The devil attacks me every day

The night was silent, there were not even a bird around, it was unbelievably quiet.

Meng Qi'an followed Zhuang Nanhai for a few steps and realized that he was going down the mountain. He looked again and saw the direction where the trail with long withered grass stretched out.

, I don't know why it looks familiar.

He looked around carefully, surrounded by mountains, and he could vaguely see the deserted ancient city halfway down the mountain.

He didn't go there a few times, but every time, he had a deep memory.

The first time was when I was young and playful, and got lost here.When he finally found it home, he was covered in dust and his hands and feet were scratched.

Less narrow mouthed.Not only did Ajie not hug him distressedly, but she cried and beat him severely, telling him not to come again.

The second time Liufeng was destroyed, Zhuang Nanmu sacrificed his life for him and Zhuang Nanhai to survive. He and Zhuang Nanhai were covered in blood and stumbled.

With the help of Zhuang, he went to take refuge in another world behind two rocks.He was dying of pain, and his brain was burning badly, only remembering that Zhuang Nanhai risked his life

Accompany him without hesitation.

"Wait." Meng Qi'an said.

The figure walking in front of Zhuang Nanhai paused and stopped, but did not look back.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

Meng Qi'an looked at Zhuang Nanhai who hadn't even given him a straight face, and chuckled lightly as if mocking himself.

Even if he gave himself a positive face, he couldn't be the gentle and modest gentleman he used to be.If the current Zhuang Nanhai turns his head around, he will definitely

It was a bitter melon face, which made his natural fierce appearance even more frightening.

Meng Qi'an turned his head, looked at the trail that was stained with their blood a hundred years ago, and said softly, "Zhuang Nanhai, accompany me to a place."

There was silence.

Meng Qi'an thought that he would not agree, but he heard Zhuang Nanhai's voice in his ears.

He turned his head and looked at Zhuang Nanhai who was standing shoulder to shoulder with him.The soft moonlight softened his tough outline a little, as if bringing

A little gentle.

"Okay." Zhuang Nanhai said.

Meng Qi'an has a good memory.

Even though the green mountains and rivers have changed their appearance, Meng Qi'an can still accurately find the cracks between the rocks.I don't know how many years the vines have withered

The vine hangs shriveled on the stone wall, and when pressed gently with the palm, it is hard and rough.

Passing through the narrow stone crevice, the crevice becomes wider and wider.An unusual heat wave hits the face from beyond the crack of the stone, as if entering midsummer in a second

season.

Above the egret flying in the former fairyland, in the territory of Fenyuan, looking up, it was blood red.

It was a sea of ​​flowers.

One after another enchanting flowers form a sea.Extending between the deep valleys, extending, extending to the end that can't be seen at a glance.

One after another white awns are slowly flying in the valley, sometimes resting on the petals, sometimes jumping in the valley, because the two people broke in suddenly, the long-distance

The white awns of the sky were frightened, and scattered in all directions, wandering quickly in the night of this valley.

"Here..." Meng Qi'an remembered this place.During the last journey of his life, the Yinghuo in the empty valley that he shared with Zhuang Nanhai was the place where he closed his eyes.

The most beautiful picture ever.

But now a hundred years have passed, the green mountains have become barren, and the fireflies have been replaced by wandering spirits.

The fern-like ferns blossomed into a deathly silence.The dark red petals are intertwined with the thick breath of death, and the broken flowers flow

Blood-like red juice flowed ferociously in this strange sea of ​​flowers.

It seems that the resentful souls that have been alone for a hundred years have fallen into the valley, full of them, and gradually overflowing.

Meng Qi'an's voice became a little sad, and his deep nostalgia turned into a sentence: "It's different."

Only then did Zhuang Nanhai escape from Meng Qi'an's dream, and he almost echoed the same words.

is different.

"Hey, you don't know." Meng Qi'an was sad for a moment, and then began to ramble about the past, "It used to be beautiful here, look up at the stars

Shuo, looking down is the firefly in the empty valley, although it looks like a barren mountain now, Liufeng Mansion is a fairyland on earth with green mountains and green waters!Even now... now it looks good

of……"

A white light fell on top of Meng Qi'an's head, and then slid to his shoulder.It squatted on the young man's shoulder, rubbing against the young man's long blue hair

band.

Meng Qi'an looked sideways at Bai Mang approaching him intimately, his heart suddenly softened, and he wanted to reach out to catch it, but he didn't think that Bai Mang just wanted to be by his side

Playing, turning in the air, it passed by his eyes.

"Tsk." Meng Qi'an was a little disappointed, he sighed and continued, "It was just that when I came here, the pain was so severe that my eyes were blurred.

, I didn't look too carefully, but it's a pity that I let down the grand scene. "

"I live up to it." Zhuang Nanhai almost blurted out.

Meng Qi'an looked at Zhuang Nanhai, confused and asked, "Ah? What?"

Zhuang Nanhai said solemnly: "Being with you is not a disappointment."

Tiandi Baimang walked around, flying around Zhuang Nanhai's side.And Zhuang Nanhai's frozen face seemed to have cracked a crack, from which overflowed

Indescribably soft.

He just looked at Meng Qi'an softly, as if after a hundred years, his eyes finally fell on the lively and radiant young man

People.

Meng Qi'an was stunned.

Then he took a deep look at the inexplicable Zhuang Nanhai, disgust, embarrassment, hesitation flashed across his face, and finally he choked out a sentence: "

...you can say such hypocritical things. "

Zhuang Nanhai: "..."

Obviously young people don't have such an attitude towards that Zhuang Qing, why do they have such an attitude towards him?

Zhuang Nanhai was overwhelmed by inexplicable boredom, he felt that everyone was not pleasing to the eye, so he said to Hei Ya with a dark face: "There is nothing to see, let's go."

Hei Ya imitated human movements, scratched his ink-like 'hair' a little slowly, and asked, "Master, where are we going?"

Zhuang Nanhai didn't answer, and strode away.

Meng Qi'an was a little confused.

What happened to Zhuang Nanhai?What did he say to make him unhappy?

Seeing that he was about to return to the cracks in the mountains and rocks alone, he felt that a smart person is a smart person, and he had such a good sense of direction when he came here for the first time.

Lift one heel up.

The three of them were silent, and they could only hear the rustling of the grass blades under their feet along the way.

Meng Qi'an walked the slowest, following behind and looking at Hei Ya's weird and too obvious hair.A faceless water ghost, a strange black bud

, why the 'followers' around Zhuang Nanhai are all weird things, they really have no two intentions, and they won't cause backlash against his body

what...

Thinking of this, Meng Qi'an realized that the current Zhuang Nanhai was not a person, maybe it was a strange thing, so he was relieved.

"...Yeah, I feel like something is coming! Lu Zhixue! Lu Zhixue, let me tell you again, you let me go! Otherwise, wait for the little master to come back.

Come to see you! "A sharp male voice came from not far away, and Meng Qi'an heard that it was He Dapeng's voice.

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Zhuang Nanhai: I'm wronged, but I won't say it!

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