system binding error

The beautiful scenery of the four seasons changes in turn. Now it is the scorching hot summer. I don’t know which family’s hot-blooded man slaughtered the monster. The thick bloody smell passes through the branches and leaves and spreads in the air.

Mozheng sat in the room holding the bamboo slips, and rested his fingers on the wrist of the dead man who had occupied his bed for a long time. In fact, the cold and heat have not invaded him for a long time, but the weather is hot, and his heart is naturally not happy. They didn't invade the human body, but Huarongmian and Guiliu, who had been sunburned outside, were not so lucky. They were sluggish, frowning, and couldn't even growl and laugh.

But this person's body seemed to be getting colder and colder, and it was like winter in the scorching summer.

Scattered utensils were placed on the red sandalwood table, silently spread out the bamboo slips and put them on the wooden stand, took a pen and dipped it in ink, and wrote twelve characters on the diabolo piece: the first day of June, Chiwu, The deceased was normal.

He put his things aside, pulled up his long hair, opened his clothes slightly, and hung the sheepskin map on the table on the wall. He planned to go to the small pond outside to water the flowers, and waited until he returned to the house with a small wooden bucket to water himself When the pot of emerald white tan was on the table, there was a soft "Huh" sound suddenly.

The man in purple was pale, and was sitting at the table looking at the bamboo slips he had spread out. He raised his head to look at the map, then turned his head to look at Mo Zheng, his expression didn't change, and he didn't say anything.

Not a soul.

Mo Zheng's heart moved, he put down the small wooden bucket, scooped up water and poured Bai Tan, pretending not to see it, but Su Huaijing sat on the chair and looked at him quietly, and said slowly: "Yi Qing, what are you doing?" When will you be back?"

His voice was very clear, unhurried, and the sun was still bright, shining through him to nowhere.

"I don't know either." Mo Zheng smiled, with a gentlemanly demeanor, he seemed to have no reaction to Su Huaijing's waking up, his eyes turned to the bed, the corpse was still lying quietly, he pondered for a moment, He said with a smile, "He is right, you are indeed an interesting person, and you are indeed surprising."

Su Huaijing didn't speak anymore, he stood up, sat quietly on the edge of the bed and looked at his body, too much time had passed, fortunately he was about to wake up.During this period of time, he has been in a deep sleep in order to wake up earlier, but the system has always existed, which probably told him about the relationship between Mozheng and Yi Qing.

Since Mo Zheng is Yi Qing's old friend, and Yi Qing came to ask him to take care of him, it is obvious that even if the friendship between the two is not friends, it is also a related party that can benefit.But at the same time, it also shows one thing, the result he least expected has appeared—Yi Qing has changed back to the original Yi Qing, and the situation may be worse than this, if Yi Qing only wanted to see Shangyun If anyone in the world dies, then he is probably going to make a big deal this time.

When he was living in seclusion, Yi Qing had exposed his shortcomings to him. His incomplete soul could not last long. To him, Yi Xuan was like a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

What's interesting is that three years of seclusion made Yi Qing very weak.

The system hopes that he can help Yixuan reach the peak. In fact, it has been an unsolvable puzzle from the beginning. What kind of peak is called a peak. Without standards, there will be no results; including whether he can become a mortal again, the system has no idea. Give a definite answer, just say you can try.

Su Huaijing was not unaware of this, but he still decided to step in.

If a person has no beliefs and no dreams, he will naturally have no fear. The only thing that keeps him back and makes him want to return to his hometown are his relatives and friends, and his few thoughts.But now, Su Huaijing just wanted to know if she, who had died once, had become Yi Qing's concern.

Only those who have concerns will have a bottom line.

With his bottom line, many things will be much more convenient.

Although Su Huaijing couldn't feel the fiery love, and couldn't experience all the pain and happiness that love brought, but he was very clear about the difference between these emotional changes.

Yi Xuan loves him, that is the childish admiration of young people, it is not so much love, it is better to say that it is a kind of affection kneaded by admiration, liking, and pursuit, if there is no response, nothing to change, naturally it will not To Su Huaijing, this kind of favor has no meaning, but it has no loss, so he doesn't care.

But Yi Qing is different, Yi Qing's feelings are like raging fire, extremely hot, love is love, hate is hate, deep and obvious.He has deep feelings of guilt and reminiscence towards his father, which is so deep that he can show a fragile and weak demeanor in front of Su Huaijing.

Such an indestructible shell has an overly soft heart.

He was always hesitating whether his indifference did not meet the standards of normal people, but Yi Qing made him give up being normal, but Yi Qing's own emotions were extremely normal.

So Su Huaijing wanted to know what Yi Qing thought of him, and he wanted to feel the change in his feelings through Yi Qing.

He wanted to experience real love.

"I'm about to wake up." Su Huaijing said calmly, "Thank you for the medicine, but the blood worms like not long ago are unnecessary."

Wake up soon?

That means the form has not awakened yet.

Su Huaijing's figure gradually disappeared, and the blood worm crawled out from Mo Zheng's collar, clung to him docilely, and made a few low-pitched calls, Mo Zheng pinched the red blood worm thoughtfully, pointing With a knife, he gently cut open the blood worm's belly, pinched it with his hand, and the blood dripped down his fingers into the empty teacup.

Phoenix Nirvana, this is not the case, but apart from Phoenix Nirvana, Mozheng can't think of any other way to revive a person whose vitality has been cut off.

And the form just now is not a soul, but it can be condensed into a solid body, clearly invisible, but has outlines, just like an illusion of the water moon mirror flower.

But illusions change with people's hearts. Mo Zheng knows nothing about this person. He never thought that this man, who looks almost stern and cold, would be so calm and without sorrow or joy. look like.

So it's not an illusion.

Mo Zheng is not too sure about whether it is a pure stream or a still water flowing deep.

"Mr. Mo."

Suddenly there was a well-behaved voice from outside, Mo Zheng came back to his senses, put the shriveled bloodworm corpse back on his wrist, and put the teacup filled with blood into the drawer, taking his time He opened the door, and standing at the door was Lu Qiuzhen.

"come in."

A polite and courteous smile appeared on Mo Zheng's face skillfully. Lu Qiuzhen was still wearing the heavy clothes with the fluffy collar in the scorching summer and felt bored when looking at people, so he welcomed them in. He forgot to put down the curtain for a moment, and Lu Qiuzhen saw the figure lying on the bed.

"Sir, do you have a guest?" Luqiu Zhen was polite and polite, the golden crystal between his brows became more and more pure, and he was playing with something in his hand, like a long shuttle used by prostitutes for weaving.

Mo Zheng said indifferently: "It's the love of an old friend, so it can be regarded as a patient."

"So that's how it is." Luqiu really didn't take it to heart, he just asked casually just now, he took off his coat and sat on the only vacant chair.Mozheng lived in seclusion by himself, and the house was built quietly and elegantly, but most of the space was taken up by books and medicine bottles. After the only bed was snatched away by Su Huaijing, he slept on the beauty's couch that he usually took for a nap at noon. There was only one chair in the room, so she couldn't help raising her eyebrows.

Lu Qiuzhen smiled and said: "The monster that is neither demon nor ghost really receded today, thank you Mr. Mo, this is the floating cloud boat you want, but there is no distinction between the upper cloud world recently, if Mr. It went well."

He placed the floating cloud boat the size of a shuttle on the table.

"Thank you for your concern." Mo Zheng smiled politely, but did not sneer, but just put the floating cloud boat in his sleeve.

The size of the Shangyun Realm is beyond the reach of even the most powerful monks. Many places are still unexplored like wilderness back then, and no one has ever really entered the center of such a huge and mysterious place like the wilderness forest. The Xiao Dynasty and the Great Zhou are ready to go, and they will bring many changes in the future. Maybe many people will come to see the fall of these two behemoths.

In fact, the war should have started long ago, but the situation that silently designed the four descendants to disrupt the situation was broken by the Jianghou of the Qi Kingdom, which made the grass startle and the two sides stood still for the time being.

Although Qi Kingdom's national strength is insufficient, Jianghou is an interesting person, and it is not impossible to let them live longer.

Mo Zheng caressed his fingers lightly, and suddenly said: "True fellow Taoist, there will never be another Yi Tianqiong in this world, don't you think so?"

Now that the situation is tense, does Mo Zheng mention Yi Tianqiong without any reason, does it mean something?

Luqiu really thought about it carefully, and said with a smile: "Senior Yi Tianqiong's righteousness is so generous to the sky, regardless of personal gains and losses, I naturally admire him, but Yi Tianqiong is Yi Tianqiong, everyone's fate and temperament are different, so how can there be such a thing? What about the second Yi Tianqiong?"

Good boy, he is very proficient in pushing the ball. It seems that Bailong City is also waiting to see the good show between Zi Xiao and Da Zhou.

When he asked about Yi Tianqiong, he just wanted to imply that Luqiuzhen might have many people "being" sacrificed voluntarily. Since Luqiuzhen didn't get involved, it meant that he was not interested in this matter.It seems that Bailong City was really just unlucky to be targeted by the seven-killer star, and definitely not planning to participate. There is no white dragon in the chess pieces, so silent Zheng is really disappointed.

But Mo Zheng thought of Yi Qing, couldn't help laughing again, and said meaningfully: "That's right. Yi Tianqiong is Yi Tianqiong, and no one can become the second Yi Tianqiong."

The two chatted politely for a while, Luqiu really didn't want to stay longer, so he stood up and prepared to leave, silently said some words of retention, and went to open the door.

When Lu Qiuzhen put on his coat, he accidentally swept off the bamboo slices on the table, and when he bent to pick them up, he suddenly saw the face of the man on the bed.

It's him? !

Luqiu really picked up the bamboo slices with distaste, and put them back on the shelf in a daze. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the numbers, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

When Mo Zheng came in from the door, he bumped into Lu Qiuzhen and came out. The future city lord of Bailong City was obviously in a state of confusion, he only said a few polite words, and left absent-mindedly.

The bamboo pieces on the wooden frame moved.

Mo Zheng held up the piece of bamboo, turned his eyes to the corpse on the couch, and laughed for no reason.

interesting.

The author has something to say: It is quite possible that someone actually eats narcissus 233333333. Two souls depend on each other for life.

But the protagonist is still quiet.

Huai Jing is finally waking up.

Oh, by the way, I have one more thing to say, this is a small white essay, and the ultimate goal of each of my essays is to fall in love.

Emmm, maybe let's discuss philosophy by the way, anyway, you don't need to take a special look at it, just move a little when you need it.

At most, there is a bit of foreshadowing and everything will happen in the end.

There is no such thing as rhythm. emmm, anyway, I'm actually typing on the keyboard randomly.