scarred Chenzheyese licking wounds

Xin Yi does not speak, Shen also pique do not speak slowly, so slowly crawling time. Finally, Shen slowly yawned and leaned
back to sleep again.
Xin Yi at this time but not the sleepy, misty look outside the windows, his thoughts had gone into endless clouds. Xin Yi
feels that her life is a chess piece, he was sensible from the beginning, has been designed along the other trajectory,
learning martial arts, knowledge, murder, all arranged. Arrange all of this is that the dignity of a wheelchair all day for
the elderly - Xin Sheng days, he is Xin Yi's grandfather, Xin Yi never knew their parents look like, do not know any of their
situation. Young have been times when he very much wanted to unravel the mystery, the exhaustion of all means, but in the end
only from the mouth of Xin Sheng days are two words: time has not yet. He hates Xin Sheng days, hated his cruel and
overbearing, hate him personally for his paved a Fugitive of the road, he wanted to fight, but he dared not resist, just
because Xin Sheng days a promise: When I think you can, and I will tell you everything, in order to sentence commitment, Xin
Yi cruel to let a section of fresh life into history. He is not afraid to kill, he was afraid of the night, when night comes,
he can only be wrapped in layers of their own, timid crouched in the corner, like a wounded Lone Wolf, scarred Chenzheyese licking wounds.