The Adventures of Red Parrots. Gabriele Propst

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СКАЧАТЬ "I believe there is a blood parrot in the world?"

      Wang Feng nodded, and his face was not like a joke.

      Iron hate said: "If you can see the blood parrot in shallow, guess what my first wish is?"

      Wang Fengdao: "Is it going to let you die?"

      Iron hate coldly: "It seems that you are my knowledge." "

      Wang Feng laughed.

      It’s not sneer, it’s not a smile, it’s a real laugh.

      Just as he started laughing, the weird and strange ringing sounded outside.

      - The blood slave is back.

      - Why are you coming back?

      - Is it necessary to lead them to find its owner?

      The bell rang and Wang Feng had already rushed out.

      Iron hate also rushed out.

      Early autumn.

      It’s so cool. Unfortunately, there is no absolute thing in the world, so the high autumn days are not necessarily high-spirited

      .

      Today's sky is very cloudy. The sky is not high, but it is as low as it is to press on the head.

      The ringtone has not passed away.

      In the shadowy sky, a bird's eye is flying to the west, flying to the west with a ringtone.

      The West has a world of bliss.

      The West also has poor mountains, bad water, wilderness, and graves.

      They went to the grave. Because the ringtone disappeared in the graveyard, the bird shadow was also thrown into the grave.

      They are not birds, they can't fly.

      They are not well-known people in the rivers and lakes.

      But they used to do light work, the speed is not much slower than the birds, so they can catch up here.

      Unfortunately, when they chased here, the ringtones could not be heard, and the bird shadow could not be seen.

      Only the grave.

      Although it is during the day, there are still fogs in the graves, and there are still dead bones in the graves.

      Gloomy weather, fascinating cold fog.

      "This weather seems to be the weather of the blood parrot."

      "This place, of course, is where the blood parrot appears."

      "Yes."

      "So we are waiting here."

      Two people sitting face to face Down, sitting on two graves, the grass on the grave.

      - Who is buried in the grave?

      - How much joy have they had in their lives? How much pain? How much happiness? How unfortunate?

      A gust of wind passed, and the sky fluttered.

      Iron hate sitting on the grave, it seems to be very tired, very tired...

      How much joy has he had in his life? How much pain?

      Like a person like him, the pain and disaster in life must be far more than joy.

      Now that he is tired of this kind of life, tired of thieves and criminals who will never be destroyed, tired of the never-

      ending killing and hunting?

      Wang Feng looked at him and suddenly said: "I understand your mood."

      Iron hated: "Oh?"

      Wang Fengdao: "Are you already six people when you were young?"

      Iron hated: "Well. "

      Wang Fengdao: "Over the years, there have been at least seventy or eighty people who have died in your hands."

      Iron hated: "I have never killed a person."

      Wang Fengdao : "But after you kill, it is still human." , living people, people with flesh and blood."

      Iron hate did not argue, but it seems to appear more tired.

      Wang Fengdao: "So, now that you want to let go, you can't let it go. This kind of life has become like a chain of chains,

      locking up your whole person , and you can never get rid of it."

      Iron hate looked up, cold and cold. Looking at him, said: "What do you want to say?"

      Wang Fengdao: "I think, if you really saw the blood parrot, your first wish, maybe it is..."

      His voice suddenly paused, his pupil suddenly Shrink, staring behind the iron hate.

      After the iron hatred, it was a dark, empty space.

      What did Wang Feng suddenly see?

      He is a strong and ruthless person. Even people who are not afraid of death, why suddenly become so terrible?

      The iron hateful hand was suddenly cold, and the whole body was cold. It seemed that there was a sharp needle-like chill. The dead

      bones from the grave rose and stabbed his back.

      What happened behind him?

      He wants to look back.

      Wang Feng has said loudly: "Don't look back, don't look back."

      His voice was hoarse and hurried, and he even wanted to rush over and hug the head of iron hate.

      Unfortunately, he is too late.

      Iron hate has turned back, and behind him a dead tree, a parrot has appeared.

      Blood red parrot.

      One hundred thousand gods, 100,000 drops of magic blood, dripped into a blood parrot.

      It brings to the world, besides an evil desire, it is a disaster.

      It itself symbolizes the scourge of evil.

      The iron hate's pupil also suddenly shrunk.

      Just as he saw the blood parrot, his whole person had suddenly contracted.

      The evil and scourge brought by the blood parrot has been hit by lightning like lightning.

      This ruthless Tiehan, this heart is like a person who was made of iron, and suddenly collapsed at this moment.

      The leaves are shrinking.

      Then he fell СКАЧАТЬ