Chapter 940 Houmen's Cannon Fodder Children After Mother's Disappearance (43)

   "Yin Yin, I'm sorry." The man's voice was hoarse, as if he was trying to pull it out of his throat.

  Yin Yin turned his head, the man turned his back to her, sitting on the chair, smoking one cigarette after another, with a hunched back, a faint gray in his hair, he seemed to be ten years older in an instant.

   looked back, Yin Yin looked calm: "You should say this to my mother."

   After saying that, he left without hesitation.

   Yaoqiu was the only one left in the room. He sat in the shadows, his body suddenly trembled violently, the smoke fell to the ground, and he whimpered and cried in a low voice.

  Yin Yin, who left the village, suddenly felt a pull, and the phone vibrated.

  Loveless Cliff, around the grass cottage, clusters of gardenias are in full bloom, white as snow, and like a white blanket spread on the grass.

  The flower language of gardenia: waiting for a lifetime, eternal love.

  The man held the **** and swung it downwards, probably because of lack of strength, he failed to dig the soil a few times before. For fear that the **** would come off without the strength in his hand, he clenched his teeth tightly, and the blue veins on the back of his hand burst out. With just a few efforts, he panted low, and his thin face, which was originally pale, turned a little paler.

   "Master Hou, let Xiao Xiao help you." Awen looked on.

   "You go, I'll come by myself." The man said weakly, raised his head, his bloodshot eyes flutteringly looked at Awen, who turned around helplessly and left.

   The man lifted his breath and dug a hole the size of two palms, which took him a quarter of an hour.

   The **** fell to the ground, he lost his strength and fell to the ground without any image. He always liked cleanliness, as if he could not see the dirt stained on his robe.

   After a while, he buried the gardenia seedlings in the pit with both hands.

   took out a dagger from his arms, it was sharp and exuded a cold light, and there was a faint trace of blood.

He rolled up his sleeves and exposed his arms, only to see that the arms that should have been strong and strong had long since been skinny. They were densely covered with tiny wounds, old and new. shocking.

   Looking carefully, the man's ten fingers and palms were also covered with wounds.

   Picked up the dagger and slashed another small knife on the arm. The blood droplets fell on the roots of the gardenia, and they were absorbed instantly. The gardenia seedlings that had been somewhat shriveled seemed to have suddenly been nourished and revitalized again.

  The man's expression remained unchanged, as if he could not feel the pain, he threw the dagger away, held the soil in both hands, and buried the gardenia.

   He put his hands on the ground, got up with difficulty, and staggered out.

   "Master, it is now the 810th gardenia flower, can you open the altar?" Wei Pang was supported by Awen and asked the old man in front of him.

  Old Dao pointed and counted: "Yes, Lord Hou, Pindao can open the altar immediately, but what Pindao can attract is only the soul of his wife."

   "It's fine, just one side, just let me see Yinyin again." He was probably too excited, and a faint blush appeared on his face, who had no energy at all.

   is like a drowning man who finds duckweed and has light in his eyes.

   "Since this is the case, Pindao immediately opened the altar."

"well"

   "Master Hou, you still need to prepare, or you can go to rest for a while, and the little one is here to help you watch." Awen said while supporting the crumbling Wei Pang.

  Wei Pang shook his head: "No, I want to watch it here. What if I miss it." He finally waited for this opportunity, and he must not miss it.

   (end of this chapter)