v4 Chapter 121： one day (2/2)

The burial bamboo sound is low, and it is very slow and careful. The mouth has a mild smile on the corner, but it is slightly stunned. It seems that many things of the year are thought of. The funeral flower held her legs quietly and never opened her eyes, but her eyes always fell on the elder brother's funeral, never moving away.

”But we are dead, and died countless years ago. I am no longer a funeral ... and you are no longer a funeral ... we are freed from the imprisonment of the blood of the Ji family and no longer isolated, but The complete memory of the funeral bamboo prevented me from letting go and accepting the funeral flowers, and I hope that you can understand that. ”

The funeral chuckled, and wanted to cry, but no tears were dripping, ”I know, my elder brother is so weird today. Why do I have to say these things again? Not all have been told many times. I am a lot better now, both There is no sticking of the elder brother. ”

The funeral bamboo shook her head gently, a mild smile appeared in the corner of her mouth, stretched her arms, took her into her arms in the astonishment of the funeral flowers, took a deep breath, and said, ”There is a difference.”

”Whether it is the funeral bamboo, or the life from the funeral bamboo blood seeds, it has completely disappeared just now. This eighth day is the day I won for myself. This day I don't want to be bound any more.”

The funeral flower heard the words, a beautiful smile bloomed on her face, and she was happy and joyful. She buried the elder brother in the middle of the jade arm. She has been waiting for countless years in this hug.

The funeral bamboo frowned suddenly, showing a slight pain, but even if it was hidden, the funeral flower was quiet and silent in the arms, enjoying a kind of stability never before.

”Fun bamboo, you must have realized your thoughts a long time ago. Is it like suppressing yourself like me? As for Xifei, do you really like her ... or just treat her as a substitute ... We all Stupid, but fortunately I have one more day than you, enough. ”

The funeral shook his head slowly, silent.

Time passed, the two of them were silent by the lake, and the atmosphere was mild. Although they never spoke, they seemed extremely natural and harmonious. As if they had been like this 10 million years ago, they were deeply imprinted into this world and will never dissipate.

The burial bamboo was pale and the body was translucent, but a gentle smile was hanging on the corner of his mouth, and it seemed that he could not detect the pain in his body.

”One day, it's coming soon ...”

The funeral flower lifted, his eyes were nostalgic, ”Brother Zhu, we have been entangled for countless years. No matter what, if you want to leave me alone, we will always be together. In any case, we will never be separated.”

The funeral bamboo frowned, shaking his head to open his mouth, but was blocked by a pair of jade hands. At this moment, the ten-finger imagination is almost transparent, and there is that faint blood-colored energy running in it, the degree is slow to the extreme, as if it will stop at the next moment.

”It's too late to bury the elder brother. They have already made a decision. Presumably the elder brother's current status should not be changed.”

The funeral chuckled and said.

The burial bamboo had a complex complexion, then shook his head to reveal the color of liberation, and whispered softly, ”Since this is the case, let us never be separated.”

The sound is low and fades away slowly.

The lake trembled, then evaporated like a drop of water under the scorching sun, exposing the dark ground.

The bamboo tower collapsed, collapsed and dissipated into the void.

The bamboo forest swayed and suddenly bloomed, and then the bamboo leaves shriveled, the bamboo poles withered, and the wind melted away and scattered.

In fact, there are no lakes at all, no bamboo forests, no bamboo buildings, just because the funeral flowers have been said many years ago, her dream life is to plant a bamboo forest next to a small lake and cover the bamboo buildings. Fishing day, listening to the wind on rainy night. Funeral bamboo in mind, although she can not accompany her fishing, can not accompany her to watch the rain and wind, but still want to set out the environment of her dreams.

In the snuggle, the burial bamboo and burial flowers suddenly spread out into a cloud of mist, tumbling and entangled, and they would never be separated from each other again.