Pursuit of the Truth Chapter 32: Who sighs in Nianhuali …

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"Look at your hair, it's all white." Bai Ling (White Spirit) smirked, the brightness in his eyes made the strange feeling inside Su Ming more intense.

"Also say to me, your hair has not become white, it has become an old woman." Su Ming smiled at Bai Ling (White Spirit).

During the chat, the two seemed to be more familiar with each other. On this snowy night, Su Ming felt a very good feeling in both body and mind. He felt that time passed quickly, unconsciously, far away The sky at the place turned white.

It was not snow, but Chuyang.

One night, it passed like this. The light on the curtain shrouded earth. When the snow was still falling, Su Ming and Bai Ling (White Spirit) came down from the trunk. After washing, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Su Ming didn't say anything, but crouched down, Bai Ling (White Spirit)'s big eyes flickered, walked gently, and continued to lie on the thin back, a warm feeling, lurking in her heart.

This time, the closer the Su Ming is to the Wulong Tribe, the more I feel some strange thoughts in my heart, as if he is reluctant, gradually, he is silent, but his footsteps, but involuntarily slow down, but also Can't help but get around in circles.

Bai Ling (White Spirit) is lying behind Su Ming. Although she saw many repeated scenes like yesterday, she knew that Su Ming was going around again, but this time, instead of to open mouth, she put her head on Su Ming On the back, listening to the heartbeat of Su Ming.

The song has a loose ending ... When the sun is high, and it is dusk again on this day, the snow of sky is still falling, but the outline of Wulong Tribe appears in the eyes of Su Ming.

Looking at the tribe, Su Ming put down Bai Ling (White Spirit) and smiled.

"You are home."

Bai Ling (White Spirit) glanced at the tribe, and then at Su Ming. On her beautiful face, she could not see her thoughts. She nodded silently, walked to Su Ming, and cleaned gently with her white hands. With the snow on Su Ming.

"Thank you ... back to your tribe earlier ..." Bai Ling (White Spirit) seemed to want to say something more, but he didn't say it, but instead showed a beautiful smile and took a few steps back towards her tribe. Go.

Su Ming stood there, watching the figure of Bai Ling (White Spirit) gradually away, and looking at Jiao Ying, who turned back and waved to himself at that time, his mind was blank.

As the distance between the two becomes farther and farther, the snow falling in the sky also seems to become an invisible barrier, and the fragmentation of his eyes is divided, slowly covering the distant figure, If you walk through an ice field, if you don't come back, you will never see the melting of the ice. If you walk in the years, if you don't remember, you will never hear who is sighing in Central China.

For a long time, Su Ming shook his head, glanced at the Wulong Tribe again, and turned away. When he came, he was accompanied by snow, and it was still the same when he left.

That snowflake fell on his body and hair, but it made Su Ming feel as if something was missing.

"Do you like it ..." Su Ming ran in the forest and galloped towards Wushan Tribe. He frowned all the way, and the Bai Ling (White Spirit) appeared in his mind.

"It feels different from being with Chen Xin ..." Su Ming breathes deeply, shook his head vigorously, and seemed to want to shake off the strange feeling he had never had before, after centering, he eyes flash, speed Get up again.

When sky was dark, the stars were shining, accompanied by moonlight falling, and the snow that lasted day and night. In the endless drift, Su Ming returned to his home, Wushan Tribe fell.

He glanced at it from a distance yesterday, and he was almost sure that the tribe was harmless. After returning at this moment, outside the gate made of that giant wood, he saw the tribesmen of the vigil.

The tribe is very quiet, the bonfire in the center is still burning, and there is a crackling sound. Su Ming walked in the tribe, looked around, and finally came to the house of grandfather.

There is still fire radiating from the grandfather house, apparently it hasn't rested yet.

"It's Su Ming, come in." grandfather's voice came out, showing a trace of fatigue.

Su Ming lifted leather tent lightly and walked in. He saw grandfather sitting cross-legged, his gray hair slightly scattered.

"grandfather." Su Ming whispered, sitting aside.

"It's okay in the tribe, don't worry." grandfather looked at Su Ming with a smile on his face, and motioned to Su Ming to sit beside him. He raised his dry right hand and touched the head of Su Ming a few times. .

"It's actually on the third floor, not bad!"

Su Ming looked at grandfather and slowly talked about what he saw in the cave, one by one, especially when talking about the bone, he clearly saw the look of grandfather.

"Everyone in the sky, why do you cry ... grandfather, what does this sentence mean?" Su Ming frowned.

"The legend really is true ..." grandfather looked at leather tent, and his eyes seemed to penetrate the leather tent and saw the Wushan.

"I should ask myself this sentence. Compared with the vast sky, what sorrow do I have ... Or, there are other charms ..." grandfather sighed and thought of it. What, the words spoke through the vicissitudes, said slowly.

"As for the words of worship, grandfather doesn't quite understand, you can see, maybe this is your creation." grandfather looked back and looked at Su Ming kindly.

"One month later, grandfather is going to Fengzhen Tribe, if you are outside, remember to come back."

"Also, grandfather, I saved a Wulong Tribe tribesmen in that Wings of the Moon nest, she is called Bai Ling (White Spirit), and is the granddaughter of Wulong Tribe Barbarian-Elder." Su Ming nodded, seeming to remember something, and said it again.

"Bai Ling (White Spirit)?" grandfather was stunned for a while, and let Su Ming go back to rest first. After Su Ming left, there was a trace of recollection in grandfather's eyes.

"Russell ... Your granddaughter was inadvertently saved by my family's Rasu ... This matter may make you hate me a little less ..." grandfather sighed, the memory in his eyes, more Thickened.

"Blood Moon in advance ... and the powerful blood that suddenly came out from the Black Mountain department that night ... what a scourge ..." grandfather closed his eyes and muttered his worries.

Su Ming left the house of grandfather and walked within the tribe. Instead of returning to his leather tent, he went to the house of Lei Chen. Seeing that there were only some scars on Lei Chen, he still lived a tiger. He personally took some medicine for him. , This just let me down.

Lei Chen was also very pleased to see Su Ming, patting his chest, bragging about the scene of his battle with Wings of the Moon, drooling, until it was a long time before Su Ming smiled and left.

It was already late at night, but when Su Ming's gaze fell on a blazing leather tent not far away, there was hesitation on his face.

There is the first home, and the home of Bei Ling.

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