Tang Qing’s face appeared in front of him.
No rage, no murder, no rudeness. Only gentleness and tranquility, and peace.
It seems that the clear pool is illuminated by the sun, and the calm fog rises, thickens, condenses, turns into pearls, and rolls down on the smooth and delicate face.
Stubbornness disappeared, biting disappeared, and it was definitely hidden. Unwilling also became a grievance, and there was fear.
Thin curved eyebrows puckered, and the little girl’s shoulder actually twitched, trying in vain to reach out, but she couldn’t do anything.
Fall in Tang Qing’s eyes, as if the heart was grasped by an invisible hand, squeezed a few times, and then twisted a few times.
Stretched out his hand and picked up Shuang’er, like holding a wadding. Tang Qing with the gentlest and lightest movements, posted on her little face, one hand caressed Shuang’er’s head.
"Shuang’er, are you afraid of pain?"
"…" The little girl couldn’t open her mouth or move her hands, only to show her eyes that she was a brave child.
The mighty spiritual force pours from the top of the head, like a river breaking a canal, rushing and rushing, breaking down the shackles of the roads and releasing the birds in prison.
The so-called prohibition is nothing more than the chains and ropes made of spiritual power, and the power is blocked by the wrong knot. There are usually two ways to break the ban. First, according to the original direction, the knot is opened, and the chain is opened, so the seal is self-dissolved, and there is no pain.
Tang Qing can’t do this.
Although he got the inheritance of Bao Puzi, he was many times better than Shangguanyun’s means, and he had not had time to learn.
He will use another method, using violence to control violence, and with an invincible sword, he will cut off countless intertwined ropes. In this way, although the ban can be solved, the pain is inevitable. If it is a clever ban, it is possible to leave behind future troubles and even destroy it together with the sealed thing.
Shangguanyun certainly didn’t have that skill. Even if he did, he wouldn’t "wave" his efforts on a little girl.
Small pair frowning with curved eyebrows, big eyes narrowed, into the shape of a crescent moon. It seems to be painful, it seems to be happy, and it seems to be gathering up the "spirit" and taking a serious look at the face in front of me.
Then, she was free.
Two small hands reached Tang Qing’s face, and the little girl’s movements were a little stiff. It seemed that she was not used to it, and some didn’t believe it. She wanted to verify what she saw by touching it.
The touch from the fingertips told her that it was true. Because there is a real feeling, through the delicate fingers to the heart, so that she can finally be sure that everything in front of her is not an illusion.
This feeling is-safety.
So, Shuang’er hugged Tang Qing’s neck, and his head was deeply buried in his shoulder. He wept silently, sobbed, mourned earnestly, and finally burst into tears.
She hugged so tightly that her slender arms seemed like two iron hoops, which made Tang Qing feel suffocated. "Chest" mouth holding up a big stone, let his breathing is extremely difficult, and his nose is still a little sour, as if something were coming out of it.
Suddenly quiet around, such a large venue, no one made a sound. Like a true fairy arrival, the crowd cast a spell of immobility, and all eyes stared at the javelin-like body and stood still.
Even the whimpering wind stopped, and touched it with the gentlest hands to comfort the crying girl.
"Live in vain, live in vain, live in vain!" Ou Yezi lamented, fierce eyes on the seven bearers.
"Spicy next door, the damn wind is so strong, and it is so uncomfortable to blow the black grandfather!" Sunspots secretly turned his head, "rubbing" his eyes in great secrecy and cursing hard …
Holding Shuang’er in her left hand, Tang Qing reached over Song Yanfei’s head with her right hand, and did the same thing, destroying everything and lifting her ban. Once she was free, Miss Song suddenly jumped out of the sedan chair and staggered to Shuairen. When she saw the real situation of the failed brother, her eyes turned black and she almost fell down.
Trembling and crouching down, Song Yanfei gently lifted Shuai Ren’s head, held it in his arms, and caressed his cheek at a loss, but he didn’t know what to do.
She could only "rub" her hands blankly, patting her twice from time to time, and unconsciously chanting in her mouth.
"wake up! Wake up … wake up … you wake up! "
Xiyi clothes are stained with mud, soaked with blood, and frozen together, with a tragic smell. Song Yanfei’s voice gradually changed from eagerness to nervousness, then to fear, and finally to timidity.
"Wake up, wake up … I beg you not to sleep … not to sleep … not to sleep!"
Shuairen’s eyes were tightly closed, and he was silent. His arms were swinging under him, like two dying fish.
In the distance, all the people who were galloping forward stopped in order. De Sunspots and Li Tang wait for a while stood there quietly, and the ecstasy on their faces gradually disappeared. Instead, it was boundless darkness and "Yin" sinking. Ronaldinho was the closest, and his forward posture suddenly stopped, just like an inclined wooden stake.
Song Yanfei’s face became more and more alarmed, his hand movements became bigger and bigger, and his calling voice became sharper and sharper. Later, it was already screaming.
"wake up! You wake up … you wake up! "