Chapter 89: Zhongtianguanglun (1)

After four days, many things happened.
It is scheduled for four years and three months.
The original fairy road four gates fell, the magic road to kill the road, practice it and other ambitions, to win the door to the orthodox position.
April.
Xu Xingzhi woke up from the technique of washing the soul.
Since then, Xu Xingzhi's death, Xu Pingsheng.
In May, Guangfujun, who was imprisoned in the altar, was stubborn because of his temperament. A red tongue was almost stalking the people who guarded him, so that he was tortured by the people of the magic, and he was first released and then released. Bite, and then it was simply a sour water, which ruined his original face like a burning candle head after a night of burning.
However, this person was born with a bone, tortured and lost his tongue, and he was still able to glare at the people who came to see him jokes.
When I remembered this person with the nine lights, when I came to see it, I couldn’t recognize this person. It was the Guangfu Junyue Stream, which was harsh and proud on the Fengling Mountain.
Jiuzhi Deng looked at his broken face and silenced for a long time. He poured a bottle of strange poison with him, and squatted his arms and left it to the wild.
June.
Lin Haoxin, Tu Yiping and other four Danyang disciples faked the nine lights and tried to find the wild key, but Wen Xuechen found that several people were taken into custody.
The same is June.
In the wild, the pottery was bitten by the beasts, the wounds were festered, and the disease was not enough. It took a full two months to stay in the ground.
July.
Wen Xuechen asked the Jiuzhi Lan to ask for a wild key. He wanted to send someone to find out if Tao Hua, who is carrying the fragments of the world book, died, and how the situation of Qu Chi, who knows the real situation of the world book, is now.
After the Jiuzhi lamp gave the opening of the door of the wild door to Wen Xuechen, Wen Xuechen made the disciple carry the Lingmou mirror and explored it. It was confirmed that although Qu Chi and Meng Zhongguang and others converge, the mind has lost, and the foresight has forgotten most of the words and deeds. Everything is like a child, not enough.
As for Tao Yu, the disciple who came back to the report said that several people had been guarding the side of the tower for half a month and had not seen the whereabouts of this person.
Wen Xuechen only let go of his heart.
August.
Jiuzhi Lan issued an order, changed its name, and was easy to wear. He renamed the disciples to be called "mountain owners", and the name of the Lord was completely abandoned.
The important branch of the magic road headed by the red ancestors changed the purple robes worn by the past, and passed down the attire of the old four doors.
October.
The sixth batch of Demon disciples who Wen Xuechen sent out to explore the mountains failed. They searched for Dachuan Daze, and they could not find where the scattered Fengling and Danyang disciples were hiding.
November.
Meng Zhongguang, who was in the wild, made his first blood-sucking addiction.
The Heavenly Demon is a spiritual thing born in the heavens and the earth, and enjoys the innocent show by Yu Yu Enze. However, it is quite bitter and cold, and the aura is thin. Meng Zhongguang has entered the middle of it since he changed the lazy nature. In addition to looking for Xu Xing who may be somewhere in the wild, he is practicing wholeheartedly.
However, at the time of his great improvement, he was at the expense of loss and wisdom.
When the blood-sucking addiction first attacked, he was looking at the side of the fangs.
Meng Zhongguang ran out of the tower and killed a beast that passed by.
When he sipped the blood, he shuddered himself and slammed his head and thought, the brothers should not appear at this time, don't see him like this, it is too ugly.
December.
The world’s Tusu wine is new, and the streets and lanes are full of incense and incense.
The change of the door, the four-door change, and the sinister death of the wild people did not affect the joy of the world.
Day after day, month after month, thirteen years passed by.
Xu Xingzhi's spring bamboo shoots are like a wind and a long, from a soft little scorpion, grew into a youth like Qingyun Baihe.
He likes to hold an ordinary folding fan, wandering around the streets and lanes, wading the barn, drinking friends like clouds, and friends. The piano will be a little bit, and it will be a little bit, but unfortunately the five notes are incomplete; the book is read a lot, the kendo is learned, but unfortunately it is not refined.
In the thirteen years of losing his right hand, he still has a good taste and a good voice.
The dust is going to be a ash, and the days are as steady as the long flowing water, and it seems to last forever.
One day, he took his sister Xu Wutong to go out in the countryside. After playing a series of serial floats with broken tiles, he was lying on the grass on the edge of the pond, holding his head with one hand, looking up at the daylight, and the clouds were clear, thoughtful.
A long-haired girl dressed in a goose-yellow shirt squatted beside him, using a small stove brought with her body and a green plum branch to cook the wine.
Seeing Xu Xingzhi's daze, she softly asked: "What is your brother thinking?"
Xu Ping, or Xu Xingzhi, looked at the cloud and said: "...I have a dream."
The girl looked at him and waited for him to say the following. However, Xu Xingzhi said nothing afterwards, as if the dream was not too light, and it was not worth mentioning.
The girl did not continue to ask. After all, the nine lights have always been the character of the bottom line.
The Jiuzhi lamp did not take this matter to heart.
A few days later, when he turned into a syllabus and cleaned the study room for Xu Xingzhi, Jiuzhi Deng found a piece of Qingjiang paper on the Xuxing table. On the paper, the iron and silver hooks on the handwriting are very strong. At first glance, it is from the hands of Xu Xing.
At the beginning, the Jiuzhi lamp didn't pay attention to it. When some of the messy papers were layered, when he put it back on the table, he took a moment to turn around. When he passed a certain line on the paper, he was shocked. .
The word "Meng Zhongguang" is like three soldering irons. After burning in the flames, it was hard to put into his eyes. It hurt him that his throat collapsed and fell into his chair. Hard to say.
... How can the brothers remember Meng Zhongguang? !
This sinister has disappeared for thirteen years!
The brothers have forgotten the forefront, and everything they have seen and touched has been carefully selected by him. There is no such thing as a thing that will remind him of the old things of the past. Why does Meng Zhongguang look like this? Going back to their lives? !
This world is a huge lie that Jiuzhi Lan has carefully edited for Xu Xingzhi. The world's people, all of them are the formation of nine lights, he can let his own spiritual knowledge fall on any one person.
Therefore, after Xu Xingzhi’s nap regained consciousness, he unexpectedly found that his father, Xu Sanqiu, was sitting on the side of his bed and looked at him gently and coquettishly.
His relationship with his father is like a brother, so Xu Xingzhi did not swear, and he yawned after a long time: "Father, what?"
After yawning, he hangs a tear on his soft eyelashes. The father reached over and the action naturally wiped the tears with his fingertips: "Pinger, who is Meng Zhongguang?"
Xu Xingzhi’s slight meal immediately said:
Do you see my words?

"...how do you suddenly think about writing a book?"
Xu Xingzhi is not right: "I see the story of the overpass on the side of the bridge. If you write well, you can sell it very tightly. You can sell a few dollars."
"Noisy. Is the home missing your money?"
"Writing and playing." Xu Xingzhi was indifferent, but when he saw his father's face was not good, he quickly changed his tone. "If you are not happy, I will write these. I will not write it in the future."
The father sighed: "Reading well, it is the right way."
The ancient teachings of Xu Xingzhi’s profound family and everything, he sincerely stated:
Yes, yes, right.

The father saw Xu Xingzhi's smile and looked good. He raised his hand and stroked his hair: "...Meng Zhongguang is a special name. How do you think of it?"
Referring to this matter, Xu Xingzhi revealed the thought of the day on the river.
"...I had a dream a few days ago. I didn't remember anything after I woke up. I only remembered the name."
Xu Xingzhi silently mourned the words "Meng Zhongguang", only to feel that the name was pleasing and smooth, as if I had read it thousands of times in an unknown place: "...I think this name is quite good."
The father stared at him and looked extremely unhappy.
Xu Xingzhi coughed and immediately showed weakness: "No matter how good it is! Play with things, be careful!"
Listening to him, the father's facial muscles relaxed, indicating that he would get up quickly and wash, and he got up and walked outside the bedroom.
But when he walked to the door, he hesitated and hesitated. He turned and asked: "...Screen, what are the pieces of artifacts mentioned in your book that can open the door of the wild, where are they scattered?"
Xu Xingzhi's eyebrows are picking, and the flying look looks very tempting: "You have seen it there? It seems that I wrote it well.... You really want to know?"
Father said: "...is a bit of interest."
Xu Xingzhi spread his hand and said: "I didn't think about it. I will tell you when I think about it."
The father reached out and held the door frame and asked again: "What is the final ending of Meng Zhongguang?"
Xu Xingzhi casually wore socks: "It is an essay, so let him come out of the wild."
In the bamboo temple, listening to him simply said the cause and effect of the matter, Wen Xuechen's face also turned into iron blue: "He suddenly wrote these things?"
The Jiuzhi lamp only felt extremely troubled in the heart: "The brother said that he had a dream at night, and he was blessed to the soul. He didn't want to write a pen."
"You can ask what he really wants to write?"
Nine branches of light: "About wanting to write Meng Zhongguang rate everyone to escape the wild."
"Call him to stop the pen immediately!" Wen Xuechen said coldly, "Which mana has any mana in the world book, no one knows it so far, and he must not let him continue to write it down!"
Jiuzhi Deng answered: "I have done this."
As early as two days ago, when Xu Xingzhi was sleeping at the desk, the lampshade had not been well-matched, the lamp oil leaked out, the lamp was bursting with beans, and one or two sparks came out and fell on the paper. The fire spread and spread.
The loss of "Xu Yutong" was discovered in time, and Xu Xingzhi’s hair was not burned.
However, Xu Xingzhi’s half-length desk and the continued writing of a paragraph have been completely destroyed.
Even so, the Jiuzhi lamp is still a faceless face.
He knows that Xu Xingzhi is a human being, and Wen Xuechen does not understand.
Wen Xuechen asked: "... After the manuscript was burned, he quietly began to write?"
Nine lights are not bad, it is the default of Wen Xuechen.
The temperament of the brothers is like this, but if he is interested in things, he can't change his mind if he is forced to do so. The more he bans him, the more he is more interested. Moreover, the nine lights have been his father for many years, and he has always been lenient. Moderate, in case this reversal uses means, tough suppression, and provoke his suspicion, it is not good.
At this time, the Jiuzhi lamp actually remembered the Guangfu Jun who had punished the brothers in the past.
Although this method is rude, it has achieved remarkable results, forcing the brothers to complain, and when they see the pen, they will encounter the tiger and have no intention to write anything.
However, the brothers lost their memories, but they even forgot about this layer of fear.
Jiuzhi Deng asked: "Is there a change in the past?"
Wen Xuechen replied: "There was a disciple's return yesterday, saying that Meng Zhongguang is very safe.... But the most important thing now is how to deal with Xu Xingzhi."
The nine lights are sinking.
He knows the temperament of his brother. If he rises up to do something, it will only be counterproductive if he does something. If he is doing well, he will probably be half-conscious and boring.
He said: "...It is better to write it by him. The brother mentioned in it the thing about the wild key. If he continues to write it down, he can also know where the wild key position is hidden."
He thought that with Wen Xuechen's deliberate and cautious temperament, he would not be able to count everything into a comprehensive temperament, which would prevent him from taking this risky approach. Whoever thought that he would only agree after a brief thought: "...can."
Leaving the Qingzhu Temple, Wen Xuechen relied on the back of the wheelchair and seemed to be tired of rubbing his nose.
Thirteen years later, he originally turned the hair of the Qingzhong Tibetan cloud into a white hair. Under the sapphire crown, it showed a bit of elegance and snow.
When a disciple saw him sitting in front of the stage, he came to ask him: "Well, brother, are you okay?"
Wen Xuechen got out of his meditation and asked: "What can be done between the four doors, and it is necessary for the mountain owner to deal with it immediately?"
The disciple said: "Returning to the warm brother, there is nothing important in recent times."
Wen Xuechen asked again: "No?"
This person is also smart and intelligent. He listened to Wen Xuechen and asked the question twice. He understood it and thought about it. He said: "Returning to the warm brother, recently, a disciple saw a divergent Danyang disciple appearing in the area of ​​Shouyang Mountain. Someone has already investigated the matter."
But Wen Xuechen is not very satisfied with this answer: "Is there still?"
"And..." The disciple turned all the things around in his mind. "Right, there has recently been a rebellious blood sect, who is in the area of ​​Binyang, sucking blood and nourishing blood. The mountain owner has let us go. Follow up."
"The disciple who went to chase after him is his opponent?"
"This person has been repaired to the third stage of Jindan, and ordinary disciples are naturally difficult to deal with, however..."
"Well, go in and tell the mountain master." Wen Xuechen said, "You said that the blood sect has not been chaotic for so many years. At this time, there is a slap in the face. If the mountain lord does not personally punish him, he will inevitably have a crowd. And follow suit....but you don't want to mention that I let you pass the message, can you understand?"
The disciple listened to this command, and his heart was slightly embarrassed, but he changed his mind. Since he entered the mountain, Wen Xuechen followed the side of the mountain’s nine-segment lamp, and the affairs of the mountain owner are all trusting him. If you do not intentionally smother the four doors, you will be allowed to enter the hall.
At night, with Xu Xingzhi used rice in the illusion, Jiuzhi Deng only left the mountain gate.
After he left, Wen Xuechen swayed into the Qingzhu Temple and placed his hand on the cinnabar platform to promote the spiritual power.
Wen Xuechen knows that once there is something going out of the Jiuzhi lamp, he will do some spiritual power in the food and drink, so that Xu Xingzhi will go to bed early, otherwise if he is idle, go out and find a drinker to hang out, and the Jiuzhi lamp is not around. It is easy to reveal flaws.
For a long time, the Jiuzhi lamp was carefully and tailored by Xu Xingzhi. He created a Taoyuan Township and trapped him in it, calling him a thirteen-year dream.
Now, it is time to wake up this dream.
Wen Xuechen has been suspicious of the effectiveness of the Soulbring, and Xu Xingzhi now personally wrote the name of Meng Zhongguang, which undoubtedly touched Wen Xuechen's deepest layer of anxiety and jealousy.
- Is Xu Xingzhi already thinking about it?
If he really remembered the past, he must have already noticed the truth of the world, but he did not know what to do.
Prior to this, although Xu Xingzhi could not know the fact that he had a world book in his body, if the Jiuzhi lamp was blocked by his writing and writing, to Xu Xingzhi’s own intelligence, if he guessed one or two, then Everything is really rest.
These words are useless even if they are separated from the nine light strips.
The feelings of the Jiuzhi lamp will make him unable to distinguish between black and white, and prioritize.
For his staff, there are some things, Wen Xuechen should be responsible for his work.
He hides his breath and steps into the tile in a darkness.
There is a string of yellow flowers in the side of the courtyard. The flowers are clear and sultry.
The lights outside the courtyard wall were put into the small courtyard, blocked by the courtyard wall, and the courtyard was half-half, half dark and half bright.
Wen Xuechen follows this dividing line and slowly goes towards the middle of the house.
Did not spend much time, he came to Xu Xing's room.
The man was already asleep, and he was sleepless without any precautions, and he did not know what would happen next.
Wen Xuechen sat in front of the wheelchair that he had made for himself, and came silently to his side.
He does not hate Xu Xingzhi, but for the sake of the overall situation, this person is still dead more clean.
Thinking about this, he raised his robes and sleeves, and the sapphire roulette flew out and hung over the neck of Xu Xing. The roulette idling, as long as a little force is applied, it is enough to cut his head.
However, I do not know why, the roulette has turned over a hundred rounds, but Wen Xuechen has not been able to go. The heart that has not responded for a long time is also faintly painful. It is uncomfortable for his lips to be blue and purple. After shaking his fingers for a while, he bites his teeth again. Sleeve the sleeves and return the wheel to the sleeves.
Because of the spiritual power in his body, Xu Xingzhi still sleeps stunned and ignorant.
Wen Xuechen twisted his back and held the edge of the wheelchair. He pressed his chest and pressed his chest. When he was strong and steady, he looked at Xu Xingzhi, but he felt that his line of sight was blurred.
He was slightly stunned, raising his hand and rubbing his eyes, and found that his fingertips were stained with clear water.
Wen Xuechen yanked through the wheelchair and shook out of the house until he sat in the hall for a long time before he barely controlled his emotions.
No, he has to...
When I thought of killing Xu Xingzhi personally, Wen Xuechen had a bad stomach.
However, there is still a trace of reason to support and remind him. When he comes here, he can't easily walk through Xu Xingzhi, and then delay, what kind of things can happen.
After a little certainty, Wen Xuechen looked around the house, and there was a small amount of it.
Although it is a fantasy created by the Jiuzhi lamp, it still belongs to the territory of the four gates. In the past, Jiuzhi Lan was handicapped to him because of the complicated things.
The left and right warm snow dust is not good enough to easily leave the wind, and he has always been safe, and the key is placed on him, which is safe.
Wen Xuechen stroked a waist pocket and thought about it, then he returned to the house.
... He has a double-edged strategy.
Before returning to the bed, Wen Xuechen put the together and transferred the spiritual power to dispel the obstacles imposed on Xu Xing's face, revealing the true content.
In the past 13 years, Xu Xingzhi has mistakenly read the appearance of this Huamao Chunsong, only when he gave birth to a common face.
Immediately, Wen Xuechen condensed and gathered his spirits, and simply created a illusion of the illusion, without any hesitation, pushing Xu Xingzhi straight into it.
People sleep better and suddenly fall into a cold water, and the mind should be clearer.
Xu Xingzhi's eyelids bounced for a moment, just opened, Wen Xuechen suddenly put a white light in the array, stabbing the man with a low voice, sitting up and coming up.
In order to avoid unnecessary troubles, Wen Xuechen did not show up, only using the method of sound transmission, so he said: "...you are here."
It was just a heart attack. When Wen Xuechen opened his mouth, he felt that his voice was hoarse and weaker than ever. He grabbed his chest and pressed his two buttons to make some effort. The tone was deep: "...you must kill him." ""
Xu Xingzhi quickly calmed down: "Who is it?"
He replied: "Meng Zhongguang.
Just now, Wen Xuechen made a decision.
... He can put Xu Xingzhi into the wild!
This seems to be very risky, and after careful calculation, the results are very impressive.
Meng Zhongguang's current spiritual level is no longer the same. If he let it go, even if Xu Xingzhi does not write these things, it will cause big trouble sooner or later.
With his current cultivation, who can not know how to get close to his body and win his life, who else in the world besides Xu Xing?
In the wild, I know exactly that Xu Xingzhi has a world book, only one of them. However, the people who have been investigated have returned, the memory of Qu Chi has been lost, the mind has been lost, and everything happening on Danyang Peak has been forgotten. Net, the decision will not affect his plan.
All in all, the assassination of Rucheng, Jiuzhi Lan’s confidant Meng Zhongguang will disappear.
If the assassination fails, Xu Xingzhi will enter the wilderness with the mortal body, and he will die.
Either way, it is good for the nine lights and the current four doors.
In order to seek for perfection, when Xu Xingzhi did not find out, Wen Xuechen coined a simple memory that Meng Zhongguang was blamed for four evils and endangered the "original master." Moisture was silently input into his mind, so that he could help him to make up his mind as soon as possible. .
After a few words, Wen Xuechen sinks his heart and sighs, raises his hand and throws the wild key in the line, illusion of the gray semi-circular light door, and meditates a place that is most suitable for Xu Xingzhi.
... That Yuexiyun, isn’t it always like to see Xu Xingzhi as a skeleton, want to kill it and then fast?
Even if he is now mad and demented because of drugs, he is in the middle of the wilderness and feeds on human flesh. Wen Xuechen also feels that he should satisfy his small care.
There was a rain in the wild, and the haze was washed away.
Meng Zhongguang just finished a search for nothing and returned to the tower. He only felt guilty and boring.
He sat in front of the tower, leaned against the sword and listened to the creek, and went out for a half-day until the "night" in the wilderness came. He stood up from the moss-covered creek, and he rolled his entire wrinkled clothes and walked away. .
Yuan Ruqiu just came out of the tower at this time. Seeing him heading northwestward, he couldn’t help but ask: "Is it coming back, is it going to leave?"
Meng Zhongguang did not return to the ground: "I just want to distract my heart."
He trudged in the wild, just like every day and night in the thirteen years.
Ordinary people are distracted, and the choice is nothing more than a stream of mountains and rivers, and a waterfall. But it is probably a cruel scene that has become accustomed to the wild and strong food. Meng Zhongguang walked to a Tibetan corpse located in the northwest of the tower.
... where there is no brother, everything grows the same, there is no difference.
In the wild, everyone has their own place to live. Just like Meng Zhongguang, in order to let the brothers find the direction of going home as much as possible, and painstakingly, the giant tower of a high-removable star was built in the middle of this wilderness.
It is the same from the closure of the mountain outside the tower, and the corpse of the 30-mile tower.
After entering the wilderness, Meng Chongguang only looked for his brothers with one heart. He never took the initiative to find the troubles of the people around him. The owner of the corpse here was also a ghost, and it was difficult to see its shadow, and the owner of the mountain who came to the tower to find the shackles at that time. In comparison, it is so quiet that Meng Zhongguang has almost never seen an object with activity in the corpse.
However, today's Meng Zhongguang, through the faint light of the sky, rarely saw the unrecognizable, mountain-like master in the corpse.
He squatted on the corpse, surrounded by blue squirts, ghostly, naked and muddy back aimed at Meng Zhongguang, two long razors instead of arms, double-knife, the chest of fresh corpses in front of you Open, pierce the heart still pulsating in the body, bite in the mouth and chew, screaming.
Meng Zhongguang is the current dust-free generation. Although this monster looks fierce, it does not pose any threat to him. It is just that he only wants to distract himself. He does not want to provoke the right and wrong, he will turn his pace and intend to leave.
Just as his eyes passed over the corpse, the right arm of the corpse being smashed was unable to fall down and landed on the corpse.
- The wrist is covered with a finely carved wooden hand.
For a moment, Meng Zhongguang only felt that the wooden hand came alive.
It explored the chest and opened a large hole with ease. It accurately found the position of the heart and pinched it into a ash.
He didn't know how he came to the side of Xu Xing's side. When he was shaking his body and shaking his body, and wiping the blood of the man, Meng Zhongguang was obsessed.
He hoped that the people of thirteen years would lie in his arms and become a bone with a specific temperature and disintegration.
... Meng Zhongguang feels that he is probably dead.
However, why did the dead yell like a madman?
Why can the dead be sorrowful like this?
Why do the dead people hurt like this?
He was stunned by the deep, cold, darkness, dragging all the way into the wet mud. In the thought of extinction, despair, and chaos, there is a voice that is getting stronger and stronger.
No, he doesn't accept it. He would rather die than accept it.
Even if that method is used...
Yes, yes, and that method!
It’s easy to suppress the spiritual power of madness and expansion. Meng Zhongguang raised his scarlet eyes and looked around. He saw that all the corpses in the corpse were smashed and the sky was slightly sunk. The thin cloud seems to be forced by the spiritual force to cover the corner of the light wheel.
Meng Zhongguang tried his best to restrain the thoughts of frenziedness, and put down the corpse that had already succumbed to the breath in his arms. He walked into dozens of steps and walked out, snoring, breathing, and integrating the body and mind. After one time, both hands quickly formed on the chest, and the golden light of the fingertips overflowed. The Flint star formed an extremely complicated figure in the void, and it was too full and overflowing.
However, in an instant, there will be a rush of fire, and he will be swallowed up in an instant.
When he opened his eyes again, he did not see the surrounding scenery. A sputum spurted out, and the inside was burning, burning like a charcoal fire, and he only wanted to faint.
However, he struggled to look up, only to see that the light wheel was in the hollow, the thin clouds did not gather, and about ten miles behind him, it was the tower that he had left.
- He returned to about a musk before.
Taoist tactics, save thousands of strange, there are hundreds of strange, in which the mystery is different.
There is a law called "Broken Ke."
In the legend about Rotten Keshan, the coward only watched a game in the mountains, but the world has turned over a thousand years. This is related to the change of time, only to get this name.
This array of functions is simple, in short, it is the anti-Japanese transition to the moon, backwards time, need to be quiet and intelligent, follow the past, in a certain moment in the past, open a door to the knowledge of the body, back to the past With all the hopes.
This rotten squad method is extremely embarrassing and extremely difficult. It can only be set for one time. It can only be changed after one door. After this door is fixed, it can no longer be changed, and the user’s request is at least superimposed on the completion of Yuan Ying’s perfection. After years of hard work and self-cultivation, he was never able to succeed in his career.
In addition, the most difficult and dangerous part of this battle is that the painter needs to reverse all the loads and causes and effects caused by the time and space, and the result is tantamount to self-immolation.
It was just that I had to go back a short fragrant time. Meng Zhongguang felt that the five internal organs were sore and fried, and even heard the burning sound inside the body.
His face and body showed a mottled burnt remnant.
But where can he care about this?
Meng Zhongguang almost earned a life and rushed toward the Tibetan corpse.
Under such a large array, his body was greatly damaged, and he could not condense his mana. He could only rely on one pair of legs, and his feet were shallow and shallow, and he rushed toward the rotted mosquitoes.
Far away, he saw a man rushing out of the corpse, followed by a razor monster that had just been slaughtered into a mud of mud.
Meng Chongguang rushed to the brothers, and screamed when he was far away: "Brother! Brother!"
However, his vocal cords were blown, the burning was unbearable, and the loud shouts were also suppressed in the eyes of the blind man. Xu Xingzhi could not hear it at all, only flew forward.
Enduring the pain of a few bursts of lungs, Meng Zhongguang bit his teeth and rushed toward Xu Xingzhi.
When I saw myself, Xu Xingzhi’s step was obviously stopped. The dagger in the palm of his hand raised a mention. It seems that he should consider whether he should deal with him, or the monster that is waving a razor and roaring behind him.
Apparent to the eyes of the brothers, Miao Zhongguang knew that he was frightened by his own appearance. He could only wave his hand and mute: "Run!"
Hey, he exhausted his whole body and rushed into the face with the razor monster.
Meng Zhongguang was completely crazy. He has nothing to do with the monsters, crazy and melee, how much the body has been cut by the razor, and it is impossible to remember until a hand grabs his waist and will completely pull away from the monster. He is still silent. He kicked and shed tears, and let the burnt flesh fall from his body. He was also unaware.
It wasn't until a familiar voice sounded that he saved him from the turbulent turmoil of despair: "Okay, well, it's dead, don't make trouble, obey."
Meng Zhongguang looked at the monster falling on the ground, his neck tilted back at an impossible angle, and the throat and neck bones had to be cut off.
Xu Xingzhi, who had just been smashed out of the heart by this monster, saw the unrecognizable person staring at the monster body. It was inevitable that he would give birth to some pity, regardless of his horrible scars. He warmly comforted him: "Hey, die." It’s really dead.

Meng Zhongguang slowly turned around, greedy and heartache looked at Xu Xingzhi. After a long while, he plunged into the arms of Xu Xing and burst into tears without warning.
... too painful, brother. Heavy light is too painful...
Xu Xingzhi was stunned by his unscrupulous cry. After returning to God, he was crying and laughing. He wiped his tears for him: "What are you crying? You are human, right?"
Meng Chongguang was already confused and fluttered in the arms of Xu Xing. He nodded for a moment and shook his head for a while.
After the severe pain, he was finally surrounded by great happiness. The soft, furry happiness was as solid as it was, holding his head gently, pulling him to the warm and comfortable gentle town.
Meng Zhongguang leaned in the arms of Xu Xing, his head hangs down, and he lost consciousness.
"...feed? Hey!"
Xu Xingzhi turned his head and found the Tongtian Giant Tower standing in the southeast direction.
He frowned, as if he had thought of something, put the dagger that had not been used in the sheath into the sheath, and inserted it back into his waist. The wooden hand was placed on the waist of the person who had burned all over the body. He pulled his flesh around him. The arm of the piece of coke off, around the neck, put him on the back.
He can't leave this person who is seriously injured.
I have to find a place with him to settle down, and then I will try to get rid of Meng Zhongguang and return to my father and sister.
The tower in the distance looks at its repair style, which is almost the same as the tower he saw in the world. Maybe he can find some news there.
Xu Xingzhi took a deep breath and walked toward the tower.
Meng Chongguang only felt that he was falling into the cold and damp fog. He was tired of being unable to move his body and was wrapped in a familiar body temperature. He was so comfortable that he could not wait to whisper.
When the temperature of the body disappeared, he woke up a lot, and when he opened his eyelids, he reached out and grabbed the sleeve of the man: "Don't go."
Xu Xingzhi groaned and smiled: "Wake up? I am going out for a trip..."
The two had just stepped out of a jungle. Xu Xingzhi was a little tired, and he wanted to stop and drink some water. He found a cave near Linxi. Whoever wanted to put people down, he woke up.
Meng Zhongguang’s tears will flow down and repeat:
Don’t go.

"I am going to give you some water." Xu Xingzhi looked at his pitiful appearance, and his heart was half-hearted. "Washing the wound, you can also drink two."
Meng Zhongguang returned to normal senses. He heard the sound of the stream that was only a few feet away, and then let go of his heart. The fingers that were painful were released, and they squatted on the edge of the rock, waiting for the owner to return home. The baby dog ​​looks like.
Xu Xingzhi smiled and carefully covered the robe that had been worn on Meng Zhongguang, and he was afraid to catch him.
Meng Zhongguang only felt that his body was tired and weak. After his brother left, his head was heavy, not a moment, and he fell into a layered dream uncontrollably.
He did not have a nightmare this time.
The dream is filled with the breath of the brothers. The warmth makes him refuse to leave. He only wants to linger in his life and never leave.
... As for the brothers who are covered in blood and are taken to the heart by the razor monster, they must be just a dream.
Meng Zhongguang did not know how long he had slept. He only knew that this was the time when he entered the wilderness and slept the most, the best, the sweetest. The spiritual power that had been consumed was constantly regenerating, abundant, and refilling him. body of.
When Meng Chongguang noticed something wrong and braved the cold sweat, he noticed a serious problem:
... The brother said that it is to pick up the water, how can it go so long?
Soon, Meng Zhongguang found Xu Xingzhi who was bitten in the forest.
A bone snake that was eroded only with a head left. When the brother-in-law leaned over the jungle and took the water, he swam out of the forest and bit his neck.
Meng Zhongguang quietly lingered among the muddy soil of the forest, squatting on the body of Xu Xingzhi. The dark sun looked like something, but when you look closely, you can find that he is not watching anything.
He stared at a vain, his lips trembled.
He was only confused and dizzy. It was only until now that he realized that there was no spiritual flow in the brothers.
The words that the Jiuzhi lamp said 13 years ago turned around in his ear, but it was clear and horrible.