Chapter 88: The final situation (1)

Day in February and February, the magic road suddenly attacked the four gates of the fairy road, killing the cool valley, surrendering to the Tianchuan, Fengling, Danyang, making birds, and casting forests. go with.
After the campaign, the four deaths and injuries were more than 4,000, the exile was about one thousand, and the disciples were reduced to about three thousand. The number of gas was exhausted and the general trend had gone.
Everyone is evil and purple, but because of fear of the power of the magic, they dare not judge. The four monks are even more guilty. Only when they are insulted by evil, they are mad, and the world is full of troubles. .
Many people have secretly made up their minds. If it is true then, even if they put on a life, they will never let the people of Magic Road reverse the number of days!
Who thought, after a few days of calm, Fengling came the news:
The new four-door lord, the head of the original magic road, ordered the nine lights, and the disciples of the magic sects could no longer follow the usual practice, hurting people and harming the blood.
The branches of the Magic Road only allow the cultivation of seven kinds of exercises including Hehuan Zong, Jingxin Zong, and Desire. The blood sects are completely abolished. The corpse is limited to cultivation. It is forbidden to practice living corpses. All corpses must be restrained. The corpse slaves under his command, if they are harmful, the corpse will be responsible for the blood, and exchange blood for life.
The matter came out, and no matter what the original rigorous training, the inside of the magic road is already in vain!
Although the corpse is somewhat dissatisfied, the situation is slightly better than that of the blood sect, and it has not been banned. They are not planning to make it too embarrassing. After all, finding trouble for the new owner is to find trouble for themselves.
They simply accepted this arrangement, and they were waiting for the sect.
There are not a few branches of the blood in the Magic Road. However, there are scattered and unsatisfactory numbers. Therefore, everyone has turned their attention to the red ancestors who are mainly in the blood sect, only to wait for the red martial arts to sway, and everyone will be excited.
I don’t know what means the nine lights used. The new patriarch Sun Yuanzhou and his sects did not respond to this order.
Their external statement is that the former lord has passed away, and there is no psychological foreign affairs. Everything is decided by the Lord.
This point can no longer be understood: the entire sect of the sect of the sect of the sect has been surrendered to the lord of the present, and does not want to provoke right and wrong.
Therefore, regarding the abolition of the blood sect, only a few branches that are not afraid of death have squandered one day. The Jiuzhi lamp has not even appeared. Only Sun Yuanzhou was sent, and the dispute will be settled.
A few days later, Sun Yuanzhou swayed and reported the situation, but also brought back a message that made the nine lights stunned: "Who is this ridiculous language?!"
Sun Yuanzhou’s low-browed eyebrows sighed and said:
I don’t know if I belong to my subordinates. I just listened to a few disciples who were arrested and shouted, saying that you imprisoned Xu Xingzhi, but did not take out the world books in his body. At this time, various bans were introduced. It is clearly linked to the Xu Xingzhi, and it is not the heart of the magic..."
Nine branches of light are ugly.
"After hearing, I also feel that it is a rumor, but if it is allowed to spread, it is not appropriate. The disciples who have heard this are not allowed to pass on, and they will come to report, please ask the Lord."
Speaking of this, Sun Yuanzhou raised his eyes, and after a moment of thin lips, he said: "There is a daring question, is the artifact world book really on Xu Xingzhi?"
"A nonsense." Jiuzhi Lan is cold and cold. "If there are still artifacts in the world, how can the four doors be so easily done?"
Sun Yuanzhou has always been a good thing. Although he can't tell the truth, he can at least draw conclusions from the nine lights. I guess he doesn't want to talk about it.
So he resigned and said: "It’s a sin."
When he was about to leave the temple, the nine lights suddenly said: "Go and call Wenxue."
When the wheelchair swayed into the door of the Qingzhu Temple, a bluestone paper was straight to the door of Wenxue.
Wen Xuechen raised his hand and caught it. However, he was unable to hide behind a thick bamboo roll that came face to face. The edge of the volume wiped his forehead and pulled out a mark with a length of about one finger.
He couldn't feel the pain until he leaned over the book on the ground and saw the blood stains on the cracked bamboo wire. Wen Xuechen touched his forehead and touched the damp heat.
He is not angry, indifferent to a face, and asks: "What are you doing?"
"What do I do?" Every word of the Jiuzhi lamp bite to bleed, "Wen Xuechen, what have you done!? The brothers are carrying the world book, I have only told you one person! I ask you, How did the news come out?"
Wen Xuechen's fingertips with blood on his knees circled, and the careless appearance seemed to not put the blame of the nine lights on his mind: "Yeah, you only told me alone. But if I alone advise you You won't listen; it's better to let more people persuade you, you may seriously consider it."
"...what to consider?"
Wen Xuechen said indifferently: "...kill Xu Xingzhi, take out the world book."
For a moment, Jiuzhi Lan really had the urge to make this person smashed!
Seeing a layer of thin red and sorrow in the eyes of the nine branches of light, Wen Xuechen only changed his mind and said: "...or let others think he is dead."
The Jiuzhi lamp is strong and restrains the desire to kill in the chest: "...why?"
"'Why?'" Hearing the nine lights, he asked himself, Wen Xuechen squinted his lips and asked, "Do you really know, or deliberately stupid? You imprisoned Xu Xingzhi, but did not kill it, others I don't know the truth, only when you are a good wind, you will not be discouraged in order to vote for you; but you and I should be clear in your heart, the world book in Xu Xingzhi, in you, in the four doors, sooner or later is a disaster!"
Nine lights are not spoken.
Doesn't he want to let this scourge leave the body of his brother?
After imprisoning the brothers, Jiuzhi Deng tried to transfer the spiritual power into his body and wanted to take out the world book. However, the world book was not physically shaped and could not be extracted by external force.
"I know the pros and cons, but if I propose to kill it, you will not listen." Wen Xuechen said, "...only I can say this, let everyone know, you may be willing to face it."
Nine lights cut the tooth: "You..."
"In fact, you should be thankful. It is not until this matter that you still know that there is a world book in his body." Wen Xuechen did not move for the anger of the nine lights, and continued his cold analysis, "...but this is too If you know that you have such ability, how can you help him? If the artifact is still in the body of Xu Xing, he will have a day of initiative, which is unfavorable to your long-term situation. ""
Wen Xuechen's tone is extremely stable, and the words are like ice, but they are also as accurate as a knife. The nine lights of the blood in the chest are slightly calmer: "You announced this matter, not just to let me face it as early as possible?"

Wen Xuechen took a three-finger finger.
"First, the disciples of the Demon do not exile Xu Xing into the wild, although they do not complain on the plain, but there are quite a few words in private. If you kill Xu Xingzhi, you claim to have taken out the world book, the artifact is in your hands, and you set up Prestige and shocking the Quartet have great benefits."
"Second, there are a lot of fleeing Fengling and Danyang disciples outside, and there are many people who admire Xu Xingzhi. I think they will hear the sound of my release at this time. If you let them know, Xu Xingzhi has a relationship with you. It’s superficial, and it’s even possible to cooperate early and jointly defeat their plans to capture artifacts. They will inevitably be disheartened by Xu Xingzhi.

"Third, even if these people still believe that Xu Xingzhi is a human being, and know that you have killed Xu Xingzhi, I am afraid that it will be greatly hit, and the spirit will be frustrated."
Wen Xuechen put three fingers into the palm of his hand and calmly said: "Plus ‘Let you face this matter as soon as possible’, just one arrow and four carvings.

Jiuzhi lights looked at Wen Xuechen.
He remembered that he did not instill in Wen Xuechen the concept of hatred and Xu Xingzhi, and did not wash away the memories between him and Xu Xingzhi. Even when it was involved in the theft of artifacts, he instructed the smelters to take Xu Xingzhi’s involvement. among them.
In the memory of Wen Xuechen, Xu Xingzhi is the most innocent person in the whole thing, and is still his best friend in the past.
This is the case, why does he have to calculate the life and death of Xu Xingzhi?
Wen Xuechen saw the nine lights and looked at himself. He quickly saw what he was thinking in his mind: "...I am both your subordinates, and I have to think about it for you. Since I decided to plan for the long-term, then the world. Everyone, for me, is a tool that can be used."
Having said that, the blood from his forehead wounds flowed into the eyelashes, and he stabbed him a little uncomfortable, so he took a slap from his arms and wiped his eyes: "...now, either kill Xu Xingzhi, Never suffer from the problem; either to kill him and hide him quietly, so that he will never know the identity of his world book for a lifetime.... In short, as long as you can take out the "corpse" of Xu Xing, as far as this body is It’s true or false, I can’t manage it.

He folded the blood-stained handkerchief and prepared to stuff it back into his arms, but his eyes slid over the chord of a gold thread on the corner of the horn.
He blinked for a moment, and his head flew like a smile.
However, when he came back to God, his mind was not even left with snow and mud, and he was empty.
……"string"? who is it?
Wen Xuechen wrinkled his brow.
He was extremely tired of this feeling of thinking and uncontrollable, so after he left the Qingzhu Temple, he walked out of the temple, screaming for a breeze, loosening his hand and letting the handkerchief sway. Flying into the air, disappeared without a trace.
After nine days and three nights at the Qingzhu Temple, Jiuzhi Lan announced that Xu Xingzhi was dead. The book of artifacts in his body has been taken out and is now kept by himself.
Those who heard the rumors before, after learning about this ending, both had a big scream, a good hand, and a slap in the face, and they were crying and crying. Of course, they did not believe it at all.
And the last category is still a lot.
Some of these people did not believe in the words "there are artifacts in Xu Xingzhi's body" from the beginning. They thought that it was the bluff of the devil's deliberately invented, and some knew the relationship between Jiuzhi and Xu Xingzhi, knowing that he was in any case. Will not kill Xu Xingzhi by hand.
Soon, one of the representatives of the latter visited Fengling Mountain.
Upon receiving the notification from the subordinates, the Jiuzhi lamp was in the first batch of readings from the branches of the Qingzhu Temple.
Hearing the familiar name, he paused a little and put a pen full of blue ink on the plum pen holder, saying: "Call him in."
Soon, the disciple led me into the temple door.
The fourth day is still the lazy appearance of the past. After entering the door, I don’t say hello first. I first sneaked a pair of Danfeng eyes.
"In the past, even if it did, I couldn't let me enter the Fengling Mountain Gate." Yan said with a smile. "It turned out to be so elegant and elegant. It is a good place to practice swords."
The Jiuzhi lamp calmly said: "If the cousin likes it here, I will open up an open space for you in the back bamboo forest. The sword is specially trained."
卅 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔 搔搔
The Jiuzhi lamp does not insist: "Also, the cousin does what he wants to do."
After a simple greeting, I went straight to the road and said: "I want to see you."
The Jiuzhi lamp thought of his intentions early, and he did not panic. He looked at himself: "Don't you hear the cousin?"
"I don't believe what I heard." He said, "Even if it is the truth, it is passed on from mouth to mouth, and one ear passes, and it will become a lie in the end.... I just want to see one side of the line. Confirm that he is well. I promise not to pull him more than a sword, and I will not be chewing on my tongue. Is this good?"
Nine lights are not moving: "The brother is gone. Go back."
卅 four silently.
He has always come to the color of remorse in the crows of blues that he never cares about: "...he is my friend. I am the best swordsman."
Nine lights: "What about that?"
He said: "When you first returned to the Great Hall of the Magic Road, he told me to take care of you. But I was too busy, I was always lingering, I could not look after you."
Listening to him, the nine lights condensed their brows slightly, and after a moment of confrontation, Fang coldly asked: "What does it mean to say this to his cousin?"
"...nothing." He took a sigh of relief and shrugged his shoulders. "If you can't see it, you will be bothered to help me to tell you, saying that I am sorry for him. If there is a chance to make up, I will do anything."

Nine lights do not answer, only to silence relative.
After leaving this sentence, he turned and walked away, but when he was about to step out of the temple, he stopped and shouted: "...three brothers."
There are three sons in the shack, and the ninth lamp ranks third. According to the seniority, the squad will call him "the third brother", but he used to call it a sticky, or he called him a "small lamp" with Xu Xing, or Calling him a "little son", calling him the first time like this.
卅 继续 继续 继续 : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : 继续 继续 继续 继续 继续 继续 继续 继续 继续 继续 继续 继续 继续 继续 继续 继续 继续 继续 继续 继续 继续 继续 继续 继续 继续 继续 继续 继续
Nine lights: "I will lead the magic road to the orthodoxy, and I will not bother my cousin."
"... can you really do it?" 卅 卅 卅 卅 暗 暗 暗 暗 暗 暗 暗 暗 暗 卅 卅 卅 卅 卅 卅 卅 卅 卅 卅 卅 卅 卅 卅 卅 卅 卅 卅 卅 卅 卅 卅 卅 卅 卅 卅 卅 卅 卅 卅 卅 卅 卅 卅 卅 卅 卅It is by no means the present."
After that, the fourth time, I really left the celebration hall.
But he did not immediately leave the wind, but circled in the mountains.
Everyone on this mountain knows that this young man with crows and blue eyes is the nephew of the demon god, and no one has stopped him.
He turned from the skylight to the twilight, and almost turned to the corner of the Fengling Mountain.
Stepping on the moonlight like a chaotic jade, he came to the back hill and sighed as he walked.
... Jiuzhi lights a little rabbit scorpion, it is quite Tibetan.
Xu Dazhi is so big, can a living person be hidden by him?
He plunged into a hole in the mountains covered with vines, and looked at it without any results.
But when he re-drilled, he was still in front of the uninhabited hole. I don’t know when there was more than one person!
He sat silently in the moonlight, staring blankly at the fourth, and screaming at the fourth step, and took a goose bump.
... 卅 four remember this person.
Xu Xingzhi had specially explained him before, and when he came to see him, he would have to avoid him if he saw a wheelchair person walking around. This person's name calls for warm white hair, the most hateful of non-doing people, in case he is caught and killed, he can not be responsible.
However, at the end of the fourth quarter, the score is clear. In this position, the most disgusting person's left lower clavicle is branded with a red mark.
This mark represents only one possibility: he is a awake.
He coughed and tried to introduce himself: "... 卅 four."
Wen Xuechen's dagger: "Wen Xuechen....When the son came here late at night, is he looking for something?"
Twenty-four: "I? Just stroll around....Why is Wen Gongzi here?"
Wen Xuechen calmly said: "I lost a few things in the past few days, I think it may drift to the back mountain."
Yan Si would not believe Wen Xuechen’s rhetoric. He only thought that he was a nine-lamp school to follow his own.
The feeling of nothing is not good.
On Thursday, I walked through a few rounds between the cliffs where the grass was not born. My heart was very stuffy. I simply lifted my foot and smashed a stone bone down the bottom of the cliff.
Who wants a moment, a hoarse low call came from the bottom of the cliff: "Go..."
When I was on the fourth day, I had a face.
Initially, he didn't hear what the vague voice was saying. He only said that he had gone too far at night, and even hit two ghosts.
After a short while, the bottom of the cliff came with the sparse sound of the cloth rubbing the ground, and the vocals were a little clearer: "Go..."
Waiting to hear the two words, 卅 卅 愕 愕 愕 愕 愕 愕 愕 愕 愕 愕 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。
A slender body, like a pine, lay on his back on the rock, and his face was stunned.
Through the moonlight that passed through the cliff, I found that this person was still pretty and handsome, and there were still some shadows of the old man in the eyebrows.
He went down and grabbed his wrist. On the 1st, he found that the meridians had stopped, his lips were cold and purple, and the blue plaque on his back had spread to his shoulders, but his eyes were still staring at the fourth. Or staring at the dark green sky behind the four, muttering something.
Is it a wake-up?
Four questions: "Hey, what is your name?"
He said: "...do it."
I asked four questions: "Do you know Xu Xingzhi?"
This seems to touch the hidden pain of the person in front of him. He suddenly took a deep breath and sagged a deep fist: "I know it! I am my brother, he is my brother...

He immediately surprised him: "Do you know where he is?"
Asking the most important question, this person does not say anything.
The four books are not calm, they are too angry, and they directly reach out and slap his face: "Hey, talk!"
Seeing that he still didn't make a sound, he squatted four times and pulled out a pair of waist sabre. The cross wrist made a note at the blade, and the blood rushed out.
Smelling suffocation, the person on the ground like a dog finally reacted, raised his neck, looked eagerly and looked around, looking for the source of blood.
On the fourth day, he took the wrist and swayed under his nose. The man struggled to raise his arm and grabbed his wrist. He pressed it into the mouth, and the chilly tongue tipped repeatedly on the wound.
Before the fourth day, I never nurtured the body with blood, and I gnawed my teeth and looked cold. I saw that this dog caught his own wound and licked and bitten. The blood of a cup of tea was exhausted by him. He only took it. He grabbed his hair and shook it in his hand: "Have your mother sucked enough?"
Xu Pingsheng was originally a dead body, and was invaded by the fresh blood. His muddy eyes seemed to have been cleaned, and the single scorpion became a dark crow.
...he was branded with the mark belonging to the fourth.
On the fourth day, he had some fascination in his eyes, and his heart was slightly safe. He licked his face and asked his face: "Where is Xu Xingzhi?"
After a moment, he dumbly smashed a scorpion and struggled to find an important vocabulary in a ridiculous memory: "And the end of the mountain...and the end..."
"...and the end of the mountain?"
He chewed the place name: "The Jiuzhi lamp kept him in the end of the mountain? Where is the end of the mountain?"
Seeing that this person is faint and can’t say a sentence, he wants to pull him up and let him lead the way for himself, but when he just stands up and softens and squats back to the ground, he looks at it and finds it. His legs were broken for three cuts, twisted and broken in four directions.
... What is he smashing? !
卅 用 用 用 用 用 用 用 用 用 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕 撕Stepping on the sword body, Yu Jian rushed to the end of the mountain.
It was night, Wenxue dust hangs a night dew back to the Qingzhu Temple, but finds that the Jiuzhi lamp is sitting in front of the stage, still wearing Fengling Mountain, should be plain white clothing, but did not wear a crown, a long cloud of hair cloud pouring, eyebrows The color contained in the room seems to be somewhat painful, but under the circumstance, there is only numbness left.
When I saw Wen Xuechen, Jiuzhi Deng asked: "Where have you been?"
Wen Xuechen squatted for a few days and nights before picking up the handkerchief from a pine branch: "Nothing, just take a walk. What happened?"
Nine lights pinged: "Mother is gone."
Wen Xuechen’s eyebrows for a moment:
...the festival is sorrowful.

In the same year, since she went to Fengling to pick up the Jiuzhi lamp, the body of Mrs. Shiping Fengshi went from bad to worse. She was the insufficiency of falling from the fetus. When she gave birth to nine lights, she added a layer of disease. I can't remember the things, wake up and sleep in the day, like a thin cat who has lived in the following year.
She was so ill, so she went away and fell asleep.
The news came after the fourth trip.
Because Mrs. Shi had long been plausible, to avoid panic when things were coming, the coffin had been prepared for a long time, only waiting for someone to fill it up.
When the death came, there was no panic in the heart of Jiuzhi. He returned to the altar and sat silently for an afternoon with the gray-haired woman. Until late at night, she was sent to the squatting, waiting for the parking. Day, and then buried it in the soil, this life will not see each other again.
The disciples were busy dealing with the aftermath, and he slowly returned to Fengling Mountain in a panic, sitting in front of this stage, and he did not know what he was thinking.
When I saw Wen Xuechen, he mentioned the strength of his speech. He lifted his finger to Tongtianzhu, which stood at the gate of the mountain. He said: "When I left Fengling, my mother stood under the column and Liu Yunhe stood beside her. Holding on to her with the same token, forced me to go back to the altar."
Since that day, he has stepped into the abyss with his feet, clear and turbid, and turned into mud, and there is no possibility of turning back.
After returning to the altar, Liu Yunhe has never solved the same life symbol that he added to Mrs. Shi until the winter, when Mrs. Shi became ill and his life was dying, he was forced to unravel the curse.
Listening to the Jiuzhi Deng and mentioning the Liu Yunhe, Wen Xuechen was somewhat curious: "Who is he? I have never seen him."
Jiuzhi Lan laughs: "A living dead."
He has already let the special person take care of Liu Yunhe. Every morning, he goes to his cage and cuts a piece of meat from him. There is not much more, just a thin piece of flutter.
He was cut off for more than a year because of the elixir, but he still lived well.
From the beginning of his arrogance, he was so painful and unwilling to die, and he was crying to death. During this period, Jiuzhi Deng never went to see him once, and he did not intend to see him in the future.
He will be deeply impressed by the profound meaning of the words spoken by Jiuzhi.
"Is it alive, isn't it more than ten times more difficult to die?"
The Jiuzhi lamp stood up and said to Wen Xuexue: "...come in."
Wen Xuechen slid into the Qingzhu Temple with his obedience. He had just stopped the wheelchair before the main case, and the nine lights reached out to cover the cinnabar on the table. Wen Xuechen felt that everything in front of him was suddenly splashed with a thick ink. After a long wind rushed over, he opened his eyes, but before seeing it turned into a secular street: thousands of lights rushed into the eyes from the windows, the faces on the street were interlaced, and each face looked like That's really interesting. There is a unique sweet apricot flower in the air, which is moist and comfortable. The sound of selling, screaming and screaming, and noisy, and moving.
They stood in front of a tile house, a group of children jumped and chased each other after Wen Xuechen, and his wheelchair was turned and turned half a turn.
Wen Xuechen had a doubtful color and looked up at the Jiuzhi lamp, trying to find the answer from his eyes.
And he found it very quickly.
After entering the tile house, he saw a jade-carved little boy in the bedroom, laying a thick and soft bed like a cloud, holding him gently. On the small table next to the bed is a small bucket full of sawdust, and a pear-shaped right hand that is gradually rudimentary.
The child sleeps peacefully and quietly, just like here is his real home.
Wen Xuechen saw the child's eyebrows and contours, and all of them were narrowed down after Xu Xingzhi, and there is still no understanding.
The Jiuzhi lamp slowly opened: "After sealing its veins, it will lock the Yuan Ying and consolidate its shape, and the brothers will become like this."
Wen Xuechen waved the wheelchair to the front of the couch and looked at the cheeks that the child slept through the powder: "...Before the past, forget all about it?"
Jiuzhi Lan asked: "Have you heard of the ghost-washing technique of the ghosts?"
Wen Xuechen understood.
He nodded: "...forget it. From the beginning, nothing."
However, Wen Xuechen quickly remembered a question: "As far as I know, the Soulbringer is just pasting the original memory, and can't completely eradicate it. Then if he grows up, he will see his face and evoke the past. Memory, how should it be?"
The child seems to be sleeping hot, slang a word, measured the body, the right hand slipped out of the quilt, the wrist wrapped around a thick white gauze, apparently waiting for the new palm, and then re-installed.
The nine lights came up and gently put the hand back in the middle, carefully licking the corner: "The face he sees in his eyes will not be this face."
Wen Xuechen said again: "He has to have a new name."
"...Xu Ping." The Jiuzhi lamp almost ignored the name, and he blurted out the name. "Xu Xingzhi's Xu, the screen of the screen."
After all, he sat very lightly at the bedside, as if he was afraid that the bed would disturb the child’s dreams, and the voice would be lighter and he would have a lot of peace:
In the future, if there are any important things between the four doors, Come to me through the cinnabar."
He looked at Xu Xingzhi's sleeping cheek.
Because he has forgotten everything, there will be no more desperate look on his face. He is not Xu Xingzhi, but Xu Ping, his own Xu Ping.
When he was a child, he suffered a lot of pains. This time, he will let his brothers live a life of incomparable happiness and no dust.
Wen Xuechen watched the nine lights of Xu Xingzhi, but suddenly there was a word in his mind.
"The person of love is like a torch, going against the wind, there must be a burning hand."
Leaving the life of Xu Xingzhi, who has the ability of the world's books, is it a blessing or a jealousy?
Just look at the scene of Enron and peace now, who can make it clear?
At the same time, the things that happen in the wilderness are different.
The headless sea, the tide of the shore is like a broken snow splash, the beach is washed like a mirror-like flat, after the tide retreats, the rough sand filled with sea water is densely exposed.
A bone-finishing hand slammed out from a sea of ​​foamy foam, holding a large piece of sand in his hand.
After the tide receded, the beach was left with two breathable human figures that hugged tightly.
One of them floated with a faint protective body of golden light. Although the salty sea water rushed over and washed his nose and mouth, he could not enter it. He breathed safely and his body was white. The face rests with confidence and trust on the chest of another person.
The other person’s situation was much more embarrassing than him. He embraced the sleeping person, grasping the sand and slowly creeping ashore.
The sand and fingerprints left by him were washed away by the tidal waves that came from behind.
Until the whole body would not be submerged by the cold sea, Qu Chi only hugged the pottery, and turned his back to the sky, gasping with a big mouth, and the sea water ran down a string of his wetted hair.
Waiting for the almost frantic breathing to return to normal, Qu Chi looked at the sky without a moon, only a layer of light light, slightly smashed his head.
... Where is this?
……Who is he?
... Why did he come here?
A lot of sounds rang in his ear, but he couldn’t hear a voice. He couldn’t understand it. Even if he tried hard to listen carefully, he couldn’t even concentrate on his spirit. The sand worm that climbed sideways, and went to see the strange birds flying over the sky.
...What are these?
In a few moments, a low voice from the Huaizhong people pulled the spirit that he had been difficult to concentrate back to reality.
He coveted looking at the weak boy who was dressed in Zhu Yi like him. All the question marks in his mind were at this moment, turning into the first affirmative sentence.
He... is very important.
Can not be lost, to protect.
Very, very important.
Qu Chi can't figure out why this person is so important, but the body has reacted before his thoughts.
He hugged the young man who was trembling cold, but his body began to shake.
Like a nestling, he opened his eyes in a chaotic manner. Even though he was full of fear of the world in front of him, he instinctively opened his wings and maintained the unbroken egg on his side.
- Protect him.
In the tiger fleas thousands of miles away, the Zhou string lies in a narrow hill, and the straw is messy, which is obviously caused by painful struggle. Her chest is ups and downs, and the cold sweat slides down the cheeks. Even so, she still bites her arm around Zhou Beinan and makes a gentle smile: "Brother, don't worry about me, go. Outside... Disciples outside, you are afraid that it is difficult to support..."
Outside the swordsmen, the sound of the knives was cut and cut, and the strings of the Zhou dynasty repressed the sound of the gasps. Under the pressure of two phases, the sweat on the face of Zhou Beinan was more urgent than the Zhou string.
Zhou Xian advised him: "Brother, go."
Zhou Beinan smashed his teeth and carefully cut the hair of the Zhou string with sweat and sweat to his ear: "Small string, bear with me, I will come back with you soon."
In the words, Zhou Beinan shouted backwards: "Chengding, keep her well!"
The young man who used to be arrogant in the past is now in the mud-filled small cave. He can't stand up straight even in the station, but when he hears Zhou Beinan's order, he still has a sigh of anger: "Yes, brother! As long as Cheng Ding is in, the sister is safe and sound!"
As soon as the words were exported, Cheng Dingfang felt that this was a bit full. After Zhou Beinan turned around and went out of the hole, he chased it up again and lowered his voice. "Senior brother, sister, this... is this fast?"
Zhou Beinan glared at him, indicating that he had something to say.
Cheng Dingzhi said: "...I haven't learned it. My sister has just been eight months old. I listen to what people say, 'Seven live and not live...'"
Having said that, he also knows that his crow is mouthful, and he can't wait to smoke his own mouth.
Zhou Beinan was worried and listened to such unlucky words. Zhang mouth said: "You haven't learned me, my mother has learned?! What life is not living? I tell you, you will die if you die! You "
There is no medicine and no medicine in this wilderness. The most terrible thing is that they can't find a female disciple around them!
Zhou Beinan had been eager to get angry with this. Cheng Ding had no brains to ask the string that touched the most uneasy in his heart. He had his heart smashed at one time.
But before he could wait for him to make trouble, he heard the scornful comfort of Zhou Xian’s resentment:
The dust brother taught me before, I’m afraid, my brother...

Zhou Bei Nan Dun feels ashamed, and he is a big man, and he has to wait for the comfort of his sister to produce his heart.
He pulled out the steel rifle and made two mentions in his palm: "...wait me to come back."
Zhou Xian looked at the back of the Zhoubei Nanyue squatting meteor, and Cheng Ding 跪 returned to the side of Zhou Xian, and the hands that had never shaken the face of the Magic Road, now they have forgotten: "Sister..."
Zhou Xian smiled and put on the gestation of the pregnant belly, habitually comforted: "... don't be afraid."
This is what she said to Cheng Ding, and also to the fetus in the abdomen.
... don't be afraid, take your time.
Gradually, her clear and gentle smile cast a sorrowful sorrow.
Dust brother, she is coming, you know.
In the middle of the wilderness farther away, near the mountain, Meng Zhongguang was short and short, and he walked alone in the white grass and the wild smoke, and screamed: "Brother!"
The Jiuzhi lamp may be deceiving him, but what if the brothers are really there? If he didn't lie...
Meng Zhongguang wants to be more scared, shouting with a heavy cry: "Brother! The light is here, I beg you to come out... The light is no longer committed! The light swears no longer to force the brothers, no longer lie to the brothers!" Where the brothers go, the heavy light will follow... I beg you to come out-"
He seems to be a child who has been abandoned because of being naughty. He can only stumble in the night and desperately apologize to those who don't exist, and he wants to have a good heart.
Far away, he saw a flying birch band hanging between a low and dry tree.
That is the thing of the wind! !
He was happy in his heart and shouted "Brother" running wildly, but when he reached the dead tree, he suddenly straightened his eyes.
Next to the dead tree, there was a pool of water that was sour and sour. Two people extended their footprints to the waterhole, but they did not leave. The acid pool was surrounded by floating soil, and a large piece of floating soil fell down.
... Obviously, two people have been here, one person accidentally fell, the other person reached out to help, but surrounded by floating soil, rescued