Brow of a Thousand Calamities Chapter 41: Seven Flowers Cloud Journey 04

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Tang Lici did not answer. Wanyu Yuedan's eyebrows arched and she smiled broadly, "I want to be a king, but I don't have to be a strong one. Mr. Tang, you... don't have to be a king, but you must be a strong one." He said slowly , "A strong person... his heart must be as hard as a stone. If you can't bear the pain of others, your weaknesses will be exposed too easily. The world is in turmoil, and you are a very important person..."

Tang Lici raised her eyes and smiled. The sky was quite gray, desolate and high, as if a pile of fine sand had been blown up into the sky by the strong wind. It was scattered and swaying, but it blew higher and higher and never fell.

At this moment, there was only a loud "crash" in the distance. In Tang Lici's eyes, a cloud of black smoke rose in the direction of Wangting Villa, and then a raging fire shot up to half a height. Needless to say, The manor with complex structures and tangled tunnels has disappeared again in the gunpowder and fire. The outcome of the battle between Zhu Yan and Yu Honghou is unknown, and the whereabouts of the men and women hiding in Wangting Villa will obviously become a mystery.

They must have another lair, but even if both Zhu Yan and Yu Honghou are injured, the remaining power of Feng Liu Dian is still amazing and cannot be pursued. Tang Lici stared at the fire that was getting stronger and stronger. If he could be stronger, if he had a helper like Zhu Yan, last night was actually a great opportunity to kill Yu Honghou.

A helper like Zhu Yan...

Fu Zhumei’s shadow flashed across his mind, and Tang Lici’s blushing face suddenly turned slightly pale, with a faint feeling of dizziness. Tang Yingdi’s words “He is better than you”, that sentence “He is better than you” "Okay" overlapped and circled around his ears, like ghosts that wouldn't go away. His eyes were slightly closed, and Wan Yuedan beside him raised his head, "Mr. Tang?"

"I'm tired." Tang Li said. Wanyu Yuedan let out a soft breath and sat down on the ground. He didn't care whether it was muddy water or weeds. After sitting down, he touched it with his tentacles and found that it was a piece of wet dry grass. He simply lay down and looked at the sky with his arms on his pillow. .

He couldn't see the sky, but he was happy.

Tang Lizi followed him and sat down. Wan Yuedan pulled his sleeves and said, "Lie down when you are tired. Lie down. Although the ground is cold, it won't kill you and me." Tang Lizi lay down. , also pillowed his arms and looked at the sky.

The sky is still hazy, and a few dry and haggard shapeless leaves are floating in the wind, rising and falling, but their shapes are very free. Wanyu Yuedan stretched out her hand and pulled out a piece of dead grass. "Can you sing?" Tang Lici stared at the fallen leaves in the wind. "Singing?" Wan Yuedan stroked them carefully with his nimble fingers. That withered grass, carefully trying to figure out its shape, "Don't you want to sing when you're lying on the ground? I want to hear someone sing."

Tang Lici watched him playing with the withered grass, and his whole body slowly relaxed. A string that had been tightened recently gradually loosened. After he relaxed, his expression was no longer calm and gentle, but overbearing. With a hint of sneer, "There is a song called 'Weak Bug'."

"Weak insect?" Wanyu Yuedan was startled for a moment, "What a strange name, let's sing it and listen."

Tang Li Ci lay carelessly on the withered grass, "There, there were the lights of the camp, the endless soldiers and horses sleeping in the river at night, the moon was like a hook, and the grass covered the hillside. There, I was dreaming many dreams, counting One, two, three, four, even clearer than the stars. There, the faint little bug shines and wanders in the silent hour of midnight; here, the fragile little bug **** its wings and soars when the powerful enemy approaches. The ghost is on the river bank, holding a gun in the dark... In his night's dream, weak insects float lightly, and soldiers and horses are approaching; in his night's dream, weak insects die lightly, falling to the ground like leaves. I stepped on it, not knowing its dream, I just thought it was soil, oh - I just thought it was soil - the moonlight flickered like a hook, it shined coldly, it could not illuminate many weak insects. Today, night, alone, alone, Die..." He didn't sing, just recited the words.

Wanyu Yuedan listened attentively, "The phrase 'the soldiers and horses are approaching' was very sudden." Tang Lici looked at the sky, "That is a double harmony." Wanyu Yuedan said again, "'Luo It looks like leaves on the ground..." Tang Lici interrupted him, "That's also a double harmony." Wanyu Yuedan didn't know what "double harmony" was, so she plucked the dead grass in her hand regretfully. "Why don't you sing?"

"Sing?" Tang Lici grabbed a handful of withered grass from the ground, shook her hands and threw it into the air, seeing it blown everywhere by the wind, "Who knows... you go ask Fu Zhumei to sing to you, I I can only sing 'The soldiers and horses are approaching' and 'Falling on the ground like leaves'."

Wanyu Yuedan was surprised, "Why?"

Tang Lici looked at the sky, and the handful of dead grass he scattered was no longer in the sky, "Because... that's how it is stipulated."

Wanyu Yuedan calmed down and said, "Who stipulated this?"

Tang Lici raised her hand, spread her fingers, and looked at the sky through her fingers. The sky was still very broad, but it looked very narrow between her fingers. "Everyone...all everyone."

When she said "everyone...all everyone", Tang Lici sounded like a child, and Wanyu Yuedan opened her eyes and smiled, "Then I will sing for you."

Tang Lici laughed, "You?" He was scornful, but did not deny it, "Sing."

Wanyu Yuedan lay on the ground and started singing. He sang casually, singing a tune from his childhood. He forgot some words and copied them here and there. If he forgot some words completely, he made them up. Anyway, Tang Lici didn't know what he was singing.

The winter wind was very cold, and I listened to Wanyu Yuedan singing blindly for a long time. Tang Lici's red lips curled up slightly, "You...sometimes you are a bit like a person." Wanyu Yuedan stopped singing, " "Who?" Tang Lici's lips curved slightly, "You are missing him." Wanyu Yuedan asked again, "Who?" Tang Lici said, "Who it is..." Wanyu Yuedan. Sighing, "Well... how do you know him? Where is he?" Tang Lici smiled half-heartedly, "He is in a place... far, far away."

"How is he?" Wan Yuedan didn't ask where "he" was, because he knew Tang Lici wouldn't tell.

"It's not very good." Tang Lici closed her eyes, "Or... it's very bad."