I went to the temple after traveling through time, and he turned out to be a monk!

By coincidence, Zhuo Yao found a nest of rabbits not long after he went out today. The hunting process was unimaginably easy.

When I came back, I heard the messy noises of the people in the boat.

Meng Ying is not done yet!

He must have done it on purpose!

Xiao Yang was still wary of Zhuo Yao as always, and Zhuo Yao stopped making trouble. He held his sword and stood guard at the door.

He didn't want to fight Xiao Yang, he wanted to save his strength and wait for Meng Ying to come out and kill him!

Who knows how furious he was during this waiting process!

Until Meng Ying came out, her clothes slightly open and her face full of contentment.

Zhuo Yao suddenly became angry and thrust his sword towards him. Meng Ying, with quick eyes and quick hands, pulled out Xiao Yang's sword and blocked the dangerous sword intent.

"Watch somewhere else?" Meng Ying asked him.

Just what Zhuo Yao wanted!

The two of them fought and fought their way into the woods.

Zhuo Yao was going crazy, punching hard and drawing blood, as if he wanted to vent all the resentment he had accumulated over the years.

Meng Ying was somewhat invincible, but she could barely hold on until Xiao Yang's sword broke under the Fairy Whale Sword in Zhuo Yao's hand.

Meng Ying was lying on the ground, panting heavily, her clothes were in tatters, but she laughed out loud, "My brother lost!"

"I don't have a brother like you!" Zhuo Yao thrust the sword into the side of Meng Ying's face, turned his back to Meng Ying, and sat next to him.

"Well, Sa Lan lost!" Meng Ying corrected.

These words still made Zhuo Yao crazy. He didn't want to admit that Meng Ying was his childhood brother Salan, but hearing him say it himself made him extremely uncomfortable.

He was awkward and contradictory, and couldn't say a complete sentence to Meng Ying for a long time, "You... are so damn sick! You said you... ugh... are annoying to death!"

Seeing him like this, Meng Ying laughed loudly while lying on the ground, "How long have we two brothers not fought like this?"

"A few years..." Zhuo Yao fell silent.

"How great! I can still have a fight with you like this." Meng Ying sighed inexplicably, "You have trained your bones extremely well..."

"Ha..." Zhuo Yao disdained his compliment.

"Ayao..." Meng Ying suddenly called him, calling him as affectionately as she did when she was a child.

Zhuo Yao: "..."

He didn't respond, just waiting for the next step, his heart pounding.

Meng Ying swallowed, her eyes filled with mist, "If...my brother can't go back...can you take care of her for my brother..."

Unexpectedly, he said such words, Zhuo Yao immediately became angry, "Huh? Take care of your own woman! Have some backbone, okay?"

Meng Ying slowly held on, straightened up, and faced Zhuo Yao, "Brother is incompetent and destined to let down many people. I know that I have sincerely abandoned you siblings. I also know that this is called shamelessness, but brother has no one else." You can beg. With your father’s prestige in the military, you will definitely be able to survive this chaos..."

The more Meng Ying talked, the more helpless she became.

There was a click, as if something was broken.

Zhuo Yao felt that Meng Ying would not say such words. His brother Salan should always be proud...

He knows everything and can solve everything. Following him makes him always look forward to it.

But he never expected to hear such cowardly words from Meng Ying!

Zhuo Yao smiled coldly, which was even more heartbreaking than being betrayed by him!

The light he was chasing was gone.

The person he hated was gone too.

So what should he pursue in the future of his life?

There is a big, big emptiness in my heart.

"Meng Ying, brother Salan, you have become boring..."

Zhuo Yao stood up holding his sword, and left slowly step by step.

Meng Ying raised her head and looked at the rays of sunlight shining under the shade of the trees. Her heart was like these dense cracks, leaking vitality.

Has he become boring?

Seems to be.

Can people who are waiting to die be boring?

He sat in the woods for a long time, until the sky grew dark, and then he slowly returned.

When I got back, the pots were all set. It was rabbit meat that I had hunted, plus unknown herbs.

There are also some strange spices, some found on the ship and some picked in the woods.

Bai Zhi became angry when she saw Meng Ying, "Where have you gone? I'm so anxious! I thought you were taken away by some monster!"

Meng Ying smiled slowly at Bai Zhi, "It's only been a while, but Madam misses Sa Lan so much?"

He looked ambiguous, and Bai Zhi blushed, "Come on! It's time to eat!"

Bai Zhi always likes to eat hot pot, and she likes this kind of excitement. Xiao Yang still failed to serve it, and Bai Zhi kept picking up food for him.

The firelight was warm and radiant, flickering on and off, the wood was burning sizzlingly and smoking, making people dodge left and right.

A gust of wind blew away, and the firewood smoke choked Bai Zhi to tears. Meng Ying hugged her over and gently wiped her tears.

Once upon a time, he longed for such beauty.

It’s just a family, no one is lacking, sharing a pot of hot soup.

I also want it now, but I feel like I can’t achieve it.

Today's meal seemed like a reunion, but Bai Zhi felt extremely dull. Zhuo Yao ate while holding his breath, Zhuo Ling ate quietly, and Xiao Yang ate in a deserted manner.

The Imperial Master seemed to be numb, eating bite after bite, swallowing without emotion.

Zhuo Hong lowered his head, and no one could see his expression clearly.

There was sadness in Meng Ying's eyes that she couldn't dissolve.

The Imperial Master finished eating and left, putting the bowls and chopsticks aside without saying a word.

Zhuo Hong looked at the retreating figure of the Imperial Master and hesitated to speak. The smoke from the firewood blew towards him, making him blush. He put down his chopsticks and wiped away his tears.

After wiping and wiping, he suddenly burst into tears.

Everyone was stunned. Zhuo Ling hurriedly put down his bowls and chopsticks, his eyes filled with distress, "Ahong, what's wrong?"

"Sister! Sister! I'm not a good brother!" Zhuo Hong sobbed helplessly.

Zhuo Hong has grown much taller than he has in two or three years, but he looks thinner. His shoulders tremble when he cries, which is very pitiful.

Zhuo Ling's face was full of doubts, "What's going on? Why are you unhappy when you're doing well?"

He said, "Sister, if I can't carry on the inheritance of the Zhuo family in the future, will you abandon me?"

Zhuo Ling didn't realize what he was talking about and asked, "Why can't you continue the family line? Is it because you're not feeling well?"

Bai Zhi thought about how he looked at Yu Jing's back just now, and had a bold guess in her heart. He might not like Yu Jing!

But she didn't say it out loud, and there was no reason to guess.

Zhuo Yao frowned, "What are you talking about! If you don't feel well, just tell me earlier! Brother Chenjing will find a good doctor for you when you get back!"

"Can we still go back? The Imperial Master is so heartbroken! How to go back!" Zhuo Hong roared, "What will we do if the undercurrent of the autumnal equinox does not subside next year? We will be trapped on this island for the rest of our lives! I don't want to. Live your life like this!"

Bai Zhi heard his roar and her heart beat rapidly.

She looked at Meng Ying, who stared at Zhuo Hong blankly, as if she agreed with what he said.

Another crazy one!

Crazy! Crazy! Everyone is crazy!

Bai Zhi looked at them with another huge feeling of powerlessness.

Seeing them all despairing, Bai Zhi felt that this was not possible.

She had to do something. If she maintained the status quo, instead of waiting for them to starve to death, they would also have to die in this helpless loneliness.

Bai Zhi gritted her teeth and thought about this problem all night!