Yang Jian, is this yours?

Qingxi sat on a stone bench under the shade of a tree in a trance, staring at the flashing sword in his hand in a daze.

"What's wrong?" A gentle and elegant male voice rang in Qingxi's ear.

Qingxi looked up and found that it was Nezha's eldest brother—but he didn't know what to call him.

Jin Zha was wearing a close-breasted Taoist robe, holding a wooden tray with a few green and red fruits in his hand, and the sun shining on him made him look even more tender.

Qingxi felt that his whole body temperament was very similar to those thousands of flowers in Datang.

"It's okay," Qingxi stood up and saluted him, "...I'll take my leave first."

"If nothing happens, can you sit with me?" Jin Zha invited with a smile.

Qingxi hesitated for a while, then sat down again.

"I'm Nezha's elder brother——Li Jinzha." Jinzha smiled and sat across from him, put the fruits on the table and said, "This is a fresh fruit. It tastes good. Just try it."

"Thank you..." Qingxi glanced at him, picked up one, but didn't put it in his mouth, he lowered his head and said, "I know."

Sensing the man's look at him, Qingxi raised her head and said, "Nezha's elder brother—I know."

Jin Zha smiled with crooked eyebrows, his face inherited more from his mother Li's, and it was the kind of delicate face that made people feel very comfortable. He said: "I heard your name a few days ago. By the way, Qingxi, at that time I went out and didn't return, so I didn't have time to say hello."

Qingxi took a bite of the fruit, he raised his head and said to Jin Zha, "...No, me too."

Then he lowered his head and took a small bite of the fruit. The fruit was unusually sweet, but tasted more like a peach, Qingxi liked it very much.

Jin Zha looked at the boy in front of him, and said, "Nezha also likes to eat this."

Qingxi stopped her movements, raised her head and waited for his next sentence.

"Do you have a good relationship with Nezha?" Jin Zha looked away, sighed with some nostalgia in his eyes, and said, "Nezha...he is a good boy."

Qingxi put down the fruit, nodded earnestly, and then hurriedly added: "Yes."

"That's true," Jin Zha turned his face to face the boy in front of him, he sighed and said, "Thank you for your willingness to make friends with Nezha, he has never had many peers who can talk much... and, for some reason He didn't want to talk to me, but to my second brother Mu Zha, this time—thank you so much."

"...No," Qingxi said, "Nezha—very good, we are...friends."

Jin Zha's eyes flashed a light quickly, he smiled and said, "Very good."

Qingxi didn't understand why Nezha's brother wanted to tell him these things, so he stood up and said to Jinzha, "I'll take my leave first."

"Please, let's talk about it another day." Jin Zha nodded slightly to him.

Qingxi turned around gracefully, leaped lightly, and disappeared in a short while.

Jin Zha said softly, "Qingxi... Nezha is indeed happier this time."

A figure suddenly came out from behind the tree, and he stopped behind Jin Zha.

"You're here." Jin Zha didn't even look at him, but looked down at the reflection on the stone table.

"Hmph...you are a good person for that little bastard again." Although the words were harsh, there was a bit of lightheartedness in the voice of the visitor.

Jin Zha picked up a fruit and threw it back, but someone reached out to catch it. He said, "Mu Zha, he is your younger brother."

Mu Zha put the fruit in his mouth and gnawed a few mouthfuls, then sat down across from Jin Zha, and he stretched out his hand into the wooden tray inadvertently, saying, "What kind of brother, it doesn't matter whether he recognizes us or not, Every time we meet, it's like two armies confronting each other."

"There's a reason for that..." Jin Zha turned his head away from his gluttonous stupidity and said, "There are some things my father has done too much."

"Hmph..." Mu Zha stopped talking, and just stuffed something into his mouth.

Jin Zha glanced at him, and said helplessly, "My younger brothers... why are you more worried than the other?"

Qingxi was walking on the road, and met Yang Jian and Nezha who were walking towards him. He turned sideways as if he didn't see them, and was about to bow his head and pass by.

"Qingxi—" Nezha called to stop him.

Only then did Qingxi turn around unwillingly.

He turned his head to look elsewhere, but he didn't look in the direction of Nezha and Yang Jian, which was already a bit rude——

But Nezha didn't care, he walked quickly to Qingxi, tugged at his sleeve and asked, "What's wrong?"

"No." Qingxi looked at the hand on the sleeve and immediately retorted, and then Nezha's three-headed and six-armed appearance appeared in his mind, and he felt that the hairs on his body were blown up——

Nezha stared blankly at Qingxi struggling to free his hand, he looked at Qingxi's expressionless side face, a little aggrieved, then took a step back and stopped talking.

Qingxi immediately regretted it after breaking away from Nezha's hand—he didn't want to do that, but—he was not ready to accept his friend's transformation into a monster in minutes, but he forgot that this action would give Nezha psychological distress. What does it feel like.

A tall figure enveloped the two of them, Yang Jian came over and patted Nezha on the head and said to him, "Qingxi may be feeling a little uncomfortable, Nezha, your hands and feet are impatient, let me send Qingxi back first."

After hearing this, Nezha looked at Qingxi worriedly, seeing that he was also secretly looking at him, he felt happier, nodded and left.

"What happened?" Yang Jian said to the boy in front of him who lowered his head and could only see the crown.

Qingxi stared at the dark pattern on the sleeve, and asked after a while: "Nezha... is it a monster?"

"How can you say that?" Yang Jian raised his eyebrows and asked.

Qingxi hesitated for a while before looking up at Yang Jian, and he said, "He will become——that look, have you ever seen it?"

Only then did Yang Jian know what he wanted to say, and with a chuckle, Yang Jian asked, "Are you scared?"

Qing Xi seemed a little embarrassed, he nodded and shook his head again.

"What do you mean?" Yang Jian asked.

"He's my friend." Qingxi said with a blink of an eye, lightly clasped the sword pendant with his hand and whispered, "Although his appearance was a little scary at that time, but..."

"That's fine." Yang Jian said, "If you treat him as a friend, what else can you not let go of?"

"—Really?" Qingxi tilted her head slightly and asked Yang Jian.

Probably his appearance entertained Yang Jian, Yang Jian showed a happy smile and said, "Yes."

"Yeah." Qing Xi said, "Thank you General Yang, Nezha and I are friends, it has nothing to do with whether he is a monster or not."

"Heh," Yang Jian laughed, stretched out his hand to pat Qingxi's shoulder and said, "I'm just teasing you, Nezha is not a monster, it's just one of his supernatural powers."

"——ah?" Qingxi stood up straight, and after a while, she also reached out to pat Yang Jian's shoulder, but because of her height, it was inconvenient, so she only patted his shoulder twice and said, "Oh—now I'm still back."

"..." Yang Jian smiled helplessly. He was about to say something when he was interrupted by Huang Tianhua who hurried over.

"Oh, I've found you guys, hurry up and follow me to the Prime Minister's Mansion, Mr. Jiang is asking us to discuss a plan to retreat from the enemy."

The two looked at each other, and immediately followed Huang Tianhua.

There is not much time left before the start of the war.

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