just helping someone with a message. You don't have to look at me, you decide for yourself ..."

He didn't finish talking, Xuan Yuan already guessed: "Old director?"

Xiao Zheng froze: "How do you know?"

"I'm dissatisfied with my schedule," Xuan Yuan said, and slowly raised Erlang's legs, leaning back, "Want to find me, just call me and say no, why do I need to find an" intermediary "? You What this said and said, this person is not a free body, an injury number who can't get up, or a prisoner who is not free. I just finished seeing the injury team Yan, if you are him, you will be straight Having said that, as for the rest, if you have a face to ask for an intermediary, you will be the old director. "

The previous director of the Extermination Control Bureau was suspected of invading thousands of people's bodies with the mirror flower and water butterfly, and concealing the number of deaths in the accident. It is a serious malfeasance, humiliation of the body, and endangers public safety.

But one yard at a time, even though he had committed a crime, he was not a hopeless villain. Maybe it was because of doing this bad thing that the old director was having trouble with himself all his life. As a soldier, he always rushed to the front line and left himself the most dangerous task. He has outstanding achievements and was once an idol in the field. Because of work, his wife divorced him early and left no children. His whole life turned into an old bachelor with no home and no business. The weather was getting cold. There was no winter clothes in the "special detention center", only some old subordinates. They visited secretly.

"The old director deliberately approached me on a casual meal and put me into the pit. I don't think I can't spend the public funds, and I have to find an extra salary." Xuan Yuan said, "I'll wait for him to come to me early It ’s a pity that as soon as it was reported, this happened and I never had the chance to see him. In this way, you can make an appointment for me ... ”

Xuan Yuan said this, only remembering the word of the just-known Xiao Zheng is "you two", and got stuck again: "Wait, you just said that he didn't just want to see me?"

Xiao Zheng: "When you uploaded the full responsibility agreement, I happened to see him and mention it."

Xuan Ling said "Ah" and did not dare to make a claim on behalf of His Majesty. Vaguely looked back at Sheng Lingyuan, wanting to wait for him to speak, but unexpectedly, he hit Sheng Lingyuan's thoughtful gaze.

The **** of Sheng Lingyuan had already gone 100,000 light years away.

He looked at Xuan Yuan, who was easy to deal with, but he couldn't help thinking of the youth.

One year, in order to win the support of the Beiyuan people, Sheng Lingyuan took the sky magic sword, crossed the snow mountain, went to the Beiyuan settlement on the glacier, and met their high priest. At that time, the human race was fragmented and lived separately. Many refugees from the Central Plains sought refuge in Beiyuan, which was blessed by the snowy mountains, and brought some customs from the Central Plains. It happened to be the Yuan Festival. The refugees did it in the snow. The local unique ice lanterns have a long street in the red and green willows, and they have posted lantern riddles on the ice lanterns as in their hometown.

The sword spirit was busy wandering, Sheng Lingyuan had to take him around in a thoughtful way, walk around and watch the flowers, and thought about the forwards playing with the high priest. Jian Ling felt his absent-mindedness, and immediately became unhappy, and said arrogantly, "When you are playing with the white-bearded old man guessing riddles, I will always be with you, how can I let you play with me for a while!"

Sheng Lingyuan said helplessly: "You respect, what old man with a white beard. Besides, you brag less, and have been with me for a while? The high priest said you fell asleep after a few words, don't assume I don't know."

He also snores, but fortunately no one can hear him except him.

Sword spirit was righteous: "The old man dragged a word for eight hundred miles, and speaks like soul-calling. Who listens?"

Sheng Lingyuan was accidentally taken over by him: "The old man has the Kitahara Senri Glacier and three thousand wolves riding, let alone soul-hunting, so that the soul must listen. Besides, we are talking about business, no riddles to play. "

"If you do n’t say something straight, go around, you are guessing riddles. You guessed it, there are thousands of miles of glacier and three thousand wolves riding, I guess there are lamps too!" Jian Ling said this, and sighed old-fashionedly. I breathed, as if full of pressure to support my family. "This ghost place is full of black winters. You are so sick that you can't sleep without lighting. Can I win you a lantern to coax you to sleep?"

Sheng Lingyuan laughed and laughed, his heart was sour and soft, so he had to humiliate with him-the lantern market here is a sustenance of the refugees homesickness, and the lantern mysteries listed are probably with their hometown-specific metaphors. Clear your head. Sheng Lingyuan deliberately didn't tell him, and as a result, Xiao Jianling, who was fussy about "coaxing him to sleep", guessed from the street to the end of the street, and did not guess one, and the gas became a gourd.

In the end, a stall owner recognized the Emperor, deliberately released water, and gave them an ice lantern, and finally did not return empty-handed.

Sword spirit picked a butterfly lamp, because the Dongchuan witch people worship butterflies, and every spring, the witch people's children will hold the butterfly's wind lantern on the top of the mountain. Little sword spirit just came out of Dongchuan and never saw it. No matter what the world, when you see the lamp, it is taken for granted that it should be butterfly-shaped.

Sword Spirit always felt that the ice lantern was "winning" by himself, but the baby couldn't do it, so he had to bring it before leaving. It's a pity that Kannai is blooming in spring, and the light has turned away from Kitahara. Sword Spirit didn't say anything, but Sheng Lingyuan could feel that his little Sword Spirit seemed to understand for the first time that something is metabolized. So Sheng Lingyuan was not afraid of others saying he had fat powder, carved a small butterfly's sword spike from wood, and hung it on the demon sword.

Now I want to come. At that time, he himself was young and frivolous, and actually felt that he could hold it for a long time.

At that time, the sword spirit that the lantern riddle could not guess at the same time, also learned to know the truth in the world, and saw the puzzle face to guess the card.

"Well," Sheng Lingyuan absently agreed to Xiao Zheng, "OK."

Wang Ze watched the director Xuan's sloppyness in the beginning, raising his hands and throwing his hands up and calling him "Dad". If he had a cigar in his hand, he would almost be a guest. Who knows, looking back at his "Sword Spirit", this big guy is like being beaten up against the thunder. He put his legs flat, straightened his back, pinched his tail, and made a posture for public review. .

"There are ghosts," Wang Ze thought positively, "absolutely ghosts."

After thinking about this, Wang Ze felt that it was not appropriate to stay here for a long time. He urged Director Xiao to finish his business in a few words, and told Xuan Ye to talk about Zhichun's confidentiality in the bureau in advance, and he hurried away.

Xiao Zheng: "You ... No, what do you push me for!"

Wang Ze: "Oh, Director Xiao, you are so shining. I don't see Director Xuan's little white face touching it ... What's the name of it? Oh, sunscreen, you will tan him again in a while."

"Two," Xuan Yuan, who was sent out, couldn't help leaning against the door and said, "When did I come to be deaf?"

Wang Ze waved and waved at him with an eyebrow and eyebrows: "You are not deaf, are you okay, take your time, take your time."

Xuan Yuan: "..."

As they walked away, the air in the room was suddenly quiet.

Xuan Yun's heart had five spines and six beasts. On the one hand, he wanted to know what Sheng Lingyuan was doing on the top of the mountain, but he didn't dare to ask.

Just at this time, the delivery man got lost in the intricate residential area. He called to ask for directions, and declared that he was "saved" again. He didn't dare to look at Sheng Lingyuan's expression and hurriedly said "I'm going to pick you up". Just fled.

The doors were not closed.

"Just like this," Sheng Lingyuan thought to himself, "is ... afraid of me?"

Sheng Lingyuan Wu came out of the gods, leaning on the sofa, his eyes fell on the "book basket" next to it-actually magazine racks-he used to look at these colorful things, just as the idle articles of the younger generation At this time, the ghost gave out his hand poorly. He is still slow to read simplified characters, and he is not used to the densely lined small characters. A page often turns for a long time, but he reads it very carefully.

These things are like precious clues. Between the lines, the gap between the innocent little sword spirit and Xuan Yuan can be filled.

The first book talked about the beauty of local customs and strange things. There were many "landscape paintings" printed on it. The page was flat. Like the new one, Sheng Lingyuan guessed that he just flipped around casually. I picked up another one, which is not so funny. There are a lot of portraits of men and women on it. Although all of them are beautiful, some people are too disheveled, they are as naked as possible, and the text content is also Even the low-level tastes are the romantic scandals of men and women.

Seeing Sheng Lingyuan frown.

The third book contains a lot of "little people", colorful and very lively, with a lot of Fanbang dialects interspersed in the text. Sheng Lingyuan can only guess what game he is talking about from the title.

These younger generations may do nothing serious all day long. They think about eating, drinking, and playing every day. The categories are too rich. Sheng Lingyuan turned around for a while, and then they are dazzled. They think of the noble children of their peers who ca n’t help the wall. All day long except Shengge Lewdness / chaos, nothing else, just a little pitiful.

The last one is the oldest. I don't know if it was stained with water or oil. The pages were lumpy and the books were uneven. When Sheng Lingyuan opened it, he couldn't help laughing, but it was a recipe.

He thought, "Still."

Suddenly, Sheng Lingyuan smiled at the corner of his mouth, and raised his finger without raising his head.

The balcony window opened, and a small shadow was drawn in by the black mist. It wandered a few times on the ground, which was Zhichun's macaroni doll.

Zhichun came back to find Xuan Yuan. He was still hesitating at the window, and was caught in by surprise. The macaroni on the baby's head was almost shaken off. He got up inconsistently on all four limbs, and looked around, Xuanyuan was absent. Being alone with Sheng Lingyuan, Zhichun was a little panicked for no reason, and could not help leaning against the corner.

"Blade spirit," Sheng Lingyuan flipped through a page of recipes and asked casually, "What's the matter?"

Zhichun remembered the scene in the TV series-Huang Jun was too lazy to govern, "forced to open a business", and lazily let the **** next to him "sing" a voice "with a play on it, and retreat without a book".

Zhichun hesitated: "Is Xuan director here?"

Sheng Lingyuan glanced at him, and Zhichun busyly explained subconsciously: "I ... I see that he seems to know a lot about knives and is familiar with macaroni, so I want to ask him something ... I hope he doesn't tell others ,on……"

Sheng Lingyuan: "What about the macaroni won't take a few years?"

"You ..." Zhichun said for a moment, involuntarily using honorifics, "how do you know?"

"This low-level witch mantra will naturally fail over time."

"I didn't know it before, I haven't used it," Zhichun said sternly. "I was forced to use it to communicate with the outside world. I just felt this thing. It's a bit like a cell phone's battery. The energy in it will slowly lose over time. . I control this macaroni, and work harder every day. Only in the next month, this doll is not as light as it was at the beginning. I am afraid that it will continue for a long time ... "

Sheng Lingyuan said comfortably: "No, I have seen your curse, it should not be a problem for a year or two."

Zhichun smiled bitterly, feeling that this remark was not like comfort.

Everyone's macaroni is unique. The macaroni must be engraved with your own will before it can be established. The macaroni itself is already a puppet, and the puppets you burned are not effective.

In other words, given that Zhichun has no body, it is impossible for him to have the opportunity to carve a second macaroni of his own.

Once the macaroni is "powerless", he can only return to the state of no one who can touch it.

Zhichun said softly, "Please don't tell Akiyama to them."

"I don't say, they can guess after calming down in two days." Sheng Lingyuan flipped through a page of recipes, "I think Yan Qiushan should not care if you are a knife or a puppet. If your puppet can last long, at first There is no need to avoid it, your own attitude says it all. "

Zhichun said lonely, "I didn't want to see him."

Sheng Lingyuan asked: "Does Yan Qiushan have the bloodline of Gaoshan people?"

Zhichun was silent for a while and nodded: "Prince Weiyun has kept secretly keeping me."

The blood of future generations is getting more and more complex and thinner. He is an unowned sword spirit, and he sleeps most of the time. Before Yan Qiushan, the family had not been able to perform special functions for several generations.

The breath of ancient alpine people seems to have been washed away by time.

He became a heirloom antique knife, quietly placed in the window, and occasionally taken out for maintenance, only the distinguished guests were invited to have the opportunity to be invited to the exhibition.

However, as if it was doomed from the previous life, once that person was born, Zhichun seemed to be shocked by something, and suddenly he couldn't sleep well.

When Yan Qiushan was naughty when he was a child, the school organized activities. He secretly took away the ancient sword from the family to play as a general. Zhichun had a long sword out of the sheath. Xiao Yan Qiushan didn't scratch his hand and accidentally awakened the special ability. Eyes opened in the long wait.

"Still," Sheng Lingyuan raised an eyebrow and closed the recipe. "Why, are you afraid he will sacrifice himself to you?"

Zhichun sat silently against the roots of the wall: "I ... shouldn't be able to help it, right?"

"What do you do to provoke individuals?" Sheng Lingyuan sighed. "Don't understand the reason for the non-identical and necessary path?"

Xuan Yuan fetched the takeaway, and was about to go home grudgely. The elevator door just opened, and he just heard such a sentence coming out of his house, and he froze.

Not the same, it must be different.

The knife hanging over his head finally fell down, splitting his head and covering his face, and smashing it.

"Ah," he thought. "Sure enough."

There was a little girl who lived upstairs in the elevator, and she lowered her head all the way to play with her mobile phone. When she saw the door opened, she went out. When the elevator door was closed, she found that she had gone the wrong floor and complained that she went to the stairwell, covering up the declaration. Wandering whereabouts.

Sheng Lingyuan heard that, but it was only the little girl who got off the wrong elevator, and didn't go to her heart, and continued to say, "This is the end of the matter, it is too late to say anything. For difficult things, nothing can be solved by hiding and dragging, you come over."

Zhichun was unknown, so a few steps before the ground, Sheng Lingyuan was empty, and he vacantly clicked on him. A dark charm was formed, which fell into the brows of the macaroni doll. Zhichun was startled first, and then she found that the place where the baby's head had cracked slowly grew up, and the hanging pennant card was firmly attached to the baby's head.

"I can block it for you," said Sheng Lingyuan. "Everyone can make tampering with the macaroni, you better be careful. Go, don't run anymore, and in the long run, I will think of a way for you. "

Zhichun held the doll's forehead and asked blankly, "Is there any way?"

"I have been going against the sky all my life, with successes and failures, losing more than losing more," Sheng Lingyuan opened the window, and his northwestern wind rolled up his long hair. Yong'an was just in winter, but the car was rushing downstairs. , Let people look at it at a glance, do not feel the chill, "But then, there is always a time to win."

He coughed a few times, pointed, and a cloud of black mist lifted Zhichun's baby body into the shape of a bird, with a pair of wings exactly like Xuan Yuan's.

"Where to go, tell it to yourself," Sheng Lingyuan said, "fly higher, don't be seen."

The elevator went up and down several times, Xuanyuan seemed to be growing in the elevator, not pressing the floor, and not moving, but standing in a corner stubbornly, the neighbors who came in and out couldn't help looking at him.

"Lady, hey, young man!" An old lady leaning on her waist yelled a few times, seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, pushed him, and proclaimed, the old lady trembled her cane, her voice so loud As if to say to the whole community, I heard, "What is it going to do? This is, you press a seventeen for me, aunt can't reach it."

Xuan Yuan silently pressed the seventeenth floor for her, and she got off the elevator like a broken cow and got into the stairwell.

"Oh," the old woman flinched, and murmured, "aggressive, what are you doing, you need revenge."

There was no one in the stairwell, and Xuanyuan turned into a shadow, and with one breath, he reached the floor of his house.

"I have waited for three thousand years," he thought, "you say different paths, different paths?"

The author has something to say: I'm sorry, there is something at noon here, the 2k novel reading network has been postponed