Yao Shun: "No, it’s not … What if the torch burns out?"
"I’ll put a new root in the bow before I burn it out." Thank you. "Although I can’t sing, I can still watch the bow and gun shooting events."
Yao Shun was so excited that he was about to burst into tears. "Brother Xie, where can you still see this? You are the arrow god!"
Xie sent a wave of his hand. "Come on, come on, if you want to be idle, open all the doors. I just took a look at the ventilation system inside. Don’t be scratched by the body and poisoned by carbon dioxide."
Yao Shunkai died with a happy heart.
Jiang Ji-chu picked up the tattered suona and sat on the bed next to Xie Ji.
"playing funeral music is really a way to make the dead peaceful.
"Right, great musician?"
Chapter 6 Chapter 6
Fifty-four bodies in the morgue are resurrected in order, which seems to be a dead end, but there are many kinds of objects in the case. If they can be good, they can get a chance of life.
To get the message that the funeral home is to let the dead rest, it is easy to think of suona when you see it again.
Xie Ji’s idea is right, but the problem lies in his technical level.
If people want peace, you have to blow them to death on the spot, but don’t worry with you.
Xie sent it to Jiang Jichu and sat there for a while, taking the tattered suona back to his hand.
He casually asked, "Are you tired?"
Jiang Zhichu is "not tired"
Thank you for sending "Is it fun?"
Jiang Zhichu is "OK"
Xie Ji: "Do you already know me in the real world?"
Xie Ji knew that he lacked musical cells, but he didn’t think it was hard to hear. Maybe he was different from his own cognition and universal cognition in this respect.
He admitted that he didn’t expect his "power" to be so great, but the corpses still retained the universal aesthetic.
But unless Jiang Ji knew his level long ago, he shouldn’t have tried to stop him before he blew it.
Jiang Ji’s seven-digit wristwatch is a limited edition, so you may not get family manners if you have money. Jiang Ji’s family background will not be bad.
But when Xie sent it alone in the dormitory last night, he went through all the people he knew in his mind. I never thought there was such a person.
He doesn’t know Jiang Zhichu.
There is a gap between the two mortuary beds, which is palm-wide. Through this gap, Xie sent a quiet look at Jiang Zhichu.
Young people are still young in the details, and the exquisite facial features together form a stunning beauty. Thanks for looking at Jiang Zhichu’s eyes, I want to reach the deepest part of Wang Youtan and refuse to miss a wave.
At the beginning of Jiang Ji, there was no inertia in answering Xie’s questions. The answer stopped at the tip of the tongue and shrank back in a slight tremor.
Breaking through the big hole, the ceiling is exposed, and all kinds of lines are complicated in the dark, just like an artificial canopy with no margin.
Behind it was a big row of things burned in the dark, and in front of it were dozens of bodies, but they were trapped in silence and couldn’t see anything else.
The silence lasted for several seconds.
Or you shouldn’t be silent.
Jiang Zhichu "don’t know"
Xie Ji: "No one can be sure what will happen to suona before it happens. You are not conservative. Why do you say’ no’ before I blow it?"
Jiang Jichu changed his posture and his eyes fell on his hand. "I heard that you smell too much."
Thank you for sending "what smell"
Jiang Yunchu "probably learned to run as soon as I heard you play the piano."
Thank you for sending "…"
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Xie Ji smiled and jumped up with a blue vein on the back of his hand. "Who said that?"
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