My Private Marvel System

While walking on the road, Dole is the focus. The villagers on the roadside saw him throwing strange eyes. With his current state, it is really difficult to be unobtrusive, but he does not intend to live here for a long time. So I didn't care too much.

The village is not large, with only less than a hundred households. In a short while, Dole came to the middle-aged man’s residence. This is a small yard enclosed by a wooden fence. There are three high or low ones connected together in front. There is a pine hut in the backyard, and there is a single-night hut in the backyard. There is a long rope across the yard with some dried clothes hanging on it, slowly drifting with the breeze.

As soon as he was admitted to the hospital, he heard only a creak, and a little boy about six or seven years old ran out of the central room. He was very cute and beautiful, but his tender cheeks showed a light blue color. Lifeless.

The little boy is very slim, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as skinny, wearing a slightly spacious cyan cloth.

There was also a woman in plain clothes who came out with the little boy. The woman was beautiful and dignified, with a gentle smile and watery eyes. She looked at the middle-aged man softly, with a slight trace of time on the corner of her eye, and her long hair curled up. The woman was dressed up and dressed plainly, but she expected to be a beautiful woman when she was young.

With an innocent smile on his face, the little boy stepped on his feet, stumbling around, like a cute little rabbit, ran to the middle-aged man, and said crisply: "Father."

"Xiaohai, this is..." The middle-aged man bent down and stroked the little boy's head with a gentle expression, but it was only halfway through, and he felt a little embarrassed, because he didn't know Dole's Name.

Dole squatted down, smiled kindly at the little boy, and said softly: "My name is Dole."

The little boy is not afraid of life, he still has a smile on his face, and politely said: "Hello, big brother, my name is Qinghai, I am seven years old this year."

Introduction of the child. It will always be so straightforward and simple.

"Brother Yang, please come and speak in the room." At this moment, the plain-clothed woman standing in front of the door said. He didn't ask who Dole was, let alone how Dole and Qingyang met, it was very strange.

Her voice is soft, it sounds very comfortable, and she can't help but feel good.

"Little brother. I was negligent, please." Qing Yang, the middle-aged man, smiled embarrassedly, and then took Qinghai's little hand and walked towards the house, one big and one small, holding hands. , The picture is indescribably warm.

Dole stood up, followed behind the father and son, looking at the father and son. With a warm heart but also a little bitterness, the plain-clothed woman smiled at him kindly, then turned and walked towards the kitchen in the back room.

Stepping into the house, you can see that the walls are slightly yellow, and there are still some cobweb-like cracks in some places. There is only one corner, a few chairs, and ordinary furniture in the house. And some agricultural tools of various colors neatly placed in the corners, apart from that, there is nothing else, very simple.

"Little brother. Sit for a while, and I will go to the bedroom to find you some clothes. Xiaohai, pour a glass of water for your elder brother."

"Yeah." Qing Hai nodded, and happily ran to a tea table with rotten wood for a few years. He placed the tea tray in his left hand and the only clean water cup with the undamaged mouth, and held the tea table in his right hand. Uehara's vermilion is now brown and white. The vacated left hand holds the middle of the spout and parallels the spout to the mouth of the cup. The water flows into the cup like a gurgling water. The water is poured like a dragonfly, and the speed is uniform, which is quite a tea ceremony.

Seeing this scene, Dole's eyes were slightly ill, then he turned his gaze and smiled at Qingyang and said, "Thank you, Uncle Qing."

Qing Yang smiled, didn't say anything, turned around and walked towards the bedroom.

Dole took off his animal skin, placed it in a corner of the room, found a chair, and sat down.

After a while, Qing Hai held the bottom of the cup with his left hand, grabbed the ear of the cup with his right hand, served tea with both hands, cautiously, walked over, and gave the cup to Dole, apologizing with a small face: "Brother, I don’t have tea at home, only Water, sorry."

Dorr smiled, took the water glass, and glanced at it. Unexpectedly, the water was 70% full, just right, and the harmony said to Xiaohaidao: "It's not a problem. Big brother drinks water from Xiaohai, two words, comfortable. "

Qing Hai smiled happily, his big eyes narrowed into crescent moons. This smile was so pure that people felt that there was nothing better in this world.

Dor's eyes were in a daze, and he was stunned. He remembered that Lan Xin in Shengyin Village who often used Zhang Fuhui's words in his ears to laugh like a lady and a man, her smile should be so pure.

The sensible Qinghai noticed that Dole seemed to have something on his mind, so he stopped talking, and sat down on a chair next to him, cleverly sitting down with his chin in one hand, looking at Dole, his big eyes blinked and he didn't know. What are you thinking about.

After a while, Dole recovered his senses and sipped a sip of cold water. The cold water came in, but his heart was as warm as warm and comfortable.

He raised his head and glanced at Qinghai, and found that the sensible child was looking at him for a moment, his eyes flickering, very complicated.

Dole smiled and said, "What are you thinking about?"

"Big brother, is that the animal skin of a liger beast?" Qing Hai's little hand placed a finger on the animal skin rolled up at the corner of the wall, and said uncertainly.

"Yes, it is indeed a liger beast, how did you know?" From the tea ceremony that Qinghai only started to serve tea, now it can be seen that the animal skin is taken from the liger beast, which makes Doll somewhat Surprised, but he was not wary of Qinghai.

"I see it from the book, and it says that if the liger is not a monk, it's invincible, brother, are you a monk?" Qing Hai suddenly became excited, a cute little face blushing. There was a look of hope in his eyes.

Dole nodded. He had guessed the ins and outs of the whole thing. He couldn't help but feel sore and depressed. It was like being blocked by a stone and it was difficult to breathe.

Next, Qing Hai said something completely inconsistent with his age: "Since my elder brother is a monk, he will definitely heal the strange disease on my body. I don't want to see my parents worry about me anymore, let alone drag him down. They are now very embarrassed because of my illness. My father has to do a few people's work alone. He wakes up every day and comes back late at night, sometimes with injuries. In my eyes, I feel sad, but I can’t help, I only know crying. I know it’s useless, but I can’t help it. Only crying makes my heart feel better. I’m really useless at all. I...I...I..."

Qinghai's eyes were red, and tears kept rolling in his eye sockets, but he resisted desperately, suppressed, not letting himself cry, for fear of his parents hearing it, this made Dole's heart seem to be severely pulled.

Through these big red eyes, Dole seemed to see the helplessness deep in Qing Hai's heart, which made him suddenly feel the same sickness and pity. Wasn't he the same as Qing Hai back then? And I am lucky. At least I met Li Ya and the old man, but this child...

Ever since Dole saw Qinghai, he found that the child's internal condition was extremely horrible, and the vitality was fading all the time, and his ability could not help Qinghai at all.

Depressed in his heart, as if a mountain is pressing on Dole, he stretched out his hand and gently wiped the tears from the corner of Qinghai's eyes, and said softly: "Xiaohai, don't cry, although big brother can't help you, there are many strange people in this world. There will be a way to cure you."

Qinghai is clever and smart, knowing the implication of Dole's words, and feeling disappointed, he raised his face. Hopefully, "Is what the big brother said is true?"

Dole nodded his head, not knowing what to say to comfort the poor child.

At this moment, he suddenly saw a pale golden mark half exposed under Qinghai's collarbone. The mark resembled a burning sacred fire, the shape was ancient and clumsy, and he was ready to come out. The vividness made him suddenly startled.

This is the reincarnation seal.

The unique magic of the Yan family.

Dole did not know how many ancient books he had read in the mountains. It can be said that his knowledge is not much worse than that of those old-fashioned characters.

The Yan family is a very ancient family, one of the eight bloodline families, and its power is no less than that of the supreme family, and its background is surprisingly large. According to rumors, the Yan family is the descendant of a **** from the ancient times.

Reincarnation Seal is a profound technique that can only be performed by members of the Yan family. This profound technique forces one's own life energy and shares life with others. Although it cannot reverse life and death, it is also extremely against the sky, but the price is not what ordinary people can. Bearable. Moreover, 10% of the vital energy, 90% will pass away, and only 10% will enter the opponent's body.

The reincarnation seal can only be displayed through the blood of the closest relatives.

"Could it be that the person who casts the seal of rebirth is Uncle Qing? No, if it is Uncle Qing, he couldn't be a little scared of me before. How could a monk who can cast the seal of rebirth be afraid of himself as someone who has just stepped into the ranks of monks? ?"

"This person may not necessarily be Qinghai's mother. Perhaps Qinghai's current parents are not related to him."

Dole also didn't understand the reason, so he stopped thinking about it, and sighed in his heart. He wanted to help Qinghai, but he felt very tired. Now even the people of the Yan family are helpless and can only use the reincarnation seal to force the passage. The life force, the strange disease on Qinghai's body is not healed by such a half-tone cultivator.

"This world is raised by a bitch, this **** is blind, this world is innocent, injustice, injustice" Suddenly, Dole remembered Zhang Huohui standing on the big bluestone, often roaring loudly. In a word...

"That's the reason." Dole muttered to himself, his fists clenched.

Dole didn't want to stay too much on this issue, for fear of causing Qing Hai's heart to be sad again, and began to change the subject, telling Qing Hai some strange people and strange things recorded in ancient books.

Dol's witty remarks, occasionally grimacing, made Qinghai laugh frequently after a while.

For those unhappy things, children often seem to forget much faster than adults. Now Qinghai’s immature face is full of joyful smiles, no longer revealing the heart-wrenching sadness.

But is it really so? Maybe it was Qinghai deliberately pretending that he didn't want to make Dole sad.

Seeing this innocent smile, Dole felt a wave of sorrow and helplessness in his heart. Is there really no way to save this beloved child?

"Li Yunfeng takes the Qingtian Tang..."

At this moment, Qing Yang came out of the bedroom with a stack of light blue cloth and a pair of cloth shoes in his hand. He looked at Qing Hai lovingly, and said softly, "Xiao Hai, what are you talking about with your big brother? , So happy."

"Big brother is telling a story to Xiaohai." Qinghai's face was filled with a happy smile, and he looked at his father with a puzzled look, "Father, why are your eyes red?" "Oh, it was just now. When packing up the clothes, I was accidentally blinded by the dust. Xiaohai, your elder brother is going to live in our house for some time. I will go to the backyard with him to clean up the room. If you feel bored, go to the kitchen to help your mother. "Qing Yang squeezed a smile unnaturally, covering up.

There is only a wall between the bedroom and here. How could Qing Yang not hear what Qing Hai had just said, his heart seemed to be stabbed and stabbed severely, **** and painful, and tears fell just because of his mother's unwillingness . .

Qing Hai is still young, but he is very precocious. He also knows a little bit about the sophistication of people. How can he really think that his father has accidentally lost his eyes? However, he pretended to be nothing, nodded obediently, oh, giggled, carefree, and hopped and ran to the kitchen.

There is a superficial happiness, looking at it, it makes people sad.

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The backyard cabin has nothing to clean up, it's very clean and tidy, and it's obviously cleaned frequently.

Qing Yang looked at Dole, "Little brother, you can bring you a quilt." Dole shook his head, "No trouble." "How can you do it, now it's late autumn, the weather is getting colder." "Uncle Qing , I am a monk, naturally I don't fear the severe cold, and I don't need to sleep on weekdays, as long as there is a place to meditate." Dole felt there was nothing to conceal that he was a monk, and Qing Yang must have already guessed it.

"Little brother..." Qing Yang's expression was complicated, and he was almost ready to speak, but he swallowed those words alive, conflicting in his heart, wondering whether he should ask.

If something is not broken, maybe it is still hope. There is a thought, once it is broken, it will be like covering water and it will be difficult to collect.

In fact, Qingyang can see through and know that Dole is powerless, but he prefers to deceive himself and others. This is human sentiment, this is human sentiment, and it is too complicated to be contradictory.

But in the end, he still said this very difficult sentence: "Little brother, is Xiao Hai's illness really badly cured?"

Qing Yang's voice was low and trembling, his eyes were intense and fiery, full of hope.

Rao is now, he is still lying to himself, telling himself that there is hope, there must be

Dole looked at these eyes, and suddenly there was a feeling that he did not dare to look at him, his heart felt very depressed, and his soul seemed to be trembling, but this strange feeling was fleeting.

Dole didn’t think much about it~www.ltnovel.com~ only when it was an illusion, only when it was his own heart trembling. He pondered for a long time, shook his head, and said bitterly: "Sorry, Uncle Qing, forgive me. Powerless."

Dole's fist was clenched and his knuckles turned white.

The truth is so cruel and merciless.

Although, before, Qing Yang had heard Dole say in his bedroom and had some psychological preparation, but now he heard Dole's positive reply, his heart was overwhelming, and it was like a pool of stagnant water.

The air is full of gloomy colors, silent, silent, sad, suffocating, and painful.

"Uncle Qing..." After a while, Dole wanted to say something, but didn't know how to comfort him.

"Little brother, I'm okay. I want to go to the mountains alone and tell Qing'er for me. I don't have to wait for my lunch to tell me to go to town to do something." Qingyang was silent, clenching his teeth. , His face was pale, and his fists were clenched too tightly. After a long time, he said hoarsely, his face was a little whiter, his eyes were hollow and his heartbreaking grayness. To be continued.

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