Chapter 885： There are fixed numbers (2/2)
Everyone seemed to be seeing her, and pierced her. She tried to speak, but there was no sound at all.
What the **** is going on?
She was too late to react, and a war horse appeared in front of her. The most important thing was the person sitting on the horse's back, a silver tabard, with a silver mask on his face, not angry, like a sword that just came out of the sheath. , With an arrogant momentum, murderous Ling Ran.
As soon as she was happy, she wanted to run towards him, but at this moment, a long arrow came out and appeared behind him. She immediately twitched her throat to make him careful, but she forgot that she said Speechless.
The arrow was inserted into his back like this, revealing from his chest, everything happened too quickly, and she could only watch him fall.
Do not--
Everything fell asleep, only to know that the crickets chirped tirelessly in the mountains and fields.
When Chu Qing opened her eyes with sweat and sweat, the first purpose was to go to the dark night, and then she turned her head to see the figure that made her feel at ease.
It turned out to be a dream.
Fortunately, it's just a dream!
But why do you have such unlucky dreams at this time? Is it because of the nightmare that was left today against the thick-browed man?
Whatever the reason, this kind of dream is not reassuring at all.
Her heart was still throbbing, in a quiet environment, listening to his long breath, her heart slowly settled down.
Watching his deep sleeping face tightly, her eyes were reddish, and finally she stretched out her hands and hugged him gently, and buried her head in his arms.
Big ice cubes, no matter how you rush me, I'm going to follow you faceless.
Alive, I want to be with you, even if I die, I don't want to be apart from you.
In a temple in the far mountains.
Under the lush and thick locust tree, two figures sat opposite each other, and in front of them was a chess game.
”How did you lose again?” A white-haired old man complained.
The senior monk wearing a plain robe, heard a smile and said, ”You are uneasy, of course, you have lost the level you used to.”
The old man with white hair heard the words explode. ”Who said that I was restless, my heart was so calm!”
The monk still smiled, ”Why are you playing the poor monk so late?”
The white-haired man could not help but touch his nose and smiled unnaturally. ”This is not a good night, isn't it a waste not to be in the next game?”
The monk looked at him calmly.
The white-haired old man quickly lost the game, tossing the white child on the chess board, and scratching his beard, ”Isn't I worry about that grandson? I'm in the game again.”
The monk withdrew the pieces one by one, and smiled kindly, ”The King and the Kyrgyz have a heavenly appearance, and he has his destiny around him, so everything can be changed.”
The gray-haired old man's eyes were slightly bright, ”The granddaughter really found him right!”
The monk's eyes were unpredictable, ”It's Jeffrey, everything has its own set.”
The white-haired man groaned for a moment, then got up.
”Where are you going?” The monk asked.
”Of course it's sleeping!” The white-haired old man shook his hands back and swayed back.
The monk looked at his back, smiled and shook his head, then continued to collect chess pieces.