Beseech The Devil

    "You look at your hair and it is white."Bai Ling smirked and smiled, and the brightness inside the eyes made Su Ming's inner feelings more and more intense.

    "I also said that your hair has not become white and has become an old woman."Su Ming pointed to Bai Ling and smiled.

    The two talked and laughed, and they seemed to be more familiar with each other. In this snowy night, Su Ming felt that the body and mind had a very good feeling. He felt that time passed quickly, unconsciously, in the distance. Sky is white.

    It is not snow, but the beginning of the sun.

    One night, it was like this. The light on the curtain shrouded the earth. When the snow was still falling, Su Ming and Bai Ling came down from the trunk. After washing it, the two smiled.

    Su Ming didn't say anything, but squatted down, Bai Ling's big eyes flickered, and walked lightly, and continued to lie on the thin back, a warm feeling, faint in her heart.

    This time, Su Ming is getting closer to the Wulong Tribe, and the more I feel that there are some strange thoughts in my heart, it seems to be disappointing. Gradually, he is silent, but his footsteps are involuntarily slowing down, and he can’t help but Wrap around the circle.

    Bai Ling is behind Su Ming's, although she saw a lot of recurring scenes like yesterday, knowing that Su Ming is wandering around, but this time, she didn't open the mouth, but put her head in Su. Ming's back, listening to Su Ming's heartbeat.

    The song ends up…When the sun hangs high and the day is dusk again, the snow of the sky is still under, but the outline of the Wulong Tribe appears in Su Ming's.

    Looking at the tribe, Su Ming put down Bai Ling and smiled on her face.

    "you're home."

    Bai Ling glanced at the tribe and looked at Su Ming. On the beautiful face, she couldn't see her thoughts. She nodded silently, went to Su Ming's, and gently swept her hands with her white hands. Snow on Su Ming.

    "thank you……Go back to your tribe earlier…"Bai Ling seems to want to say something more, but he did not say it, but revealed a beautiful smile, stepped back and walked toward the tribe belonging to her.

    Su Ming stood there, looking at Bai Ling's figure and drifting away, looking at the time and turning back to his own waving eyes, his mind was blank.

    With the distance between two people more and more distant, that sky falling snow, also seems to become an invisible barrier, will his eyes fragmented, slowly cover the distant figure, such as through a piece of ice, if not back, then see the ice melting, such as walking in the years, if not recall, Then you can not hear that year in central China who sigh.

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

    The snow fell on him, but on the hair, it made Su Ming feel like something was missing.

    "Is it like…"Su Ming ran in the forest and galloped toward the Wushan Tribe. He frowned all the way, and what appeared in his mind was what Bai Ling looked like.

    “It’s not the same as with Chen Xin…”Su Ming breathes deeply, shook his head hard, like wanting to wave out the strange feeling he had never had before, after setting his mind, his eyes flash, the speed is fast again.

    When sky was dark, the stars lingered, accompanied by the moonlight, and the snow that lasted for a day and a night. In the endless fall, Su Ming returned to his home, Wushan Tribe fell.

    He looked at it from afar yesterday and roughly confirmed that the Horde was unobstructed. At this moment, he saw the tribesmen of the vigil outside the gate of the giant wood.

    The tribe was quiet, the bonfire in the center was still burning, and a creaking sound, Su Ming walked in the tribe, looked around, and finally came outside the grandfather house.

    There is still a fire in the house of grandfather, and it is clear that there is no rest.

    "It’s Su Ming, come in."The sound of grandfather came out, showing a trace of exhaustion.

    Su Ming picks up the leather tent and walks in. She sees grandfather sitting cross-legged, her white hair, slightly scattered.

    "grandfather."Su Ming whispered and sat down.

    "There is nothing in the tribe, don't worry."Grandfather looked at Su Ming, his face smiled and gestured to Su Ming. After sitting next to him, he lifted his dry right hand and touched Su Ming's head a few times, his smile thicker.

    “It’s a Third Layer, it’s good!”

    Su Ming looked at the grandfather and slowly spoke out everything he saw in the cave, especially when he said that the bones, he clearly saw the grandfather look.

    "He is a god, how can he cry alone…grandfather, what does this mean?"Su Ming frowned.

    "The legend is really true…" Grandfather looked at the leather tent, his gaze seemed to penetrate the leather tent and see the Wushan.

    "This sentence should be self-examination. Compared with the sky, I still have any sadness…Or, there are other rhymes…" grandfather sighed, not knowing what to think, the words revealing the vicissitudes of life, slowly said.

    "As for the words of the fire, grandfather does not understand, you can see, maybe this is your creation."Grandfather took his eyes and looked at Su Ming kindly.

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

    "And, grandfather, I was in the nest of Moon Wing and saved a tribesmen from Wulong Tribe, who is called Bai Ling and is the granddaughter of Wulong Tribe Man-Elder."Su Ming nodded, seemed to think of something, and said it again.

    "Bai Ling?"Grandfather stunned and sank for a long while, letting Su Ming go back to rest. After Su Ming left, grandfather showed a trace of recollection.

    "Lessu…Your granddaughter was inadvertently rescued by Rassu of my family…This matter may make you hate me, reduce some…" grandfather sighs, the recollection in the eyes is thicker.

    "Blood Moon in advance…And the powerful blood qi that suddenly came out of the Black Mountain Tribe that night…The troubles are up…" grandfather closed his eyes and muttered, showing anxiety.

    Su Ming left Grandfather's house and walked inside the tribe. Instead of returning to her own leather tent, she went to Lei Chen's home. She saw that Lei Chen had only some scars and was still alive and kicking. He personally gave him some drugs. After that, this is what I put down.

    Lei Chen was also very happy to see Su Ming, patted her chest and brag about the scene of her battle with Moon Wing. The saliva splashed until after a long time, Su Ming smiled and left.

    It was late at night, but when Su Ming's eyes fell on a little lit tent in the fire, he was hesitant.

    There, it was the first home and the home of Bei Ling.

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    In these two chapters, the ear roots try to have some differences from the fairy rebellion. Maybe everyone can feel it, don't know how to write it, but in order to write this first love, the ear roots are racking their brains and recalling their first love…

    It’s a pity that it has been more than a decade and it has become a vague memory…In fact, I think that the author is sometimes an actor, a director, and a screenwriter. In a short text, the characters are intertwined and changed.

    Actors, directors, I think I will always remember some things in life that touched them, sadness, joy, and memories. These memories are precious, they can make them not pale, they can play I entered it at any time, so I really felt it.

    In fact, the author is also like this, remembering the scenes in life, touching the words and writing them out. I have been looking for a long time, I can't find my first love feeling under the bright moon, so…I made a rather daring behavior, coughing, this is not much to say, anyway, it is also to write a book…

    Finally, if you see the efforts of the ear roots, should you vote for the recommendation ticket?

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