Immortal Voices Chapter 122: Cry!

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Rong Xian turned her head and smiled, warming her heart and lungs: "You didn’t feel sorry for me. Staying for a long time, I tell you this is not to remind you of anything, but to know that you lived happily when you were a child. Everyone in the family People love you very much, even though they are no longer there, you are still loved."

After hearing this, Shen Jiuliu only felt a sour feeling in his heart.

It turns out that he was once happy. It turns out that someone has always loved him, but he doesn't remember anything.

He raised his head and let the tears flow back. This is a happy thing and should not be crying.

"Are you going to start crying?" Rong Xian asked suddenly after turning around.

Shen Jiu's eyes were red, and his body became stiff.

Rong Xian pretended to pull his sleeves to cover his face, and said thoughtfully: "If you really cry, I will pretend not to see it."

Shen Jiuliu: "...you don't need to say it."

Rong Xian put down his sleeves, glanced at him sideways, and said solemnly: "I have always been a man who tells the truth."

The corner of Shen Jiu's eyes twitched, and the sad emotion in his heart just disappeared instantly, and a faint sense of powerlessness rose: "Xiao Xian, not everyone likes to hear you tell the truth like this."

You will be beaten if you poke someone so painfully, okay?

Rong Xian groaned, and tentatively said: "I will watch you cry."

Shen Jiuliu:! !

Is it a question of whether to cry or not? Why does Xiaoxian always fail to grasp the point.

Rong Xian ignored Shen Jiuliu's madness. She raised her eyebrows and pointed at Shen Jiuliu's red eyes, "So, when did you start crying?"

After Shen Jiuliu was silent for a while, he changed the subject abruptly and said: "Xiao Xian, I still haven't remembered anything, you can tell me more about it here."

Rong Xian gave him a thoughtful look, and she uncovered the topic in a kind-hearted manner, and continued: "There is a pharmacy next to the martial arts field. As long as anyone is injured, they will go to the pharmacy. The one who sees the doctor in the pharmacy is Cai Yi. Aunt, my medicine kit was also given to me by Aunt Caiyi. When I was a child, the children in the clan were afraid of her because she always prescribed very bitter and bitter medicine to sick children. But staying for a long time is very brave and I am not afraid of her."

When she came to the corner, the smile on Rong Xian's face disappeared.

She glanced at the **** corpse of the seven orifices of the old woman on the ground, and sighed: "The martial arts field is here. Although I tried my best not to disturb the patriarch and them, some people still came uninvited."

Hearing this, Shen Jiuliu glanced over the dead body on the ground, feeling a little depressed.

"Xiao Xian, this is not your fault." Shen Jiuliu comforted.

Rong Xian glanced at him in surprise, and said confidently: "This is not my fault."

Shen Jiuliu was embarrassed on his face, coughing, he was wrong.

Rong Xian smiled slightly: "Long stay, you should go and put incense sticks for the patriarch."

Shen Jiuliu's expression became condensed, and he stepped into the martial arts training ground. This place was not bright and spacious as he imagined, but rather icy tombs.

Although this place is full of flowers, it still cannot change the fact that it has become a cemetery.

Perhaps the scene depicted by Rong Xian is too beautiful, perhaps Shen Jiu pays attention to the emotions left deep in his heart. When he saw this cemetery, the huge gap made him take two steps back in disbelief. .

He held his chest, his face pale. Obviously, the curse is gone, but he feels like a knife at this moment.

The tombs were like sharp swords, piercing into his heart, the pain made him breathless.

He crossed Rong Xian and walked towards the graveyard, walking very heavy and slowly with every step, as if every step had to fall where it should be.

After seeing each tombstone, Shen Jiuliu instinctively came to the front tomb.

Finger touch every word on the tombstone-the tomb of the patriarch Yuqing!

This is his father!

Shen Jiu Liu's heart suddenly came up with this idea, and he knelt down toward the icy stele.

"Father," he yelled softly, as cautiously as if he was afraid of disturbing the undead.

In a trance, he seemed to see a loving man looking at him and saying: "Father will be fine, so Xiu'er must protect herself so that Daddy can find you."

"Father." Shen Jiuliu looked sad.

You said that you need me to protect myself to find me. I protect myself, but you missed the appointment, dad. You didn't find me. You lied to me.

"Father." Shen Jiuliu choked in his voice.

Did you know? I have forgotten everything, I don't remember you, Xiaoxian, Caiyi... If the memory hadn't passed by just now, I wouldn't even remember your appearance.

Seeing Shen Jiuliu kneeling in front of the tombstone and looking sad, Rong Xian walked over and looked at the sun that was about to set. Her tone was soft and weightless: "For a long time, the patriarch has been waiting for you for thirteen years. Today It is also their anniversary. They will be very happy if you can come back today."

She said: "This is your home, your roots. No matter what your achievements and how far you go in the future, you have to come back and take a look."

Shen Jiuliu solemnly responded: "Yes."

Rong Xian bends the corners of her lips and suddenly said, "Do you remember the road?"

Shen Jiuliu's serious expression cracked. He really didn't know the road. He followed the map given by the master for a long time, and finally found Shiqiaojian after the monk he met on the road.

Looking at his expression, Rong Xian understood. She sighed, and a slight worry appeared in her gentle look like a mirror flower: "It turns out that you have stayed for a long time and you don’t know the way. If you are lost alone, you should How to be good."

Shen Jiuliu said blankly: "I won't."

Rong Xian looked on the expression of #你真是无性# and said helplessly: "Don't be aggressive."

Shen Jiuliu's difficult explanation: "...I don't have one. I'm relatively new to this place, I haven't found my way. I won't get lost in other places."

Rong Xian was noncommittal. She didn't tease Shen Jiuliu anymore, feeling that she and Shen Jiuliu had a seemingly unconnected connection, blinked and asked, "Where are my two dolls?"

Shen Jiu stayed startled, and followed Rong Xian's gaze to his neck. Only then did he remember that there were two little dolls in the purse he was wearing next to him.

Shen Jiuliu quickly took out the dolls from his purse gently, and said seriously: "I have protected them very well, without any damage."

Rong Xian bent down, touched the two dolls carved with medicated stone with her white fingers, and immediately sensed that the prohibition that was set thirteen years ago was good in it.

However, she frowned when she noticed the blood of the two locked in by the restraint.

For some reason, she always feels that these two drops of blood will have a great effect in the future.

Now that she has no karma in her body, and she has merit to protect her, then the induction just now is not a bad thing.

Thinking about it, Rong Xian injected a burst of life into the medicine stone doll without a trace, and strengthened the protection of the doll.

This series of thoughts and actions was just a blink of an eye, and Rong Xian's face was still calm and unobtrusive.