Easy
I’m Master’s death.
But the young master asked me to be his filmmaker, the kind he had to follow in his bathing.
I was embarrassed to scratch my head: “How bad is it?” I’m sorry.
But the young man’s browsing and his tone is soft: “You see your brother in the shower, it’s not bad.” I’m sorry.
But you don’t look like you’re wearing white flowers.
My master is the master of the dark tide.
His delicate and clean hands are said to have killed 10 Romans of the old lord.
He’s 12 years old, and he’s a genius who’s gone through the dark tide and died.
So I’m proud to be a dead man. I will die for the young master.
However, the young master ordered me to be his filmmaker.
Only because he caught me when I followed Big Brother to the toilet.
“Did you forget that you’re a woman? I’m sorry.
What does that have to do with me being a girl?
I’m just trying to steal from Big Brother’s family, so I followed him behind me. But he didn’t practice in front of anyone. I doubt he was hiding in the toilet.
But you can’t tell him. What if he tells Big Brother?
So We said: “Big brother suffered leg injury in the days before, and I fear he will not fall into the pit.” I’m sorry.
The young master covered his lips, and he did not laugh: “It seems that you have done a great deal in recent days, and he hasn’t noticed it for so long after the wind blows.” Good. Tomorrow you’ll follow me as a filmmaker. I’m sorry.
I don’t want to be a movie guard.
Because the dead can rest at least. The Veterans are on standby all day.
The other thing is that a dead man often takes on outside work and if he kills a man, he can make time to spend the table.
And he killed all those who dared to hit him in the air. The job was too secure and boring.
But the young master is the master of the dark tide, and everyone in the dark tide is at his command. I can’t live any longer. Not to mention, it’s just for the young master.
But there are things that can be contested.
For example, when he took a bath and changed his clothes, I consciously hid.
I’m a woman, as the young master said. I’m in a lot of trouble.
But the young master made me kneel.
He was sitting in a chair with a long, half-dry hair, with a small undershirt, and a bloated neck.
Cold white skins, and pinks, plentiful, like a first-earth plume.
I hurried to look at it with my very good eyes, and I bowed.
The sound of the young master’s cold voice was on top of his head: “Arise.” I’m sorry.
And We raised him up, and saw him in the earth.
Of course, I can’t look him in the eye. That’s disrespectful.
So my eyes were only to wander between the beautiful neck and the strong chest.
The young master coughed, changed his seat, and the clothes were more open.
“What’s wrong?”
And I kneeled straight and answered loudly: “I should not have been hiding on the roof of the house while the young man was in the shower, but I had been particularly focused, so that the young man did not appear before him first after the bath.” I’m sorry.
The young master was able to groan and close his eyes: “You have eaten a chicken.” I’m sorry.
Ah, isn’t it about chicken?
I frowned and I thought, “But I didn’t drink.”
A valueless jade cup broke behind me.
“You were wrong to be around me at all times, to lose your duty as a filmmaker. I’m sorry.
(b) The Veterans, as they follow the shadows, and guard them from time to time.
I whispered, “But you’re in the shower, and I’m watching.
But the young man’s browsing and his tone is soft: “You see your brother in the shower, it’s not bad.” I’m sorry.
But you don’t have much to look at.
How could I have followed him so hard, like a toilet, a bath, a flowerhouse, if he hadn’t sent his family away?
And We said: “How can my brother compare with thee? I will not defile thee with my filthy eyes. I’m sorry.
I thought the ass was pounding and the pay was doubled.
Who would have thought the young master’s voice would have punished me for half a month.
This young man doesn’t make any sense!
Three days later, he was stabbed in the shower.
And We heard the shattering of the husk, but only saw the windows open, and the young man with the robe covered his arms were independent from the centre.
His left arm fell down and the blood drops from his fingertips.
I ran out of the window, whistled, gave the code.
But no one was caught.
On his knees again, before the young master, I will draw out a soft sword between my waist, and put my hands on it.
“Please stab him. I’m sorry.
As a filmmaker, he was injured under the nose of his eyes, damn it. As a filmman, he didn’t kill the assassin who stabbed him, damn it.
At this point, the young master’s left arm was wrapped, and his right hand was put on the arm, with his fingertips down.
“What’s wrong with you?”
And my head swung upon the earth: “Beside the young master without a heart, without a heart, and be with him at all times, as if it were a shadow, a moment.” I’m sorry.
The young master put out two fingers and softly shot my soft sword, and it flew out and put it on the roof.
“Give you a break. I’m sorry.
“Thank you, Master. I’m sorry.
The young master rose up and said to the maid: “The blood smell of water is so gross. I’m sorry.
When he came to me, he was walking in his footsteps: “What are you doing? I’m sorry.
“Oh, oh, coming.”
I took the soft sword and flew up the beam, staring closely at the maids in and out of the house, fearing that the assassins who were trying to kill the horsegun would be inside.
But the young master is not satisfied.
He waved away the maid, but asked me to wipe his back.
“Me?” “I pointed to my nose, and I was shocked.
The young master looked at me and carried his left arm with him, asking, “Do I have to do it myself?” I’m sorry.
He just spared my life. How can I bother his old man to do it?
I laughed to pick up a bath towel and rubbed it against the young man’s wide shoulder.
Go, go, go, go!
It is important that the young master feel my gratitude and that he understand my remorse.
However, the young master turned around and grabbed my wrist, and he was angry: “You think I’m dead and want to kill me?” I’m sorry.
I’m not, I’m not, you listen to me.
I can’t help but remembering the young man’s flesh. It’s not like I’m greasy, and when I take a bath, I like to have someone rub my back.
It’s just…
“Sit down, young master. The one who shows up…”
The young master let me go so easily, he turned me around.
By the time I returned, the young master had turned his back on me and sat back in the tub.
His voice was as cold as ever: “What are you waiting for? I’m sorry.
The young master will make it clear that his neck is covered with this water, and it will be cold everywhere.
“But you look hot. I’m sorry.
“More words. I’m sorry.
“Oh. I’m sorry.
If I say so, the young master is lying, and he has to take a bath day after day.
It’s bald. I don’t see anything.
The point is that I’m not feeling well, but I’m the one who has to.
I cried “Daddy” over and over again in my heart so that I could continue to be nice and willing.
Until this day the young master suddenly asked me, “How am I compared to the wind?” I’m sorry.
“What? Like what?”
The young master slanted at me, and the mist evaporated without any light.
“Weren’t you watching him shower? I’m sorry.
Oh, this.
But I just looked back. And the secret of the martial arts is written on the back of their backs, and they are twirled and blinded.
I’m trying to remember my brother’s back: “The big brother’s shoulders are thick, he’s tight, he’s dark, he’s dark, he’s dark, that’s not good, if only white. I’m sorry.
If it’s white, it’s easy to read.
Then he asked, “What about me?” I’m sorry.
And We smudged the ass, and said: Surely thou art the most precious, and the most tender flesh, than the man of the master. I’m sorry.
The young master looked at me and said, “The ass-ass.” I’m sorry.
Hey, ass-kissing, double pay.
I thought that my ass was in his heart. Who thought about it? I’m sorry.
“Oh, of course it’s white. Your ice cream is much whiter than the flower house. I’m sorry.
The young master turned back unbelievably and turned his eyes: “You also wandered through the flowerhouse.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know what to say!
“It’s Big Brother…”
“A month’s cut!”
This young man doesn’t make any sense! I paid myself for the flowerhouse and didn’t spend half of him.
I lost my face all day, like I ate explosives.
Even Big Brother walked around me like he’d never seen him for days.
So I held on to the second brother who was in a hurry: “What was the recent mission of the brother? I’m sorry.
The second brother had the gift of the dark-tide in his hand, and he saw an incident at the bottom of the hall.
“The wind?” I’m going to cross town to the other house. By the way, you’re a filmmaker, and I don’t know what happened. A dozen years ago, a force came out of the water to destroy the courtyards of our dark tide. I’m sorry.
“Huh? Who dares to fight us in the dark? No, I haven’t heard anything about this. I’m sorry.
When the second brother heard this, his eyes were blurry and he touched me with his shoulder: “Be rich and remember one another.” If you want to join the young master in Qingfu, you can take care of me later. I’m sorry.
I’ll kick this man in the face.
That’s what I’m talking about. The moon is gone!
At night the young master didn’t rest, so I flew on the beam in cold, and the lights didn’t go out.
The young master had gone to the bed, heard the noise behind him and looked back at me, and he didn’t ask me anything, and he put out the lights himself in silence.
Our eyes of sight were excellent, and the moon went through the window, and it was in the darkness that the young man turned to his bed.
The snow appeared to have fallen again outside the house, the moon was white and the windows were stained with trees and flowers.
A few depressed coughs squeaked in the blanket.
In winter, the young man’s body is weak, he doesn’t look well in the day, and I let him turn off his own lights…
I’m not human!
“Sir, I’ll get you some water. I’m sorry.
Then he coughed a few times in the bellows, so he said, “I am not heartless, I am cold.” I’m sorry.
I know he’s cold, and the poison on him is the most intolerant of the winter cold, and the big brother says it’s as cold as ice.
I couldn’t do it. I had to fly off the beam and get a hot water for the weak young man.
“Sir, it’s not cold to have some hot. I’m sorry.
The young master’s hand was stretched out of a thick blanket, and the moonlight was pouring out on his cold and white arms, and it was whiter.
But his hand was round the cup, and he put it straight on my wrist.
He said, ‘You have no heart, you are warm.’ I’m sorry.
The young master’s hand is cold, like a snowflake outside the house, and I’m so excited.
And We put the cup on the foot carefully, and covered the young man’s back with empty hands: “Then I warm the young man.” I’m sorry.
The young man smiled: “Okay. I’m sorry.
The next moment, I was dragged into bed.
I felt the sky spinning, and the young master rolled around, and the thick blanket fell on me.
The young master was so thin and cold, he held me behind his back and held me.
“It’s warm. I’m sorry.
But I said just warm hands.
I’d like to ask the young master how long he’ll be warm, but he’s already asleep, and the pain in his eyebrow is gone.
So I was standing still, afraid of waking him up to sleep.
Come on, work hard. Who made him my young master?
The next day, it was empty.
And I ran out of the gate and found the young master practicing swords in the garden.
The snow that landed last night has been cleaned up and the young master is dressed in thick clothes and painted in the open.
His sword was a very good one, with lethal force, but unfortunately he did not use much.
The young master took his sword and stood under a tree and looked at me: “There will be no danger in this journey. I’m sorry.
I blinked and said, “Oh. I’m sorry.
It’s normal for Big Brother to be in danger. We’re the ones who do the work of the blood-licking. But this time he’s not dangerously fat, he’s hot and he’s not sure if he’ll bring me a roller coaster duck.
The young master flatted his lips and breathed white: “Enter the house and eat.” I’m sorry.
And I greeted him with joy: “Well, I’ll let you cook.” I’m sorry.
Although the words of the young master are always inconvenient, the young master’s food makes me nervous.
However, the good mood is always so short.
At night I stood in front of the young master’s bed, and for the fifth time I said, “Do you really want me to sleep here?” I’m sorry.
He asked me the sixth time: “Is there a problem?” I’m sorry.
I was staring at the only bed on the bed, and my head was empty: “But I’m a filmmaker.” I’m sorry.
There’s no such thing as a vamp with his master.
I’ll sleep in that room, but I’m not gonna die.
His head was low, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow in the eye, making the eyes invisible.
“Being a filmmaker while keeping me warm.” I’m sorry.
It’s not bad, because it’s a nice bed.
“If you’re afraid…”
“Is it worth two for the month? I’m sorry.
The young master looked up at me and he was blind.
I blinked and asked the young man, “What were you afraid of?” I’m sorry.
He clears his throat and picks up his lips: “Nothing. I’m sorry.
“Oh. I’m sorry.
The young master moved in, filmed the soft covers, a little light in his eyes: “Come on, double the monthly money.” I’m sorry.
I was happy to take off my socks and turn to my bed: “You don’t know that I can warm you no matter how much snow is out there, I’ll warm you.” I’m sorry.
The young master dragged me into his arms and groaned over his head.
“Shut up, fool. I’m sorry.
I’m happy to shut my mouth. Hey, there’s still such an easy job.
My master, what a good man.
The young master’s been bawling and coughing even harder.
There is a chain of courtrooms in the Dark Dynasty, and the power appears to be empty-handed, unable to find the root causes and fighting the Dark Dynasty for no reason.
Even those sent to seek medical treatment in the drug king’s valley have not returned.
“Master, is that the one who stopped us? I’m sorry.
The young master coughed two times with his pails and wrinkled his eyebrows: “Let’s send someone to the Pharmacy Valley.” I’m sorry.
However, half a month later, the snow is getting colder and colder, and the medicine is still short of hope.
But he’s dying. He’s coughing up blood.
Speaking of the illness of the young master, we must begin with the destruction of the 10 Romans who had been shocked many years earlier.
It was a month’s dark night, when the young master held the sword of the old lord, led the whole dynasty to his nest, and briefly and brutally surrounded the ten doors that were having their birthday feast.
The Lord of the Ten Romans was stabbed with a sword by the son of his enemy at his own feast. The position of the wound is exactly the same as the sword on the master of the palace.
His face was splattered with a few drops of blood, like a red meringue on his white skin.
“Your life is my birthday gift to you in the dark tide.” I’m sorry.
However, the young master was poisoned when he wiped out the Decamán, which was so poisonous that it would happen in winter when the cold gas was infested. The venom is so full of ice that it is not able to use its inner strength to warm itself.
If it had not been for the pills made by the drug king, the young master’s body would have been broken.
Now I see the winter coming, the young master can’t wait.
“Leave me to go to the Queen’s Valley, and I will surely come back before the winter. I’m sorry.
The young master looked at the snow outside the door and breathed a white breath: “Let’s prepare for the journey to the Queen’s Valley.” I’m sorry.
It’s not easy to go to the drug king’s valley.
Ice and snow, snow and mountains.
The carriage was slow, but the assassins came from all directions very quickly.
In the snow, the black assassins pressurized towards the wagon.
The second brother recognized the opposite: “The young master is from the Ra’s house.” I’m sorry.
It seems that the Rabra is the same force that came out of the sky and is here today.
I went out of the carriage and raised my chin at my second brother: “I’m good at this job.” I’m sorry.
Second Brother says he’ll see.
My toes were soft, and snowflakes came up to the front of the convoy, and I danced the swords against the Lobra.
“Have you seen the knife in your grandmother’s hand? It’s called a dog-killer. Of course, only bad dogs, not good dogs. That’s why I’m telling you to stay out of my way and get your ass out of my way. I’m sorry.
The head of the Lobra Temple smiled: “I’ve heard so much about the dark-tide dynasty that I thought I’d be a petty thief, but I didn’t want to be a big mouth bitch.” I’m sorry.
We carried the sword on our shoulders: “Are you the ones who stabbed my young man before?” It’s a dog with no eyes. I’m sorry.
The black collar wrinkled: Before? I’m sorry.
Huh? Isn’t it the Lobra?
At that time, a few coughs of the young master were coming from the carriage.
I’m worried about the young man’s body, and I don’t want to get involved.
“Not important. If I can’t find the master, I’ll give you a chance. I’m sorry.
The second brother whispered behind me, “You little sister, you’re so strong, what are you going to do with the dog?” I’m sorry.
I laughed, and I squeezed two words back into his teeth: “Fuck him!” I’m sorry.
“But Big Brother’s team hasn’t come after us yet, so let’s not lose. I’m sorry.
Fearing that the young man’s illness would delay his treatment, we left for the Pharmacy Valley without waiting. The senior brother who gave the assignment in the cabinet left a letter, and he saw the letter and would follow the road.
The Big Brother has sent pigeons to report that they have set off in the dark and will be able to catch our men before dark.
But it is clear that the Zorobra on the opposite side came prepared and was ambushed early in the morning.
“You’re a dog and you’re a fool. Look at the way his monkey showed up. I’m sorry.
The second brother touched the sword between his waist and his waist: “Well, let’s do it.” I’m sorry.
There is nothing but a silent sword in the wilderness.
All of them are trained killers, who kill and kill with their hands and hands, who do not give a word, who do not leave a living.
And the beasts of the forest fled, and the birds stunned, and the sun and the earth covered in silver covered with red with hot eyes.
There’s no one in the dark tide who’s afraid of dying.
But the Tigers are not invincible.
We only have 34 men, 100 people, and we use poison.
“Son of a bitch, play dirty!” I’m sorry.
My sword was cut across the front of those across, and a familiar totem was revealed.
“My Lord, it’s a venom of the Ten Romans! I’m sorry.
The young master had already opened the door of the carriage, watching the battle in peace, and heard me and flew out of the car with a warmer.
He asked the leader of the Lobra: “Who are you?” I’m sorry.
The leader took the black side, and a scar from his left ear to his mouth was a very white, clean face: “Do you recognize me?” I’m sorry.
The young man opened his eyes and said, “The court of leaves.” I’m sorry.
I know the name of the House of Leaves, the two most unloved sons of Lord Ten, because of the premature death of his birth mother and the hardship of his childhood.
And We kicked the body in front of him, and We protected him with a knife: “Your father did not raise you as a son, but you came up to avenge him.” I’m sorry.
But the young man laughed behind me: “Where did he avenge his father, he only took his power under the pretext of light.” You have to remember, the least favoured are often the most ambitious. I’m sorry.
I nod my head: “I know, I don’t bark. I’m sorry.
The young master beat me in the head, and he boasted of me: “Wise.” I’m sorry.
The fruit of the leaves on the other side is so stifling that even if we were to shed his scars in front of him, he would not have been provoked, and he would not have listened.
…is a big man.
Our men fell down one by one.
The Rorbra has changed its strategy and its stride is so tight that most of the killers in the dark tide are caught back and forth by the intoxication.
Watch your back! I’m sorry.
I watched the second brother’s back with a long and deep knife.
The second brother, covering his abdomen, kicked the black man who had stabbed him on his back and finally bowed to the ground and threw out his blood.
When he was on his neck, he cried out to me, “Take the young master!” I’m sorry.
I had a knife and I had a red eye: “Hold on, Big Brother will be here soon. I’m sorry.
The second brother looked up.
There’s no light in the dark sky, and there’s big snowflakes falling. Although we can’t estimate time, it’s still far from dark.
He stretches his finger and wipes the blood on his lips, and smiles at me: “Sister, you are rich, don’t forget. You’re going to burn me a lot of paper money today next year. I’m sorry.
After he had said it, he stood up and went into the strangulation.
Second Brother, come back!
The young master gently put his hand on my shoulder, step up and stand in front of me.
“Intentional, take my sword. I’m sorry.
I was so shocked, I grabbed him in his sleeve, “I’ll take you away!” I’m sorry.
And he looked back at me, and he smiled softly: “Where can you go, fool?” I’d rather stay here than step on your body. I’m sorry.
My tears came out of my eyes: “You may not…”
Unintentional, under orders.
Flying snow is a battleground of blood.
The young master is an invincible god, my faith.
“Yes. I’m sorry.
The young master is a genius who has broken the path of life and death at the age of 12, a legend of 10 Romans in blood, and a killer who is known for his age as the “Smoke”.
He held the sword in his hand, and his inner strength was squirted out of his body, his robes were hunted and his heart was raging.
And He made an enemy of ten and an enemy of dozens.
Swords shine, sharp and sharp. Swords crash into one another, and the wind rises.
If the gods come, the battles change.
Then the court of the leaves fell, and he laughed with blood on his chest, covered in the wound of the sword: “It is time for your poison.” This is your punishment for the slaughter of the ten Romans. I’m sorry.
When I smell this, I will see the young man’s face as white as paper, and the tremors between his wrists will be the end of the crossbow.
Master!
I dropped my knife, put it in the chest of a tough black man, flew to him and caught him in time for the bloodfall.
Young master, hold on, I’ll take you away!
He held my hand and shook his head with a weak sword.
“You can’t take me far. I’m sorry.
He caressed my eyebrow with his fingertips like the snow that fell on his face today: “I am not heartless, live well.” I’m sorry.
“No, follow the young master without heart.” I’m sorry.
The young master has little strength, and his hands have slipped on my shoulder, and he has no power to push me. I’m sorry.
I was angry and cried out, “Are you a dead man or me?” Listen to me!”
I unsealed the cape on the snow, dragged the young master up there and set it up.
“Don’t die until I take you away! I’m sorry.
The young master bit his teeth tight and yelled at me: “Idiocy!” I’m sorry.
I stand up and sweep the battlefield.
In the snow and ice, there was a river of blood, and bodies spread all over the country.
There are 34 of them, the two remaining.
Decabra, the remaining eight.
Good.
I slowly drew a soft sword from my waist.
The men of the river have done nothing but in the dark, but I am not sure that my sword is better.
The soft sword kills with a high concentration of energy, a high degree of internal energy and a high rate of speed.
I used to have machetes, a soft sword on my waist, so I wouldn’t pull it out. Because that’s what I did.
I laughed at the court of leaves and said, “Have you seen my sword?” Because, the people I’ve seen are dead. I’m sorry.
When the sky clears, the last snowflake falls on my bloody sword.
I rubbed the blood on my eyes and looked up at the light that came out of the clouds.
Great, it’s clear.
There was blood in the abdomen, and We dragged the weak body towards the young master.
Returning to the young master, I could no longer hold the sword in my hand, and then I threw it to him and leaned on his face.
“My Lord, your hands are so cold, it’ll warm you without a heart. I’m sorry.
“Sir, I’ve sent a flare, and if you insist, Big Brother will be here soon. I’m sorry.
“Madam, didn’t you name me “intentional”? How did it end up giving me a heart? I’m sorry.
Young Master…
My master, if we meet again in the next life, we…
Forget it, I only wish you safety and health.
In between, a drop of heat falls on my face.
My name is being cried to pieces.
My name was raised by the young master, and he bought me the day he gave me the name – the heartless.
He said, “The heartless sword of God.” I’m sorry.
I used to beg on the streets and took a few homeless children to live in a broken temple outside the city.
It’s tough, but we have to live.
When I was begging at the entrance to the winehouse, I saw the young man in his coat, and the fox, walking slowly from a luxury wagon.
He had a warmer in his hand, pale-faced, with a beautiful but taneous eye and a sick young man from a large family.
It’s perfect, and it’s fat.
And We blocked the young man’s way without knowledge, and dragged his clothes with dirty hands.
“Please, Master, I haven’t eaten for three days. Please give me some silver. The Buddha will bless you.” I’m sorry.
The guard that followed him tried to pull me away, but the young master put his hand to stop them.
“Give her silver.” I’m sorry.
The guard’s orders were tossed with silver and threw it at my knees.
“Thank you, Master. Thank you, Lord. The Buddha will bless you. I’m sorry.
When a troupe entered the wine house, I climbed from the floor with a piece of silver and shattered a very good pony from my sleeve.
I took care of it and laughed: “The Buddha will bless you, you two fools.” I’m sorry.
But without a cup of tea, I was taken to the young master by two trained escorts.
The young master’s hand was full of lost and rejuvenated, but his eyes were on the ground staring at me and shaking.
“I can steal the jade from me without a word. I’m sorry.
I’m on my back and I think we’re thieves.
“Stand up. I’m sorry.
I dare not lift my head and ask for forgiveness one by one: “Lord, forgive me with great mercy, I will never dare.” I’m sorry.
He’s got a good guard, a sword in his waist, and he can’t do anything like that.
If the nobles were angry, they would never have listened to me if I had been beaten to death in the streets. Not to mention that I stole it first. What if I killed it?
When I was about to lose my cowardice, the young master looked at me and the guards raised me.
And those two escorts, Gómez, turned around on me.
The eyes of the young master were on me: “The bones are wonderful and a good thing to learn. I’m sorry.
This rich young man wants to buy me.
Then I can’t sell it, and I’m thinking, “Twenty-two! I’m sorry.
I was afraid that he might think I wasn’t worth it, and I said, “Don’t look at me as small, I am strong, I can chop wood, I can pick water with my shoulders, I can do two jobs, and I can buy my bag for nothing.” I’m sorry.
With these twenty-two taels, my sister’s illness will be cured, and the little dolls in the temple will be frozen this winter, and the two tigers will be able to save their energy to carry more.
As long as they survive this winter, the children in the broken temple will be able to grow stronger and live much easier.
The young man said, “I do not need you to cut wood and water.” I want you to kill someone.
“Kill and kill? I’m sorry.
I was scared to step back and my legs were so soft.
“Yes, kill, do you dare? I’m sorry.
I didn’t kill anyone, and I didn’t want to kill anyone.
But isn’t this the way people eat people? If I didn’t take the knife, Buddha wouldn’t have me. I lived with my brothers and my sisters in a temple, day after day, and the Buddha, who was in the mud and gold, looked merciful, and did not see it once.
Kill and kill. I just want to save the children of the temple.
So I rose up from the ground and raised my head up with my chest. But I’m going to get the twenty-two now. Of course I’m not afraid of you. You look like a rich man, you lose more sesame pellets in your mouth. I’m just… My sister’s sick, waiting for money to heal. I’m sorry.
Sir, take me away.
Before I left, I went back to the temple, and when I entered the door, the dolls in the temple dropped their jobs and came running. I’m sorry.
The older children of the temples went out to work or beg day after day, and the younger children either followed the larger streets to beg or stayed in the temple to do some work.
“How’s my sister? Sister brought the doctor back. I’m sorry.
The dolls looked at the doctor behind me, and the carriage outside the door, but only looked at me.
“Did you get money today?” I’m sorry.
The other said of course: “You’re a fool. How can you afford to hire a doctor?” I’m sorry.
A bunch of kids were hustling me, and I was about to leave, and I turned around, and I didn’t say a word.
The doctor gave her a pulse and drugged her. When the Erhu, who worked at the pier, came back for food, I gave him the rest of the silver.
“You sold yourself? You got kicked in the head. Those rich people are good-looking, bad-looking, bad-looking people, and you’re not going to have good results with him! I’m sorry.
I looked at him for nothing: “Being a beggar, you have to eat the bad fruit.” I’m sorry.
“You! I’m sorry.
“I have made up my mind, and now that you have called me sister-in-law, I will surely speak my heart.” It’s just this winter, and it’s up to you, and the dolls in the temple. I’m sorry.
“Are you coming back later?” I’m sorry.
I looked back at the luxurious carriage parked outside the temple, and I had no choice but to say, “I guess not. I’m sorry.
Out of the broken temple, I kneeled in front of the young master’s carriage, and three loud bells.
The voice of the young master came from the wagon: “You have nothing to do with them since then. You can only look at me, protect me, obey me. And if any of the people of this temple are against me, you will kill him without blinking. I’m sorry.
I bit my teeth and said yes.
Who can live for who? And We sold it to save them, and it was full of kindness.
“And in the future, you will be called the heartless, the heartless. I’m sorry.
I sold it to the young master with my heart as a cow.
The young master taught me martial arts so I could eat and warm, and give me shelter from the rain.
He sent me my unique soft sword, even holding my hand and killing the first one.
And then, I’m going to go to the shadowless light, and I’m going to start putting up a card at the dark tide and becoming a real killer.
But he held my pen and taught me how to hyphenate.
He said the killer must not only be a sword, but also a brain.
I said I don’t want to think. I want to practice martial arts. I want to kill.
“You can sing a poem before someone else kills you, and you can only scoff when you meet your opponent, will you laugh?” I’m sorry.
And I thought, “He laughs, I’ll kill him.” I’m sorry.
The young master was not able to choke, but he asked me: “How can you learn when you learn martial arts? I’m sorry.
It’s hard for me to learn martial arts, after all.
“The young man will teach me.” I’m sorry.
But the young man’s eyelids trembled, and his eye was soft: “I will only teach you a moment, and I will not teach you a life.” I’m sorry.
“Huh? But I have to follow him all my life. Why can’t you teach me life? I’m sorry.
The young master’s hand was softly above my head, and his eyes were bitter, and his silence did not tell me why.
Once again, he has changed his face: “Yes, but you have to pay for it.” I’m sorry.
I can’t afford to pay.
“Master, I want to learn to read. I’m sorry.
Wake up again, I’m already in the Pharma Valley.
Big Brother arrived in time to take us to the Pharmacy Valley.
But now that I’m awake, the young master is lying in the bed next door, with his eyes closed.
Turns out the knife that pierced my stomach was poisoned. It was the poison of the Decamon.
I should have been killed, but the young master had spent all his energy to force my poison out.
And he fed me the only respirator.
I stood in front of the young man’s bed, and I whispered to him, “I am a dead man, what are you doing for me?” I’m sorry.
The drug king came in from outside the house and turned his back on the box: “He certainly didn’t treat you like a dead man.” I’m sorry.
“What is that for? I’m sorry.
The medicine king smiled, “You test me, I’ll tell you.” I’m sorry.
I pulled the soft sword from my waist: “It doesn’t matter. Give me back my son, or I’ll never let you talk to him. I’m sorry.
The drug king turned his white eye: “There’s not so much to return to, I can’t produce two of these without thousands of potions.” One fed to Kenshin, the other fed to you by this kid. If you kill me now, I don’t. I’m sorry.
My heart was heavy, and the sword fell out of my hand and fell upon the ground, staring at the bed.
He’s as pale as a piece of paper and as if he’s gone.
I held his cold hand and his tears ran out.
“Whosoever can save him, save him, then I will not eat meat, nor drink, and I will shave my head to my sister-in-law. Woe, I will give you my daily offering. I will lay down my sword and recite the Buddha, and ask you to save him.” Jesus Christ, give my life for him. I’m not alive.
The king of medicine came up and looked at me, “Ooh, how ugly to cry. I’m sorry.
I cried and I touched the sword between my waists.
And the king of the medicine changed his tongue: “Beautiful, beautiful. I’m sorry.
He smiled and laid a silver needle and stuck it to his caves.
When I cried, I leaned over my bed and asked him, “Is there any help for my young man?” I’m sorry.
The drug king, “Hey,” pointed at his nose, “There are people in this world I can’t save? I’m sorry.
Listening to him, I looked up and looked at him, and said, “Didn’t you say that there were only two? I’m sorry.
“Yeah, but I’ve lost my soul, and I’ve come back to life. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
I jumped up and pulled out the soft sword, and cried out, “Your mother-in-law said, I’m sorry.
It turns out that no one has ever tried it.
The drug is made of various kinds of poisons, and the main one is a poison attack, which specializes in the disease of a highly toxic infestation.
“So this thing works as a drug, and failure as a poison. The medicine king said so.
We said, “How can the young man give you a taste of medicine? My life is hard, let me try. I’m sorry.
Big Brother disagrees: “Your life has been saved by the young master’s death. Would you have been able to do good for him?” I’m sorry.
“But if he dies, I die. I’m Master’s death. I’m here. I’m sorry.
Don’t you think why? The day you died before you were a filmmaker, the young master stood in the study with a warm stove, and ordered you to be a filmmaker as soon as you returned. He just wants you to live. I’m sorry.
“How can I live in peace when the young master is lying there?” I have to do something for him. I’m sorry.
He said, “I’ll try it. I’m sorry.
I said, “No, I’ll do it. I’m sorry.
As the two of us quarreled about drawing a sword, the drug king impatiencedly stuck between us.
“Stop it, stop it. You don’t have to try to come back to life. There’s only one of them. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
And We drew the sword with our brother, and pointed it towards the medicine king, saying, “What did your mother say?” I’m sorry.
The day before the drug king brought that one back to his son to feed him, I drove him to the temple outside the valley and invited the Buddha back to the valley.
Big brother laughed at me: “Isn’t my sister not a god? You used to say, “The Buddha’s mercy is high.” I’m sorry.
I’m holding Buddha’s statue and I can’t stop covering Buddha’s old ears.
“When did I ever say such a terrible thing! My heart is pure and true! I’m sorry.
I look to the heavens and say: ‘Amith Buddha, and Amith Buddha, believing in the young women, who are young and mad, cannot take what they think as true. I’m sorry.
The day the king gave the medicine to the young master, I put the Buddha in front of his bed, and I took it with my dog.
“Amit, Buddha, bless my young lord. I’m sorry.
However, the Buddha has never taken my life away from me.
The young man, who had been in a coma, fell back to his bed with a big black blood out of his head.
I jumped to the bed and held his hand: “My lord, my lord…”
But the young master didn’t respond, and his chest didn’t even rise.
I’m shaking to his nose, and I’m not breathing!
“No, sir, you’re kidding me again, right? I’m sorry.
There was a noise at the door, and the medicine king and the master brother came.
And We shed the tears of our faces and drew out the soft sword between our waists.
“Doctor, give me back my master! I’m sorry.
The medicine king was busy hiding behind the master brother: “No man will do anything!” I’m sorry.
Big Brother stopped me, “Sir, calm down and show the Master first. I’m sorry.
“Look at the farts! The young man doesn’t smell much, the young man he he he…”
My nostrils are sour and dark, and the world will never last this winter.
“The young master taught me martial arts, taught me to read, gave me a soft sword, gave me a name. I should have spent my life in return for his death. I will never be able to repay you again.
“You can make a promise. I’m sorry.
A weak voice rang in a raging house of sorrow.
Master!
It turns out that the so-called death comes back to life as an attack, first death and then life.
The black blood which the young master vomited was a very toxic remnant. Then there was no breath, a false state of self-rehabilitation, and when the drug effects were absorbed, it would wake up.
I grabbed the drug king’s brother-in-law: “You didn’t say so! I’m sorry.
“You didn’t give me the chance to come up and scream and kill.” I’m sorry.
I threw him away and looked inside.
A beautiful waiter, with her eyes covered her wounds in autumn water, and her waist and neck, like peaches.
“Hey, what does your sister mean? I’m sorry.
There are no pharmacists. There are only a few maids in the game. He was a master servant and a teacher.
Today, they take away the work of the drug king, and the fairies turn around like young masters.
The drug king came over and hit me on the shoulder. I’m sorry.
When I was about to draw my sword, I heard the young man call me in cold: “I have no heart.” I’m sorry.
“What’s the matter, sir?”
He looked at the medicine king who was standing at the door and gave me his hand: “I’m cold, you warm my hands.” I’m sorry.
“Oh. “I immediately began to give my hands to the young master as before.
No, Master’s poison has been solved and his hands are warm.
“Your hand, sir…”
“More words. I’m sorry.
“Oh. I’m sorry.
At night, when I was on the beam, I heard the young master call me.
I flew at least by my bedside: “Is the young man thirsty?” I’m sorry.
The young master sits on the bedside, and doesn’t seem to expect that I’ll suddenly come along and turn my face upside down: “No, I just have something to ask you. I’m sorry.
“Oh, you ask. I’m sorry.
He looked up at me in the eye: “What do you think of the drug king?” I’m sorry.
The medicine king? I have something to say about this man.
“Sweet, little honking, nine words in ten words. If it hadn’t been for him who saved your life, I’d have punched him in the face. I’m sorry.
The young man’s eyebrow spreads as if he had a light smile: “What about the wind?”
“Ah, Big Brother? Big Brother’s fine. I’m sorry.
It would be better if he could give me an insulation.
“What about me?”
I looked at the young master with confusion and didn’t understand what he meant.
The young master has drawn a slightly bitter white smile: “Now that my inner strength is broken, even if my sword is in hand, I will become a loser…”
Don’t worry, I’ll protect him later. I am Master’s sword. I’m sorry.
But the young master was staring at me, “Is it just a sword?” I’m sorry.
“And the little stove that walks?” I’m sorry.
But now the young master is not afraid of cold. Do I need to warm him?
The young master exclaimed and pulled me into my arms by holding my wrist: “I’m asking, what do you think of me?” Will you marry me?”
I can’t even dream about marrying a young master.
I even felt that there was no one in the world who could be worthy of my young master.
But if there is, the girl is the best girl in the world.
Not a dead man licking blood with a knife, with the strongest heart, the coldest sword.
The young master said that he used to be very poisonous and felt that he would soon die, so he didn’t want to drag me down. Now that he’s detoxified, he can walk with me for the rest of his life and become greedy.
The young master also said that I was the best girl in the world, with the hottest, softest heart and the best sword.
The young master also said that he regretted most that he had given me the name “intentional” that day.
But, my lord, my heart grew for you.
Another year of winter.
My sister, who was very close to me, told me secretly that Big Brother had just returned from his mission and had a hot water in his room.
When I was in a rocking chair, I came to the spirit, my feet were down, and I came to the familiar old place.
I looked at Big Brother’s back with my breath…
“Madam, when will you change the problem of looking at the pot in your bowl? I’m sorry.
I don’t know when I’m behind you, and I look at you.
I covered his mouth and flew him away.
“Slow down. If Big Brother knew I was going to learn from his family, he’d rush me. I’m sorry.
“Then when you looked at him in the shower, like a toilet, and in the garden, you didn’t think I would rush with you.” I’m sorry.
I smiled and hugged his arm: “How can a husband be so small?” I’m sorry.
“Oh, you called me a little tummy. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
He was angry with me, and at dinner he took away the brilliance duck he brought back from the city.
I didn’t dare to say that.
I’m sitting on the beam alone at night, wondering how to make this little tummy man feel.
I saw two pages of the book groaning in the morning, sitting on the head of the bed, and waved at me: “Get down.” I’m sorry.
I flew right to the bed.
“Do you really want to learn about the wind? I’m sorry.
“That’s natural. It’s said to be old. I’ve been thinking about it for years.
“But I’ve got something better to learn. I’m sorry.
“You’re hiding! Give it up! I’m sorry.
And the light went out and dragged me into my arms in the darkness: “On me, the lady herself sought it. I’m sorry.
Over. Case number: YXX1RBZY3uYDZ58AzCM1Mb
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
