Chapter 292 The Life Experience of Qiu Jinse

"Tell me, what is Qiu Sihai's purpose, and what is your relationship with him?" Zhuo Bufan said lightly, staring down at the stone in his hand.

Qiu Jinse hesitated for a while, then slowly said:

"I have been an orphan since I was a child and grew up in an orphanage. I have never seen my parents look like, and I don't know if they are still in the world, and why they don't want me."

With that, Qiu Jinse hugged his knees with his hands and put his thin chin on top of his knees.

The desert world of Moonlight is very cold, especially in the underground ancient city, with stone walls everywhere. Zhuo Bufan raised his head and took a look, and saw that Qiu Jinse's pretty face was covered with sorrowful colors. He couldn't help but moved his compassion, and he squeezed a fireball and placed it in front of her.

The flower-like fireball exudes a warm light, reflecting her beautiful face.

Even the tears shining in the eyes can be seen under the red light.

"When I was in the orphanage, I don’t know why. Children of my age like to bully me, tear my clothes, and pour cold water on me. I grew up slowly in such a dark childhood until one year. Long took me to set up his relatives."

"Do you know? I have never worn a new dress. For a girl who loves beauty, how does it feel to have no beautiful new clothes? The dean's relatives have a girl who is about my age at home, so the dean Relatives gave me some of that girl’s clothes."

Having said this, Qiu Jinse suddenly choked and wiped the warm tears with the back of his hand.

"At the time, you didn't know how happy I was. It was a white princess dress with lace, but when I was overjoyed in that dress, the original owner of the dress stood at the door and looked at me. Her face turned red suddenly, and I will never forget the look in her eyes, disdain, disgust, and even sympathy..."

"From then on, I swear I can no longer be poor, I must be a rich man."

Zhuo Bufan finally stopped the movement in his hand, placed the half-carved stone beside his feet, raised his head, and stared at her faintly, "So, did you follow Qiu Sihai later?"

"He came to take in the children in the orphanage. At that time, he took in ten girls in total. He asked us to teach us piano, chess, calligraphy, poetry, etiquette, and... how to dress a man... Then let us help him do things, my best Sister Lingzhi was finally arrested by someone else for helping him deal with a boss from the north, round, and then thrown down from the upper floor and fell."

"Don't you hate him?"

"Hate, but not hate. Without him, I would still be in the orphanage, looking at the children outside the brick wall full of roses. They have parents, cars, beautiful clothes and toys, and I feel like A maggot living in a pool of stenchy mud..."

After speaking, Qiu Jinse's eyes were red, and he leaned on his knees, unable to cry.

"Fortunate people are mostly the same, and unfortunate people have their own misfortunes." Zhuo Bufan frowned, sighed and solemnly said:

"If the sky is always dark, survive in the dark; if it is dangerous to make a sound, then remain silent; if you feel powerless to shine, then huddle in the corner."

"But don't justify the darkness when you get used to it; don't be proud of your own stubbornness; don't mock people who are braver than you. We can be humble as dust, but not twisted like maggots."

Qiu Jinse's body trembled slightly, blinking his slender eyelashes and staring at Zhuo Bufan in a daze.

It is hard for her to imagine that at Zhuo's extraordinary age, he would say such things, shouldn't he be a rich second generation with a happy and prosperous life?

"Qiu Sihai arranged for you to be by my side so that I could help him deal with the iron and blood?" Zhuo Bufan asked, changing the subject.

Qiu Jinse shook his head, "It's not just iron and blood. The Sifang Gate is actually not from Chou Sihai. He is just like me, a puppet of other people. The Sifang Gate has long been controlled by a sect called The Zong Zong. Today you are dead. The fifth son is a member of the corpse sect."

"The corpse? The ghost king, Lian Xun, the five sons, and my annihilated old woman, they should all belong to the corpse sect? I want to see with my own eyes who is behind them." Zhuo Bufan's mouth slowly turned. It evokes a strange arc.

Qiu Jinse looked at Zhuo Bufan with scorching eyes, "I know my body is very dirty, you don't like me."

"I don't like anyone." A picture of a woman appeared in Zhuo Bufan's mind. He immediately stabilized his mind and dispelled the picture in his mind.

"Can I sleep with you?" Qiu Jinse looked at him pleadingly.

"Whatever you want." Zhuo Bufan said lightly.

A trace of joy and tears appeared in Qiu Jinse's eyes. He slowly leaned his head on Zhuo Bufan's shoulder. The fireball reflected the faces of the two of them. Zhuo Bufan kept his head down, picked up the stone and continued carving patterns on it.

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Huangzhou Mogao Grottoes, in the mouth of a certain mountain.

This is a gloomy or even strange passage. The stone walls are full of various solemn and primitive Buddha statues. When you walk inside, you can see two rows of golden flames as big as soybeans.

These flames are on both sides of the stone wall, about a few hundred.

In the light of these lights, standing inside the cave is an old man wearing a cassock, carrying beads, and hanging his eyebrows to his cheeks. At this time, his face muscles are tense. Following his gaze, there is a lot of burning. Two of the lamps have been extinguished.

"Elder Six, Bliss went out with Master Dengcao. It seems that I went to Lop Nur to find the Pisces Jade Pei..." A young novice in Tsing Yi came up with his hands folded, and said with some fear.

"I have warned him not to go to the Sea of ??Death, it is not a place for us to offend, but the person who killed my grandson, I will definitely find out, thwart his bones and ash, cramp and peel..." the old man whispered Mum, everyone felt a biting chill.

"Six elders, haven't you given Young Master Bliss a golden Buddha bead magical artifact?" someone suddenly said.

The old man with white eyebrows opened his hand, and there was a bead in his hand. It was the one hit by Zhuo Bufan with thunder the day before, but the golden light on the bead was bleak and cracks appeared.

He shook his head and said: "The Buddha beads are damaged. It does not record who killed my grandson at all. However, no matter what kind of people, people who dare to kill our Hehuan Sect, there is only one dead end. You arrange for someone to investigate. I must To find the murderer."

"Yes, elder." The voices of the crowd resounded like Hong Zhong, screaming in the cave.

Moon cool lone star.

In the most hidden place on a mountain in the north, a man in a suit and gold glasses knelt on one knee, his left arm hanging weakly beside him, he said nothing, but he dared not raise his head.

Suddenly a black wind blew over, and it shot the man away seven or eight meters away. The man fell on the ground, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Lian Xun." Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him, his feet floating in the air, and the ink mist around his body.