Chapter 277: Death

Baili Dongjun stretched out a finger and gently cried.
The last bit of Meng Po soup that poured out converged into a stream, flowing at his fingertips.
"It's the accumulation of water into the abyss." Tang Lian raised her head. All their opportunities were concentrated on the only Dongjun Baili who still had the power to fight at this time. It was just why at this last moment, the master used only this combination. It's not too advanced.
"I am the wine immortal of the world. I went straight to the blue sky with drunkenness. I don't want to see the Nine Heavens Fairy dancing in the wind, but I only want to see the fairy drunk." Baili Dongjun carried the stream of water to Mo Yi.
"Fairy? What is a fairy? Am I a fairy?" Mo Yi slowly fell to the ground, muttering to himself, "Who is that man just now? Why do you call yourself a fairy? Why do you call yourself Mo Yi."
"Dare to ask the immortal, you can drink this cup." Baili Dongjun flicked two fingers, and the water swept towards Mo Yi.
Mo Yi raised her head, sniffed, and whispered: "Meng Po Tang?"
"The world is boring, you might as well get drunk and dream of death, and have a happy life." Baili Dongjun waved his palms again.
"No drink." Mo Yi replied faintly, and with a light wave of his hand, he knocked out the stream of water.
Baili Dongjun lightly raised his hand: "Get up."
All the water flow instantly turned into water mist, and Mo Yi was immediately surrounded by the water mist.
An extremely rich aroma of wine spread, and even the grass and trees slowly fell down wherever they passed. Xiao, Sikong Qianluo, and Tang Lian stood there, smelling the aroma of wine, they were all a little shaky, almost About to fall.
The nearest Baili Dongjun retreated greedily while inhaling the aroma of the wine: "It's so fragrant, so fragrant. After this, there is no such peerless fragrance in the world."
This is the first wine in the world, Meng Po Wine, which is contained in the "Jiu Jing". With a drink, you can enter the big dream for ten years, all those who have forgotten will remember, and those who have lost may see you again. After waking up from the dream, everything will be forgotten.
The mist around Mo Yi finally gradually dissipated. Everyone looked at it nervously, and saw Mo Yi sitting there with his eyes tightly closed, as if he had fallen asleep.
"It worked." Xiao Se clutched his chest and knelt to the ground.
Sikong Qianluo hurriedly went to help him: "Let's leave now."
Baili Dongjun retreated to them and said anxiously: "While running now, there is a boat docked below. You just need to paddle westward. The formula for going back is the same as the one you came. Remember, don't look back. "
"What about you, Master?" Tang Lian asked.
Baili Dongjun shook his head: "My Queen, if he wakes up, I can buy you some time."
"But." Sikong Qianluo helped Xiao Se and asked anxiously, "Xiao Se is about to be unable to hold it."
Baili Dongjun glanced at Xiao Se and sighed: "The last bit of Meng Po soup that can save lives has already been used. Even I can't help it."
"I'm okay, I still have some medicine left by Hua Jin." Xiao Se shook his head lightly, "Hurry up and go find Mu Chunfeng."
"Master, are you really not leaving?" Tang Lian said anxiously.
"Don't worry. Although I can't beat him, I can still escape for my life. What's more, I don't want to go back to that place in Beili yet." Baili Dongjun shook his head.
"Okay." Tang Lian nodded, got up and swept over the pavilion, hugged Ye Ruoyi, who was unconscious, and together he picked up Lei Wujie, who had fainted there, together with Sikong Qianluo, who was carrying the bleak. Run towards the shore.
Baili Dongjun turned around and looked at Mo Yi who was in a dream.
In an extremely dilapidated temple.
The two children cuddled up to each other. The older one seemed to be the older brother, who was gently patting his younger sister on the shoulder: "Don't cry, don't cry. Dad went out to find grandma and will be back soon."
The younger sister still sobbed softly: "Brother, you lie to me, Dad won't be back."
"No, Dad will come back when he finds Ama."
"Ama is dead, brother."
The elder brother let go of his sister, and after looking at his sister’s eyes for a long time, he finally nodded: "Yes, Daddy is dead, and Ama is also dead. They won't come back. Only the two of us will live together in the future, but I will take care of you."
In the ruined temple, they lived like this for a long time.
Until the famine came, all people became refugees, and all people, like them, lost their homes and their families.
"Brother, sell me. Then we can all live." The hungry sister was so angry.
"I will not sell you. I said, I will take care of you." My brother's eyes were bright.
"You will starve to death, brother," the sister said lightly.
"We will all live, we will live together." My brother stood up, "I'll go outside to find some food, you will wait for me here."
My brother ran outside for an afternoon, begging for everyone he could ask for, but those neighbors who used to cherish a bit of old feelings now either go to the building or keep the door closed, no matter what he knocks on the door and does not open the door.
"Give me a bun. When I grow up, I will do everything to repay you."
"Can you give me some gruel? My sister is dying. I can work for you without paying for a month. Can you give me a bowl of gruel now?"
"It was my dad who saved you back then! If you didn't have my dad, you would be dead now, uncle, already dead! Why would you be so dead to us today!"
From the solemnity at the beginning, to the later stubbornness, to the final heartbreaking, but he did not get a grain of rice, and finally he dragged his tired body into the temple.
Maybe you can pick up some leftover food on the road.
But until he walked into the temple, his hands were empty.
Got to get out of here. He thought silently in his heart.
"Brother, you're back." The younger sister smiled and shouted when she saw that her brother was back. It was not like the exhaustion he had when he left, but now the younger sister seemed very energetic.
"What happened?" my brother asked.
The younger sister took out a hot cake from her arms: "Brother, a kind master just passed by and gave me two cakes. I have eaten one, and there is one left for you."
The elder brother was stunned for a moment, and then ran over like crazy, grabbed the cake, chewed it with big mouthfuls, and he ate it clean within a moment. My sister just sat on the side and looked at him with a smile.
At night, my brother held his sister, looked at the stars in the sky through the hole in the roof of the ruined temple, and whispered: "Tomorrow, we will leave here. If we stay here, we will all starve to death."
The younger sister did not speak, but lay in his arms, panting gently, until it became lighter and softer, and no sound was heard.
"Little Lv'er! Little Lv'er!" The elder brother suddenly noticed something strange and shook his sister in his arms heavily.
But no voice responded to her again.
Mo Yi burst into tears, looking at the scene in front of him, he lightly stroked his hand.
Seeing that in the ruined temple, the little girl in green kowtows to the strange monk in front of her. The monk sighed and put down a piece of cake.
The only one.
"Little Lv'er! Little Lv'er!" My brother's heartbreaking shout tore the picture apart.
The little girl who had died in her arms woke up and stretched out her thin right hand to touch her brother's cheek: "Brother, don't think about me. The reason why I died is to make you live happier."
"Little Lv'er will always be with you."