Son!" The willows are slightly angry.
Ying King did not pay any more attention to him, but looked back at the white boy in front of him.
Should Wang looked at Su ink, and seemed not to see Su ink... His face was sad, and his voice hoarse:
"You... I smell her..."
"You... Can you tell me... What did you see there?"
Who would have thought, the king! There was a whiff of supplication in the tone of his voice!
Sorrow is greater than death...
The spring breeze strikes, the cold is threatening!
Wind blowing should be king hair temples, messy hair temples swaying with the wind.
Su Mo looked at the middle-aged man who blocked the kill for himself. His strong breath seems to be a sad pressure to lift the head, gray eyes in Su Mo saw a cry.
That look hurts!
Su Mo carefully induction, also in this should feel a very familiar breath!
Su Mo slightly leng...
"You are..." Su Mo stunned to open his mouth.
"... A father who lost his daughter..." King Ying at this moment is no longer a prince of Dahua, not a monastic genius.
Just a father, the father of a lost daughter...
"My daughter's name is..."
"... Tong Tong!"
Ba-boom!
Some memories emerge in front of Su Mo, instantly blurred Su Mo's eyes, is that clever and sensible but poor child...
"Brother, I'm afraid..."
"Brother, where is this? It's dark in here. I've been walking for so long... Walked a long time to see you. There's nothing here... Nothing but black!"
"Brother, I want to go home... I stole out for a long time, don't come home, parents should be worried..."
"Brother, can you take me home?"
"Brother, why won't they let us go home?"
"The child feels so weak... Children feel themselves... Can't go home..."
"My brother is lying... Tong Tong..."
"Tong Tong... Already dead, how can my brother... Send Tong Tong... And go home?"
"Tong Tong... Oh, I remember. Tong Tong snuck out... Got caught... This yard... Those people... Killed the child..."
"Tong Tong... It's already... Dead..."
"Tong Tong... I can never go home..."
"Tong Tong... So scared..."
My brother... I think... listen The song..."
Brother... I think... listen The song...
Su Mo red eyes, looked up at the middle-aged man's eyes.
And those dull dull eyes also saw Su Mo's expression change!
"You... Have seen... Her?" Ying Wang asked in a trembling voice.
Su Mo silently nodded, took out from his arms read Chuan Lingyu, Lingyu yu light flow.....
Su Mo looked at the sad and heartbroken man, he can let him see her again!
In his recollections...
Should Wang see one leng, he saw Su ink idea, Su ink want to let himself see...
Should Wang suddenly become panicked, he is afraid, afraid to see their own dare not face the picture. The opportunity to see the last side of the child is in front of us, the moment the father looks painful, painful entanglement for a long time after a deep breath, to Su Mo nodded.
Su Mo silently raised her hand and put Ling jade between two people.
Read Chuan Lingyu seems to have a response, two light Hua flying out, connecting the two men's spiritual knowledge.
In an instant, should Wang consciousness fell into the memories of Su Mo...
One side of the Liucheng looked at the actions of two people, sullen, a hand holding Liufeng, a hand secretly in the sleeve to crush a jade Jane...
Read Chuan Lingyu operation began, Su Mo mind from the moment of the child's ghost began to recall.
Children's understanding... Well behaved... Be kind to...
Children's nursery rhymes...
The child's fear...
A child's fear of death...
Tong Tong dissipated regret...
Su Mo and ghost pass, the ghost brings him the feeling of his own experience, so he can be more than others with empathy and the ghost, not what passionate, just empathy.
And Ying Wang after the Nanchuan Lingyu began to operate...
And was plunged into darkness...
Suddenly, the light appeared, and he saw Su Mo, a thin man dressed in black and carrying a strong crossbow, shivering in the dark.
Then a small figure appeared, and the small figure caught Su Mo's trembling hands.
"Brother, I'm afraid..."
"Brother, where is this? It's dark in here. I've been walking for so long... Walked a long time to see you. There's nothing here... Nothing but black!"
The little figure was terrified and frightened.
'Boom' a sound, should king as lightning struck, the brain a blank.
"Boy... Tong Tong..."
King Ying looked at the small figure, his voice choked.
King Ying rushed forward, frantically trying to talk to the tiny figure.
Unfortunately, memories... Can only be the memory...
Memory is like poison, breaking the heart!
Memories are like clouds, can not be traced...
The poor little figure can not see him, let him roar and dance, but only afraid to tightly grasp the black Sumo trembling hand...
Ying Wang heart-broken, slowly quiet down, staring at the little person, not afraid to miss a look, want to engraves it in his deep mind...
"Brother, I want to go home... I stole out for a long time, don't come home, parents should be worried..." "Said the little figure.
"Boy... Child..." Seven feet man's eyes fogged, eyes and eyes swollen.
"Brother, can you take me home?"
In the darkness, the little boy looked up and asked...
"Ok... Brother take you home!"
In the darkness, Su Mo in black led the little Tong tong out...
King Ying then staggered to follow up.
He followed out of the tunnel to a courtyard where he saw three black robed foundations blocking his way.
Three foundations blocked two thin figures on their way home...
King Ying was furious and wanted to kill the three foundations.
Can... These three foundations are still just memories...
Is the memory, then can not reach!
Ying Wang was furious and useless. He stopped and looked at the two thin and poor figures...
Look at the two blocked in the rainy night figure.
Sadness comes from...
"They... Just want to go home..."
I just want to go home...
Rainy night, black Su Mo running a strange force, three building base by the strange force deprived of the ability to act, look frightened.
Looking at the three black-robed men's frightened and uneasy looks, the king laughed with red eyes.
Nursery rhymes sound, childish voice through the rainy night, echoed in this small world...
"That's... Her mother taught her..."
Black Su Mo embrace small children jumped up the dance, but some strange dance steps.
But the king did not feel ugly at all, but felt pleasing to the eye.
King with the song, looking at the black Su Mo in the rain holding the child's strange dance steps, and then slowly dance with it.
A black robe fell to the ground and died, and the king didn't even bother to look at it. His eyes had been closely watching the one singing, one holding the two dancing children, deeply afraid of missing a glance.
Gradually, the little Tong Tong song gradually stopped, and finally stopped...
Two black robed men fell dead!
"The child feels so weak... Children feel themselves... Can't go home..." The little boy said...
King should come forward, looking at the little Tong Tong weak appearance, heart like a knife!
"How can that be? Brother promised Tong Tong... To send Tong Tong home ah." Black Su Mo held his head high, the vast rainy night, no half a star, some only endless sad...
"My brother is lying... Tong Tong... Tong Tong... Already dead, how can my brother... Send Tong Tong... And go home?"
The little boy's body became dim, and a silk of rain began to fall through the little boy to the ground!
Ghost!
Just dead souls...
Should Wang Wen trance paralysis sitting on the ground, seven feet king is finally can not help but, eyes fell two lines of blood and tears.
The memory of the wind, the memory of the wind blew the king shaking.
"Is the child afraid?" Black Su Mo bowed his head and held the little Tong Tong, with his cheek close to the little Tong Tong's forehead.
"Tong Tong... So scared..."
"Tong Tong is afraid that parents can't find Tong Tong... I feel sad and worried...
"Children fear the darkness of the other world... Children are most afraid of the dark..."
"Children are also afraid of the other world there is nothing, children are most afraid of a person..."
"Brother, you say... What's the other world like?"
When my grandma died, my mother said... The other world is beautiful..." Little Tong Tong hugged the black dress Su Mo to the neck.
The king looked at the shivering little child, trying to use his own body to block the cold wind blowing towards her, but in vain!
"Your mother was right. There's plenty to eat in the other world, and pretty little flowers everywhere."
"People in the other world are very kind, they will be as good to the child as his parents are..." Black Sumo gently said.
Should the king see black Su Mo soft voice to comfort little Tong tong, the heart pain helpless.
My brother... I think... listen The song..." The little boy's speech became more and more weak.
'Good!
Black Sumo promised.
A piece of opera sounded, singing the desolate...
Opera fell, vanish...
PS: This chapter is very uncomfortable, I hope you don't look uncomfortable!