Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 599 Returning with a Smile and Blossoms (6)
Even, more than before.

She closed her eyes, and then calmed down, like a snail stretching out its small tentacles, carefully protruding out little by little.

The Sakyamuni Bridge under your feet, the creases spliced ​​between the stone slabs on the bridge, and the dust raised when people's occasional footsteps fall.

Every tiny thing dances before your eyes.

There are sweet lotus leaves on the Ming River, trembling slightly in the evening wind, the head of the lotus pod is heavy, making the branch tremble slightly, and the evening wind seems to be mixed with the fragrance of lotus leaves.

Forget about time.

Even, forget, do not know when it started to rain.

The people who were enjoying the cool air on the bridges also started to make noise, and then hurried back. On the four bridges, except for Song Wanzhi, there were three people left on each bridge.

Song Wanzhi stood in the middle of the interlaced Sakyamuni Bridge.

"Gudong-"

"Gudong-"

"Tick-tock-"

"Tick-tock-"

The sound of rainwater falling into the Ming River is completely different from the sound of the ground. It falls into the water, swallowed by the river, falls to the ground, and splashes gently.

Life exists in different forms, dies in different forms, and is born in different forms after death.

Life and death cycle.

Near the Sakyamuni Bridge, a man stood on a high place, looking coldly at the person in front of him.

"Patriarch, these nine people are all selected from the top four families. Even with Princess Zhaoyang, they have no power to resist, so don't worry."

Qiu Mowen stood there, nodded, but his eyes fell heavily on Song Wanzhi.

The rain was pouring down, and the girl was drenched to the skin, holding the Kunlun slave mask in her hand, the rain fell along her hair and face, but she closed her eyes, but there was a serene smile on the corner of her mouth meaning.

He couldn't help frowning.

What the hell is this girl doing.

He couldn't figure it out.

Because he couldn't figure it out, he felt more restless in his heart.

But quickly, he suppressed his inexplicable irritability, and then looked at the twelve people.

Of the twelve people, eight of them are ranked in the Billboard and Tianshu List, which in itself is a huge strength.

But now, these twelve people surrounded the girl with a special formation. I am afraid that even if the girl has the ability to reach the sky, there is only one way to die.

The rain fell from the sky, weaving the entire Hwaseong City in a misty mist.

Misty rain.

In front of the window of the attic, the thin patient was facing the evening wind, coughing lowly, every bit of cold wind made him feel as if cut by a knife, however, a smile appeared on that pale and unparalleled face because of the pain meaning.

Who is he missing?
On the high platform, the boy in white was sitting cross-legged, the sound of the jade flute was still clear, and the old horse beside him was still grazing, but when it was chewing the grass unconsciously, it raised its head and looked at the grass. farther away.

Who is it remembering?
On the street, the girl grabbed the quilt that wrapped the man's body, and her little feet flew over quickly, but tears fell down on the man's bloody face, gently wiping away a trace.

Who is she worried about?
A rain, passionate and ruthless, saving people and killing people, staggered.

Twelve people shot at the same time, killing people.

The rain fell.

The rainwater falling straight on the Shakya Bridge twisted into a strange arc, and the river under the Shakyamuni Bridge seemed to be twisted as well. The fish below kept wagging their tails after sinking into the depths of the river, panicking .

(End of this chapter)