Fall in love with you reading the book network 630book, the fastest update husband is a dragon Jinghua is getting slower and slower.His memory palace had been built nearly a hundred floors, and on the other hand, it was getting darker and darker in front of him, and he needed to be very close to barely see the form of those vines, which was not much better than that of a blind man.But he still looked very carefully, and did not allow himself to miss anything.He let himself lean completely on Ah Mo, and no longer insisted on talking to her.If he could, he would even like to have a spell that would completely seal his body and leave only a thinking mind.But now even this mind made him suspicious.The pain and dizziness had clearly affected his thinking, and his memory was getting slower and slower, and sometimes his brain would suddenly appear blank and disconnected, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.Could it be that something was missed, could it be that the assumptions made at the beginning were wrong, if entering the illusion was not triggered by a certain step, and if the ancestors really had strong mana and could build the entire scene of the back yin mountain, then these vines were no longer worth referring to, and all the assumptions became wrong, which they didn't know.This method contains a lot of gambling elements.Because in that environment, he is the hope of all.As long as his tone of voice is not so relaxed and affirmative, so that everyone hears a trace of suspicion, then everyone will fall into despair and it will be difficult to cheer up.There are some figures in front, and there are some voices, those are the eldest brother and Qinglan.Yes, after he and Momo set off, they stayed where they were.Saying this, he has already circled the mountain, "Jinghua, you sit down first and rest for a while." ”Ah Mo persuaded him.She was also tired, and the Lanyue Sword became heavier and heavier in her hand, and in addition to the engraved mark, she used it as a crutch in her hand.The filth inhaled into her body made her head dizzy, and she always wondered if she could repeat or omit even those simple numbers.Jinghua had put a lot of effort into remembering what the vines looked like, but she couldn't make a mistake here.said that it was a circle around the mountain, but she had actually run dozens of laps before and after, checking over and over again whether the numbers were made up correctly.And she had to hold him hard, keeping a bright sweet smile on her face.Let Jinghua see that I am happy, and he will be happy.Now is the time to struggle, as long as there is the last bit of strength left, you must smile well to reassure him.One thousand six hundred seventy-two.Jinghua and Mo returned, and the vines in the memory bank had grown to more than twenty-five thousand.Everyone gathered around, everyone's face was full of concern and anxiety, but no one dared to ask.Xuanhua said: "It's already been a circle, if the second brother doesn't rest for a while, or let Miss Ah Mo rest, I'll help you make a mark." ”Qinglan said in disbelief: "Jinghua, you really wrote down all the vines, so is it just as long as you compare them, as long as you find the same step as the position of the previous circle" Jinghua didn't answer, Ah Mo rushed to say: "Yes, if you're lucky, maybe we will find it in the first one Jinghua, don't worry, with me, my luck has always been good" He smiled and took the sword in her hand.On the second lap, she didn't have to make any more markings, she was more relaxed.In fact, she was already tired, he could feel it, but she still held on, accompanied herself, and smiled, bright as spring."
Let's go out early, we're going to die here."
He looked at her and said gently, just like Miss Childe went out and passed by some filthy place, she covered her nose and passed by, and he complained softly.No one could see the apprehension in Jinghua's heart.He disguised it too well.There are many elements of luck in his theory.Whether you win or lose, on the first step of the second lap, will be revealed.Seven thick three, right grown, fourth and sixth curved, eleven scarred, second grade blue-black; Fifty-three leaves, this is the first vine in his memory palace.He looked cautiously under the vines, where it was now marked six hundred and forty-five.Jinghua sighed softly.The steps have changed.He won the bet, "Jinghua, what's wrong with you, you seem to be very happy," Ah Mo asked with a smile.Jinghua didn't explain.He took her hand and smiled faintly, his eyes were full of love, soft as water, warm as light."
Momo, thank you."
He said."
Thank me for what" "You just said you had good luck," Jinghua smiled, "It's really good." ”"Ah, you've found it so soon" "Not yet.But it should be soon. ”He said softly.He leaned on his sword and worked his way up the next level.Although the previous assumptions were all true, luck still determined his final success or failure.The most fortunate thing is that the staircase is close at hand, and the most unfortunate thing is that it takes a full lap to come across it.And apart from the body, the only thing he needs to ensure now is that his brain is getting more and more painful.It was dull inside, like a rusty axe, slowly but tirelessly chopping it.Does he still have the strength to finish this lap?"
he called out to her in a bit of confusion."
Well, I'm here.""
I'm a little sleepy, can you talk to me?"
he said."
Okay, what Jinghua wants to say" "You can do it." ”Ah Mo thought about it, and then said: "Jinghua still remember the first time we met" He remembered, she asked him to cut bamboo for her, and cut two."
Actually, it's enough to cut one, but I think your posture of drawing your sword is very beautiful, so I asked you to cut another one" She said proudly, "Does Jinghua know how many trees you are cutting" "How many trees" Ah Mo said: "I stepped on it the day before and marked the bamboo I liked, which is the twelfth tree in the eighth row."
Jinghua, look" she pointed to the steps at her feet, on which was impressively engraved "Eight One Two"."
Isn't it a coincidence" Ah Mo smiled, "Eight hundred and twelve, it's my lucky number and you" Jinghua also smiled.This is the brightness that suddenly rises after he has been silent and suppressed for a long time.It's like crossing the soul in these ten miles, breaking through the dark clouds, and suddenly shooting into thousands of golden rays of sunlight."
It's really a lucky number."
He said.On the rock wall, the vine was the eight hundred and twelfth Ah Mo that he had hidden in the memory palace caught something from his smile, and said in surprise: "Jinghua, you found it" "That's right, found it" "Where" "It's there" He was still smiling, lowered his head, and wanted to kiss her one last time, but his voice gradually lowered.He was not able to do it.Mo only smelled a strong stream of blood on his clear lips, and then he slid past her cheek and fell to the ground.He was completely unconscious, unable to swallow the blood out of his mouth any longer, and large patches of red gushed out from his lips as if in revenge, instantly splashing on the placket of his snow-white clothes.Not only in his mouth, but also in his ears, nose, and eyes, there were also wisps of blood, which seemed to be the last madness before the end of his life.Blood rushed to pour out, and in the most poignant and mournful colors in the world, it depicted his elegant and picturesque face.Ah Mo was already stupid and sat on the ground with him in her arms, calling his name Qinglan and they gathered around, but she couldn't hear it anymore.All her feelings were focused on the person in her arms, hugging him tightly with all her might, but she only felt his body getting cold a little bit, feeling the blood he kept spitting out splashed on her hands, and his body temperature.He fell on the eight hundred and twelfth steps, the luckiest number.As soon as Senior Brother Wuyazi left, Jinghua couldn't sit still.He put on his coat and walked into the bamboo forest.It was a Zen afternoon, and the students were supposed to be still in class, and it was quiet all around, except for the sound of the wind blowing the bamboo leaves.Jinghua found a flat place to sit down, leaned against a bamboo, and read the Buddha's teachings absentmindedly.Will she come again today Jinghua thought, raising her eyes and looking out of the bamboo forest.Sure enough, less than three pages of the Buddhist scripture were turned, and I saw the delicate figure jumping into the bamboo forest.Jinghua couldn't help but laugh.He had been paying attention to this girl for a long time, and even inquired about her with his senior brother intentionally or unintentionally, knowing that she was originally the little Canglong from the West Sea, the youngest daughter of the Canglong King Yuli's favorite.Life at the academy seemed boring to her, and he noticed that on several occasions when other students were in class, she was always alone and swaggering around.She went to the kitchen to steal food, swam in the sea, dug mushrooms in the back mountains, and raised two rabbits.Recently, she has a new hobby, and she is keen to give her brother all kinds of weird problems.Those questions, the senior brother naturally handed them over to him as a matter of course.And back and forth, the soldiers came and went, although he and the little Canglong had not met each other, but they also fought for several rounds like a wild goose.The questions are also interesting, but even more interesting is her.Her brightness, her purity, her budding are waiting to be released, and her eternity is worry-free.She is like the Big Dipper, which has its own magnetism, no matter when and where, as soon as it appears, it immediately and firmly attracts his gaze.She may not even have to actually show up, just pop it up in her head.She had been here yesterday, and had squatted outside the bamboo forest all afternoon, looking around vigilantly, but she had not come in.He didn't go out rashly, he was afraid of disturbing her, and he would never come again.The afternoon sun made her a little hot, and the sweat hung on her playful little nose, dripping down her jaw, flashing the colors of the rainbow after the rain.He felt that she was very vivid.He regretted it that night, regretted not taking the initiative to go out, and regretted the whole night.So today he came again, even though he had only been sick in the morning, but he did not listen to his senior brother's words, and honestly lay in the house, but came to the bamboo forest urgently.He saw her carrying a spear and a cannon, and walked in with a swagger; He saw that she was fighting for her life, and she couldn't cut down the purple heart bamboo that was as tough as iron; He saw her circling around the bamboo, and earnestly taught the bamboo not to go against her, to obediently let her cut it, drag it back, and make a gurney for her little friend He walked up and said to her with a smile: "This is the purple bamboo transplanted from the Nanhai Guanyin, you keep cutting it like this." ”It was the first thing he said to her.Later, he said thousands of words to her, gentle and gentle, accompanied day and night.But it all starts here.In the purple bamboo forest of Guanchi Academy, under the twelfth bamboo tree in the eighth row, that was his lucky number, and he encountered a happy place for the first time.Read the refreshing novel to t1706231537: