Chapter two hundred and sixty Memories
"Who is your young lady?" Tang priest asked
Mrs. Bones was furious because of this. She looked at Tang Priest bitterly and laughed bitterly. "You forgot her, Golden Cicada!"
At this moment, Mrs. Bones’ mind is full of her own young lady. She often sits in her boudoir with a maid. She knows that there has always been a monk in her heart.
Even after so many years, she can clearly remember the past.
"Miss, what do you like about people?" Once a little girl, she asked.
"It’s a very interesting person, a compassionate person, a very good person," the young lady replied slowly, with a smile on her face as if she were a flower.
"Then why not go to see him and join him?"
The young lady touched her face lightly and said sadly, "I can’t go back!" "
Half of that charming face is impressively new. Bones look very strange, but it is the most beautiful face in Mrs. Bones’ memory.
She didn’t know what happened to her young lady until that day when she saw a picture of beauty and learned a kind of spiritual practice from it.
This is the price of immortality until one day the body fades, but the young lady stopped and never practiced this kind of skill again. As time passed by, the beauty left a pile of dust.
"If I become like that, the golden cicada will be sad." This is the answer of Miss Dying, and I have always remembered it in her heart.
After leaving Miss Li, she finally chose this strange achievement method, hoping to meet those monks in her mouth one day and see what kind of person is worth her, because Miss Li said that Jin Chan is a yogi.
Thinking of this, she was even more resentful and roared, "How can you forget her? Do you know what you gave up, Miss Bai Xiaoyao?"
"Bai Xiaoyu!" When Tang Priest heard this name, his heart suddenly felt a twinge of pain. The name seemed very important to him, but he couldn’t remember it.
He looked at the bones in front of him in disbelief and asked eagerly, "Tell me what kind of person she is."
At this moment, the Tang Priest seems to have lost his rigid face, no longer like a wooden god who doesn’t eat fireworks, but a mortal with flesh and blood and feelings.
"Want to know? Come closer and I’ll tell you."
Looking at getting closer and closer to herself, Mrs. Tang Bones showed a cruel smile on her face and said softly, "You’d better ask the young lady yourself!" With that, he stretched out his bone claws and five fingers became longer and stabbed Tang Priest in the face.
"Uber, don’t you dare!" Seeing this situation, the monkey couldn’t help it anymore. He picked up the iron bar and hit it on the head.
However, Mrs. Bones didn’t flash or avoid her eyes. They were staring at Tang Priest’s eyes, full of cold murder, and the iron bar was hit by surprise.
For her, killing Tang priest is far more important than her own life, which is the driving force that supports her to live for such a long time.
However, Mrs. Bones didn’t get what she wanted after all. She was faster than the monkey’s golden hoop, and Mrs. Bones should fall to the ground.
On her deathbed, she seemed to have returned to that cold night. She was shivering in a shabby cotton-padded jacket and walked down the street. She was unkempt and unkempt to many people. She was a boy.
That night, the snow was so heavy that it was easy to make people turn white. Everyone hid in the house and burned firewood to keep warm.
Home is home, but she can stare at the street as snowy as goose feathers and silently pray that the night will pass early or she will freeze to death.
It’s so cold at night in winter, if a hungry child can bear it, but when she is about to freeze to death, a pair of warm hands gently pick her up, and that warm body reminds her today.
The crisp sound of "poor child is also a home to return to" seems to be the sound of heaven, which makes Mrs. Bones feel happy for several years.
Since then, she has not been home to return to. She has her own young lady, but she has been wandering with her all the way because of her cold and hunger.
She once thought that it would be good if a generation went like this.
Later, they settled in a small place where she spent the warmest and happiest time in her life. After she practiced magic, she still moved the small house into the abode of fairies and immortals.
However, parting always comes so suddenly, and my mind will always be like the sun, and the young lady will be born and die, and she will be alone again, and the warm light in her life will be extinguished.
So she hated the monk Jin Chan, who was remembered by Miss Li all her life. If it weren’t for him, Miss Li might be willing to continue practicing this spell, and she could live with Miss Li forever.
The flame in her eyes became weak, and Mrs. Bones seemed to see the woman in red again, slowly picking her up, just like many years ago, still so warm and reassuring.
"Miss, have you come to pick me up?" Mrs. Bones muttered that the flame in her eyes was completely extinguished.
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