MTL - The #1 Pretty Boy of the Immortal Path-Chapter 199 Lonely

Chicken?

Lin Shu: "?"

Is there a roar in his spirit?

Lin Shu believed that it was an illusion and continued to put feathers in the mound.

"grumble--!"

Lin Shu: "?"

He heard it this time, it was really a chicken call, or a chicken call.

He took out the bird's feathers and repeatedly put it into the mound.

Put it in, take it out, put it in, take it out.

The cock's cry changed from the terrified "叽 ——", gradually weakened, and finally turned into a "啾" with implied meaning.

This "wheezing" reminded Lin Shu of the fluffy and round chicken in his dream last night.

He looked at the feather and a ridiculous guess emerged in his heart.

Behind this feather is actually a chicken.

In other words, Xiao Shao left himself a cub in addition to being worthy?

He couldn't accept it and didn't want to accept it.

He is only 21 years old and should not be the father of four children.

Just thinking, in the spirit, the chicken cub "weighed" weakly again.

Fine.

Lin Shu put his feathers aside, and took out Xiao Shao's tube of bamboo flute and buried it, sealing the soil.

As soon as I blinked, I saw a well-deserved face that viciously released a mist of blood covering the feathers, as if to swallow it.

As soon as he tried to stop it, he saw a golden-red sheen on the feathers and burned the shamelessly.

Undeservingly retracted his hand.

Okay.

You two can hurt each other.

Lin Shu drew the feathers from his worthy hands.

There was a charming "啾" in the spirit.

Lin Shu studied this hair.

It is Phoenix feathers.

But the thing he saw in his dream was indeed a genuine chicken, without any sign of the Phoenix.

He gathered his feathers and decided to watch it change.

After processing the feathers, the focus shifted to the well-deserved body.

First Yingying stung, then tried to kill the feathers, which shows that his nature is bad.

Ashamedly, he only looked at him with a pair of evil eyes.

Lin Shu was exhausted physically and mentally. He pressed his eyebrows and planned to visit the hot lady in the workshop to learn the techniques of reprimanding others.

After getting into the dark, it was worthy to sit on the bed and rubbed his eyes.

The child is still young, and Lin Shu does not care about him because of the daytime events. He told himself in his heart that Jiangshan is easy to change his nature, and this bad character is not a fault that is worthy. .

Bypass: "Sleep."

Ashamed rubbed his eyes again: "I can't sleep."

Lin Shu: "Why."

Ashamedly looked at him, with a little provocation in his tone: "Usually, I sleep with Phoenix."

also.

Lin Shu took out Xiao Shao's sooty feather bun and wrapped him.

It's worthy to be buried in the feathers of Feather, and it seems to squint, but then smiled strangely: "I am the sword of the Phoenix, but I can't sleep. You have no buddies, but you still have a mood to urge me to sleep Sure enough, he is indifferent. "

Lin Shu blew out the candle and said blankly, "Because I'm your father."

His tone was so stiff, but the ending was dumb, and the blunt knife cut in his heart was the same pain, and he sat in the posture beside the bed for a long time.

The collapse of man was actually instantaneous.

After Xiao Shao left, he seemed to become two people.

One as if nothing had happened, the silence was empty, everything was alive as usual,

It was only when the memory of Xiao Shao flashed back in his mind that the whole world was tearing up the ostentatious, bloody, and the wind was cold, blowing directly into the internal organs, but he had nowhere to escape.

I don't know how long it was before, and he deservedly pulled his sleeve.

Lin Shu turned his head.

Ashamed, he covered him with the feather puppet again, and then huddled into the quilt silently, lying down with his back to him.

After a while, listen to him: "I didn't mean it."

Lin Shu was on the moonlight, folded the feathers, and put it on the bedside: "It's all right."

Well worth not talking.

Lin Shu lay down and looked at the small ball curled on the edge of the bed, sighed softly, and finally leaned over there, reaching out and gently catching the small thing.

The well-deserved body was stiff for a long time before relaxing.

Lin Shu didn't fall asleep, or maybe he didn't want to sleep subconsciously.

In the sober midnight, a distant and strange sound suddenly sounded in the distance, like waves crashing against the eardrum.

He opened his eyes and looked out the window, feeling the ground beneath him tremble slightly, fleeting.

Ashamed also opened his eyes.

He looked at Lin Shu and said two words: "Spring flood."

Lin Shu: "Then?"

Ashamed grinned, blood-red eyes seemed to pass a hint of dark light: "Isn't it rainstorm on your way across the Yangtze River?"

Spring flood and heavy rain.

Chunhong.

Flood.

Ashamed rubbed his eyes and seemed to want to sleep again, but still said to him: "The dam has collapsed, it is late."

Lin Shu frowned: "Why do you know?"

Ashamedly said, "I was buried in Jiangnan a thousand years ago."

Lin Shu: "How to solve?"

Ashamed seemed to smile, and said, "What are you doing?"

Lin Shu looked at his face ashamed.

He is very small, six or seven years old.

But to this day Lin Shu finally found out that Asham is not like Yingying, a ignorant child.

The ancient demon soldiers are tempered by the blood flowing from the people's wars in the fourteen states of the world. They have been buried in the mass graves for many years.

No words overnight.

He was right.

The flooding of the Yangtze River is a ferocity that has not happened in a thousand years. It has affected six states, hundreds of thousands of people have been trapped, and the state is not stable.

In the capital, Xiao Lingyang and Xiao Yue were panicking.

Xiao Lingyang was a duck being caught up in the shelves. The usual operation of amending the world to reduce taxes is not to show cowardice. It is difficult for him to properly rescue the disaster.

Xie Zishe, although he had extraordinary strategic talent, could not bear the deficit of the state treasury.

The poor soldiers have been fighting for so many years. South Xia is not rich, and North Xia is also stretched. Now the combination of the two is even worse.

The continuous rain dripped down.

In the rainy season of Jiangnan, in April and May of each year, the spring rain just splashed into March, and it seems that it did not stop.

Without adequate protection, the grain in the warehouse must be moldy and deteriorated under the influence of moisture. For the tens of thousands of people and hundreds of thousands of livestock that were directly drowned along the Dajiang River, the dead bodies could not be handled, and the plague came immediately.

To make matters worse, this is the case.

Jiangnan is in danger.

The peach blossoms in the mountains were blown down by rain and wind overnight, and the ground was withered and red, paving the mountain road.

The waves were still turbulent and the boats could not cross. The right-hand man who was responsible for the relief of the victims could not cross the other side. They had to go further upstream and pass by the cliff and iron trestle bridge, which took a long time.

The two younger brothers in Guodu remembered that he was in Jiangnan and passed down the book with the pigeons. They asked him to converge with Tulongwei sent by Guodu and take the lead to check the disaster on the south bank.

Then he went out of the state with a good conscience and went to the four states along the coast.

Someone in Tu Longwei also recognized him, saluting: "Lin Gongzi."

Lin Shu had met with them and went to the Yangtze River.

After climbing the highest mountain here, he looked down.

The rainstorm did not stop, and the fertile water villages of the past were all turned into swamps. Whether it is pavilions, pavilions, or cottage houses, all have been washed down by the flood.

The corpse ran in the mud, or floated on the surface of the water.

Overnight, at least 100,000 people were killed or injured. Jiang Nan also suffered a great deal of vitality, and I don't know how to recover. After the merger of North and South Xia, the Qingping meteorology that had only appeared before, suddenly disappeared.

Behind Tu Longwei exchanged information, compiled the disaster situation of each province and county into a book.

Lin Shu propped up an umbrella in the wind, and suddenly someone in Tu Longwei, who was listening, said, "A man can kill a man, but a man can't stop it."

They were silent.

The wind suddenly rose.

A broken wooden board floated on the river and was washed down by the water. A bare-chested man was picked up on the broken wooden board, grasping things hard and trying to lean on the shore.

There are thousands of people like him on this land. The ants are generally struggling to survive, and some of them find it, some do not.

Man-made disasters can be calm, and disasters can be prevented.

In silence, Lin Shu suddenly thought.

Xiao Shao is dead.

What he has done has slowly made the whole world better.

But overnight, like a dream bubble, the situation was severe and bad.

The people seek survival, the court seeks governance, the Xiuxian people seek longevity, and no one is not struggling.

But the world is ruthless after all.

People live forever, plants and trees fall, and the world is impermanent. The struggles of the people in this world do their best, but they have little effect.

Life is accidental, but death is inevitable. After all, new life is short and everything is dead.

He suddenly remembered a word.

The sky is constant, not for Yao ... not for death.

Suddenly his memory became clear, remembering what had been blurred in years of memory, the title page of "Acacia" was exactly such a paragraph.

The sky is always constant, not for the sake of survival, or for the death of the deceased.

Then he remembered the "sad ecstasy" realized that day.

"Sauvignon Blanc" moves so far, what will be after the ecstasy?

Realizing the impermanence of the world, all things end up annihilating, the seven emotions are sold off, and then completely silent and empty?

——Is it so-called “too embarrassed”?

For a moment, there seemed to be some enlightenment.

At Tulongwei, the general situation has been understood, and the rest is trying to save people with the officers and men of various prefectures and counties.

However, it seemed to be a dead end. It saved people and could not live.

People without a house need to eat, live, dress, and cure.

Where can I get the money and food needed?

Lin Shu walked among the refugees.

In hunger, countless people reached out his skinny hand.

In the streets, the cry of children came first, then the women, and finally the men sobbed.

The strands of black and red air escaped from them.

This is resentment, Lin Shu is familiar.

For thousands of years, people's grievances have accumulated in this way, becoming more and more serious.

He looked at the dissipation of these grievances, but found that most of them were flowing in one direction.

Ashamed.

His voice was cold again: "What are you doing?"

Ashamed: "Can't you eat?"

Lin Shu: "You eat it?"

The red tip of his tongue licked his lips, and the blood in his eyes grew thicker: "I feed on it. If you want to blame, blame Ou Yezi."

Ou Yezi is ancient, Lin Shu naturally cannot be held accountable.

He said, "Not later."

Worthy lacking: "Oh."

"Everything, we will return to the court, Prince Lin, not too early, you go back." Tu Longwei's leader told Lin Shu.

Lin Shu watched them all day, and as headless flies rushed as the court's command language was unknown—if Xiao Shao was still there, the situation might be different.

If Xiao Shao is still ...

He was suddenly a little surprised.

Tu Longwei said: "My son?"

"Nothing," Lin Shu replied.

After a while, he said, "You ... follow me."

Tu Longwei did not know why, but still followed him.

Lin Shu remembers that the manager of Phoenix Mountain Villa in this city is in a cloth village.

The villa claims to be a descendant of the Phoenix, and likes to choose a high place to live, so the village is not much damaged.

Supervisor: "Lin Gongzi."

Then he saw Lin Shuyin walking on the street in the rain with stains on his clothes: "Do you want to change clothes? Zhuangzi has a lot of clothes according to your size."

-Although it is not for this, it seems that it should be changed.

Xiao Shao likes him to wear white clothes, the lighter the material, the better, the more ethereal the shape, the better, it is best to blow the breeze, then the sky is moving like a fairy cloud.

This kind of clothes is not suitable for the current situation, and no matter how he wears it, he wears white and fairy again.

Lin Shu didn't choose that one any more, and he took a smoky robe at random, very simple style.

"Remembering gentlemen, Wen Qi is like a jade." Guan Shi smiled and held a simple-looking peach-wood magpie: "Lin Gongzi changed into Tsing Yi, but he was much gentler, soaked in some human fireworks."

Lin Shu will also change.

After that, talk about business.

Lin Shu's intentions are simple.

The official treasury has no money, no cloth, no medicinal materials.

Phoenix Mountain Villa has.

Wealthy rivals are not stigmatizing.

He wanted the villa to open a warehouse and work with the government to help the victims.

The steward initially hesitated, and only after he saw the Phoenix Order did he fully accept.

From the firework of the rumors, the villas opened their warehouses in various places to help the victims.

Tu Longwei said, "Thank you, Gao Yi!"

Lin Shu didn't speak.

He watched the struggling people under the mountain.

He may be reluctant or maybe not.

I only know if Xiao Shao is here, he will do so.

Since Xiao Shao's death was gone, he was not in his possession. Sometimes, he had to live for Xiao Shao.

After all, he can't forget.

He can't do nothing.

He just wanted a full moon night, the tent warm lights were red.

In the pavilion, between the silk and bamboo orchestras, I turned my head to see Ling Fengxiao, in a big red suit, sprinkled with peony, turned from the brocade of the Taiping prosperous era, and slightly smiled.

He has been away from the crowd all his life, loves to be quiet, wears white clothes, and uses ancient swords. It is boring and boring. It seems that the richness and magnificence that you have seen and thought throughout your life is here.

The Sri Lankan is dead, and his shadow is hard to find. If he meets Huang Quan in the future, he can talk to Cheng Ping on the ground and listen to him. Thinking of that scene, it seems to comfort the loneliness of his life.

He was thinking that Tu Longwei over there took the order of the national capital. Due to the lack of understanding of the local situation, he contradicted the previous order, making the leader very big.

Lin Shu looked at his head like a fight, scratching his head in a dilemma, and couldn't help smiling.

The arrangement of various matters is actually not too difficult.

Xiao Shao's response when he was in danger, he saw a lot, on the other hand, his conscious organization was clear.

The phoenix in his hand circulates the scarlet sheen.

Seeing this order, in Phoenix Villa, as the owner of the owner, and in the dynasty, such as the emperor.

Slap.

He put the token on the table, tapped it with his fingertips, and turned it to the leader of Tulongwei.

Slightly look down at the phoenix pattern on the token and whisper: "Tulong listens to orders."