A five-year-old junior sister, she is the group favorite of four crazy critics

Zuiyun Tower.

As soon as Qi Youqing entered the private room, he noticed a burning gaze staring at him, as if the gaze wanted to see through him.

He looked up and saw a face so familiar that he wanted to slap it. The man was staring at him.

And his little junior sister sat obediently on the stool, raised her hand and pointed at the boy next to her, then nodded her head quietly.

Beiwan: Fourth brother’s brain isn’t working very well.

Meng Shiwu seemed to have telepathy and turned his head at the right time.

The little girl quickly withdrew her hands, held the hot milk in front of her with both hands, lowered her head and drank quietly, very well-behaved.

Meng Shiwu was confused: he always felt like someone was teasing him behind his back!

Qi Youqing raised his eyebrows, ignored the perceptive fool, and found a seat to sit down.

He asked Bei Wan in a calm voice, "Why did you bring him here as well?"

Bei Wan hasn't answered yet.

Meng Shiwu slammed the table and stood up: "What's wrong? I can't come? You want to isolate me! You want to bully the sect!"

Bei Wan looked at the furious Fourth Senior Brother, was silent for a moment, and said to the Third Senior Brother: "He is a little emotionally unstable right now."

Qi Youqing was emotionally stable, not affected by Meng Shiwu at all: "I can see that you are even more unstable than before."

As he spoke, he took out a few fruits from his storage bracelet and placed them in front of Meng Shiwu without any haste or delay and with an incredibly stable expression.

"Eat it!"

Every move and every sound sounded just like an adult coaxing a three-year-old child who was making a fuss.

Bei Wan lowered his head to drink the hot milk and didn't look at Fourth Senior Brother, because if nothing unexpected happened, Fourth Senior Brother would probably explode.

But she forgot one thing.

Looking at the boy who was about to explode, he rolled up his sleeves and opened his mouth to spray.

Qi Youqing put down the teacup in his hand. A little mist hung on his long and thick eyelashes because of the evaporation of heat. His cold eyes became a little moist. He looked at Meng Shiwu quietly and gave two calm orders.

"Quiet."

"eat."

Meng Shiwu only felt that there was a mysterious force forcibly controlling him. He actually lost the desire to curse. He even picked up the fruit obediently and opened his mouth to eat it! !

A familiar memory of grief and anger seemed to be breaking out from the depths of memory.

The little girl, drinking the hot milk, then remembered that her third senior brother was a word master, and he used this to deal with her fourth senior brother.

Although it is a bit simple and brutal, we have to admit that it is indeed the most worry-free and effective method.

It had been a long time since I last saw my third senior brother. The little girl unconsciously moved closer to him and looked up at him with her little head tilted up.

Qi Youqing's eyelashes trembled slightly. He noticed the little girl's stare at him, but he did not look at her. Instead, he let the little girl stare at him.

"Do you see anything?"

The little girl looked at him with bright eyes: "Brother, you look good again."

Before, Third Senior Brother only had a cold temperament, the kind of high-class flower who was ignorant of the world, but now...

There was a bit more murderousness in the Third Senior Brother's aura, as if he was enduring something but once he took action, he could dye the entire ice field red with blood. However, such a person was more gentle and patient when facing his fellow disciples.

Listening to the praise from his junior sister, Qi Youqing couldn't help but chuckle and spoke in a much gentler voice: "Our Bei Wan has also become much stronger."

When the little girl heard her senior brother praising her strength, her eyes lit up and she was very happy.

The atmosphere between the brother and sister was harmonious and warm, but it was suddenly broken by a fruit that suddenly hit them.

The young man sat lazily on the chair. There was a small pile of fruits on the table in front of him. He supported his cheek with one hand and chewed the fruits slowly. There was a hint of irritability and displeasure in his brow. He crossed his legs and shook them slowly.

He was holding a fruit in his right hand and tossing it up and down, and it seemed that he wanted to throw the fruit at them.

Meng Shiwu swallowed the fruit and said silently: Untie it!

Bei Wan was slightly stunned. The young man in front of him seemed to coincide with his fourth senior brother at this moment. It wasn't the appearance that was the same, but the feeling and soul that he had, that was both good and evil and could stab you to death with a smile.

Before he had no memories, Meng Shiwu was clean and pure, righteous, and had the purest sense of justice of a young man. Even if he had some small calculations and little thoughts, he would not be so evil.

In fact, Bei Wan still didn’t quite understand why Fourth Senior Brother would slice himself into slices, but Qi Youqing knew.

He looked at the young man who already had some of the original Mo Yan's personality, and he let out a silent sigh in his heart.

The young man sitting in front of him was the part that Mo Yan voluntarily retained, retaining some of his previous positive emotions.

And if the soul abandoned by Mo Yan is not controlled by anyone, it will most likely float and wander around the entire continent, find a body to invade, and then grow into an uncontrollable evil creature.

Faced with this junior brother who was so timid that he wanted to use this opportunity to escape, Qi Youqing chose to help him again and integrate him back together completely.

If Mo Yan can overcome this hurdle, there will be no obstacles in his cultivation in the future. He will have suffered all the hardships in this life after his previous life, and will be able to rise to prominence from now on.

If you don't get over this hurdle, the incomplete soul, the soul that doesn't like its own soul, will eventually dissipate between heaven and earth over time.

Qi Youqing knew that Mo Yan was miserable, and Mo Yan felt sad.

But who among those who cultivate immortality doesn’t have their own inner demons? Death can put an end to everything and put an end to everything.

But... does Mo Yan really want to die?

Qi Youqing knew that Mo Yan didn't want to.

Perhaps when facing the death of his mother and the loss of his own cultivation, Mo Yan really wanted to end his own life, but with his intervention, and later when Mo Yan began to practice the power of Yue Ci, this idea has probably weakened a lot.

If he really wanted to die, he would not have dispersed his soul at the last moment.

After all, the sect, the master, the brothers and sisters-in-law have occupied the vast majority of his heart. For a young man who grew up in adversity, he just had the urge to escape temporarily because too much suffering hit him at the same time.

Could it be that his family members were just trying to escape temporarily, so they encouraged him to die, believing that death would bring him relief?

That's what's really sick!

Living is the kingly way.

"Bei Wan, get ready. I'm going to unlock the spell of words." Qi Youqing transmitted the message in secret, reminding the little girl to be ready.

After the little girl expressed that she was ready, Qi Youqing cut off his own spiritual power.

At that moment, the boy's voice crackled and exploded in his ears continuously.