Chapter 11: Memory backtracking (2)

The next thing Xu Xingzhi can't hear clearly.
The scent of the plant slid along his seven passes and eight veins, igniting his hands and feet, and the whisper of Meng Zhongguang in the ear whispered into a bay spring, causing him to sleep unconsciously.
He made another strange dream.
In the dream he became a fish, and a decoy lingering. The bait is soft and warm, like alive, and kisses carefully on his tail. Xu Xingzhi is not hungry, just hovering with it, letting him squat on his scales.
By the time he turned around, the bait had already extended countless tiny tentacles, sucking his body and dragging him into the endless stream.
Xu Xingzhi wanted to struggle, but the tentacles were soft and tough, and he was quickly entangled in the bones and dragged into the soft coral by the tentacles.
Xu Xingzhi woke up, the waist and knees were so soft and hard, and a little bit in the lower abdomen was a pain.
Xu Xingzhi put his hand on the belly, as if he could feel a piece of soft whisker on the top.
...he didn't know when he had returned to his bedroom, lying on the bed, his feet were covered and he couldn't move.
And Meng Chongguang held his waist tightly from behind, and slept very sweetly. A burst of hot air blew on the neck after Xu Xing, itching very much.
It seems that today, after fainting, he took the initiative to find Meng Zhongguang to speak, and half-true and falsely explained the intention to come to the wild. Meng Zhongguang thought that he was showing his good, and the old account between himself and him had been written off. Dare to be so arrogant.
As usual, the sky geometry is not visible outside the window.
Xu Xingzhi wiped a cold sweat on his forehead and sighed with a long breath.
Meng Zhongguang heard a little movement and unconsciously tightened his arm: "...hey, brother..."
Xu Xingzhi was flustered by him and tried to take his hand off. However, Meng Zhongguang’s arm seemed to be slender, but it was like a steel that was tempered, and it took a long time to move.
Xu Xingzhi had this kind of experience in the dream just now, and now he has experienced it again, and it feels really bad.
He struggled through the shackles and tried to push Meng Zhongguang away from the front.
In the gap between his turn, Meng Zhongguang clung to Xu Xingzhi and died together.
... Xu Xingzhi's lips rubbed a soft corner.
The rubbing of the lips called Meng Zhongguang suddenly opened his eyes: "... brother?"
Xu Xingzhi was a little embarrassed, his arms crossed on the chest of Meng Zhongguang, pushing him back: "It’s breathless."
Meng Zhongguang took the initiative to post his forehead: "Does the brothers not like this?"
Xu Xingzhi: "..."
Teacher, please be your own weight.
Meng Zhongguang is a pure face: "This way the brothers will not be cold."
Xu Xingzhi is indeed very afraid of cold, Meng Zhongguang is so close to him, in addition to moving, it is really warm and harmonious.
Meng Zhongguang's body temperature is not hot, nor cold, the temperature is just right, the ironing is comfortable, like a winter dress that has been cut too small, and the inside of Xu Xingzhi has nowhere to escape.
However, since Xu Xingzhi did not like to be restrained, Meng Zhongguang relaxed the muscles of his arms and said, "Brother, you can sleep a little longer."
Xu Xingzhi finally got a little more comfortable. He moved a little bit of a sore waist and squinted at the top of the bed.
Xu Xingzhi’s eyes closed, Meng Zhongguang looked straight at him:
Why don’t you sleep?

Xu Xingzhi: "...there is light outside."
There is no sun in the wild, only a plate of light that hangs on the sky on the west side of the sky, like the moon, but the light is cheap like a fruit candy that melts at any time, so there is no white night in the wild, from morning till night. All the yin is miserable, there is light, but not too strong, time seems to be fixed forever in the cloudy evening.
Just now, the rubbing of the lips made Xu Xingzhi sober, and there is no atmosphere for sleeping at half a moment. Although Xu Xingzhi is tired, he has no desire to fall asleep.
After a while, the indoor light disappeared a little until it was completely swallowed.
Xu Xingzhi was surprised. When he turned around, he saw that the vines were crawling and screaming. They formed a dense network of plants at the window, and the light outside the window was broken and separated.
The interior sank into a deep darkness.
Meng Zhongguang lowered his voice and cautiously asked: "Senior brother, is this okay?"
Xu Xingzhi couldn’t see Meng Zhongguang’s face, but his little milk dog’s liked tone was inexplicably called a soft heart;
It’s good.

Meng Zhongguang’s voice is soft:
I am you?

Xu Xingzhi almost laughed out loud: "It's okay."
Meng Zhongguang pleaded: "So... can the brothers hug me?"
Xu Xingzhi: "..."
"Just look." Meng Zhongguang huddled around, "it is a prize..."
When the voice did not fall, he was tightly embraced by Xu Xingzhi. It seemed that he was afraid that he thought it was a fake. Xu Xingzhi’s left hand still took a shot on his back.
When Xu Xingzhi was cold and his left hand touched his back, the cold temperature called Meng Zhongguang hit a beggar, and the place where he was touched was paralyzed for a moment, and it burned like a flame.
He was in the same place and was surprised and happy.
Xu Xingzhi did not know why he had hugged up, but he only felt vaguely thinking that if he didn't hold it, Meng Chongguang would think again, and then he would make up again and take the nine lights to say things, and it would be endless.
He whispered: "Don't make trouble. Sleep."
Meng Zhongguang did not speak, grabbed the front line of Xu Xingzhi, and buried his head in the chest of Xu Xing. It was like a domestic animal.
Xu Xingzhi was so close to him, and he didn't feel annoyed. Instead, he was a little sleepy, and he fell asleep in a quarter of an hour.
When Xu Xingzhi was in a dream, Meng Chongguang got out of his arms and took his hand very lightly, so that his palms were close to his own hair, actively swaying, and he was straight and comfortable. .
... head, back, shoulders, cheeks. No matter where the body is, as long as it is the brother to touch, he likes it very much.
And Xu Xingzhi dreamed of Xiaomeng’s heavy light.
In other words, the memory of the original master broke into his mind again when he was asleep, and the memory continued from the last breakpoint and continued.
... noticed that the unusually shiny on the neck of the jade, when coming to the Taihua Mountain, Xu Xingzhi's legs are still soft.
As soon as I thought of the kind of arthropod creatures squirming in Wen Xuechen's palm, Xu Xingzhi's back was a slap in the face.
However, when he saw several disciples who were dragging their armor and rushing to the front, he had no idea what to do. He grabbed a few arrows and grabbed a Fenglingshan disciple dressed in white like him: "What? What happened?"
The disciples who wore different costumes saw Xu Xingzhi, and they saw the little beast of the mother beast, flustered and ran, and surrounded Xu Xingzhi in the right place.
The disciple was already panicked and white, and he couldn’t stop shaking: "Xu Shixiong... Xu... Xu..."
Xu Xingzhi grabbed his front, and a fan took his head: "Speak!"
The disciple was crying and his knees were soft. He almost hanged on Xu Xingzhi: "We only want to take the fading scale of the fat... I didn't expect to wake it up..."
Xu Xingzhi's eyebrows are twisted.
Taihua Mountain is as high as a thousand miles. In the meantime, there are different beasts and fats, six feet and four wings, feeding on blood, sleeping all year round, but extremely sensitive. Once they are woken up, they must be mad and swear to invade. Can not kill.
There was a roaring stranger roaring in the forest, and it sounded like a thunder. A row of trees tumbling down, smashing the dust and smoke, and the awkward aura collided to make these young outside disciples fight in two battles.
Xu Xingzhi roughly counted people and asked: "Is there still someone in the forest? How many people do you have to get the scales?"
The disciple looked around and said: "It seems that one person is missing. He, he said he wants the temple..."
Xu Xingzhi was discolored: "I didn't tell you, if you are angry, you have to run fast? Are these ancient monsters freely played by your outside disciples?"
He picked up the aura, and he was full of wind and rushed straight into the forest.
Near the center of the spiritual explosion, Xu Xingzhi saw a young disciple dressed in a cool valley, being caught by a paw of the six-footed four-winged serpent beast.
The fat body is covered with shiny and sharp scales, and the fat snake head is high and high, and the nose can not spit out a small flame.
It pointed the huge Shekou to the young man who was struggling.
Seeing that the juvenile was to be used as a candle for the fat, Xu Xingzhi took two steps in the virtual space, and threw the fan in his hand with one hand.
The folding fan was turned into a three-pointed and two-edged knives in the air.
At the moment when the tip of the knife touched the fat, it slammed and broke into several pieces.
The fat body is sharp and the shell is sharp. This kind of hit is naturally nothing, but it is enough to attract its attention.
Xu Xingzhi's right hand flipped, and several cut-off knives returned to his hands and aggregated into a folding fan.
For a few moments, Xu Xingzhi was daring and arrogant to step on the giant head of the fat man, stepping its head down, and then he followed his sticky and disgusting back. After running a few steps and measuring the position of seven inches, the folding fan was turned into a fish sword.
Xu Xingzhi urged the whole body to be spiritual, and the sword front swayed, and the fat man left seven inches to cut a large piece of flesh!
The fat loss of the fat, mad, naturally loosen the claws, came to bite Xu Xingzhi.
The young man fell from the fat claws. Xu Xingzhi saw that he was going to hit a rock. The fish intestine sword instantly turned into a white scorpion. The volley smashed out like an arrow. It just happened to wrap the juvenile from top to bottom, and then pulled back and was used as a scorpion. The young boy who was wrapped up flew up and slammed into the arms of Xu Xing.
People have already saved, and Xu Xingzhi does not have to entangle with this monster.
He stared at the teenager and flew forward.
The fat was red, and it hurt. When it was easy to stop, it was chased up with a roar.
It seems to be awkward and fat, but it is as fast as a thunder. Whenever it steps forward, Xu Xingzhi is shocked and swelled once.
... It’s really fucking.
Xu Xingzhi was trying his best to think about the law of getting out of the way, and he felt an unusual wave of power coming from his arms.
The fat man behind it suddenly screamed.
Xu Xingzhi fixed his eyes and saw that only half of the body's rotten bone tiger emerged from the ground. He bit the fat tail of the fat, and let it bite flesh and blood, and it was not moving.
This strange bone tiger appeared and won them the time to escape.
Xu Xingzhi was shocked and could not help but bow his head and look at his arms.
The boy in the arms was wrapped in white enamel with only one pair of eyes, but the eyes were full of fox-like green.
A few of the white cockroaches have been dyed by the blood from his wounds, but he still clenches his teeth to drive the bone tiger that doesn't know how long he has died, letting it die of fat, and never let go.
...he is screaming at the clear and sinister spirit.
Until he flew away from the fate of the fate, Xu Xingzhi had time to stop and take a rest.
He removed the white pheasant from the boy, turned it into a bamboo tube, and went to a clear stream to pick up some water.
The boy was not injured and was over-consumed. At this moment, he was away from Xu Xingzhi, and it was difficult to move.
From the dying slap in the past, the teenager knows that he has just spurred the ghost to repair the mana, exposed his identity, and for a time he was too hard to bear, and he hanged the already smashed Tsing Yi, and wished to put his head in the nest. Go into the chest.
Xu Xingzhi handed him the water tube and asked him straight into the ground: "Are you a ghost repairer? A descendant of the Awaken State?"
The teenager did not dare to pick up, nor dared to say anything.
Xu Xingzhi calmly said: "As far as I know, the Raven Country has been destroyed six years ago."
The youngster was so nervous that he cried out: "Xu brother..."
Xu Xingzhi did not give him any room for buffer: "Why are you a descendant of the ghost family, why should you enter the cool valley? What are your plans?"
The injured teenager panicked and slid to the ground and raised his face: "Xu Shixiong, I did not deliberately mix into the fairy door... I just lost my parents, there is no place to go, I accidentally met the cool valley to recruit spiritual roots. A talented outside disciple, I will..."
The boy gave birth to a cute little baby face. When he raised his lips, there was a deep dimple on the cheek side. At this point, his eyes have turned from light blue to black, round, and full of simple panic.
From his actions just now, Xu Xingzhi judged that this is just a little ghost who has just cultivated a little ghost art, and it is very likely that people are mixed with each other, and the twin veins that they have bred can be double-edged. It can not only practice ghosts and sorcerers, but also practice the right way.
Probably because of his special physique, the cool valley that received him was not found abnormal.
He was just behind the temple of the disciples who had been angry with the fate. Although this was tantamount to being a car, it was quite stupid, but because of his loyalty, Xu Xingzhi did not feel much guilty about him.
He bent down and asked gently: "No hurry, say slowly. Tell me first, what is your name?"
The teenager bites his lip, and the sound is inaudible: "Land...Lu Yujiu..."
The author has something to say: send a letter to Xu’s brother
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By the way, give a heavy brush.
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