Four Seasons Never Falling Lake

In the early hours of the morning, a figure came to the hospital and walked into the inpatient area.

There was no one in the corridor except him. When his almost inaudible footsteps came to a door of a ward, he stopped, turned sideways to face the transparent glass window on the door, and then turned his head towards the door. Look inside.

After confirming that this was the ward he was looking for, he gently opened the door and walked in.

Wearing cloth shoes on his feet, he stepped on the concrete floor of the ward without making a sound, the long hem of his clothes almost dragged to the ground, and the silk texture fluttered softly with the swing of his steps, like blue butterfly wings in the dark night , lightly swat.

The ward was dark, only the headlight of the only bed was on, illuminating the face of the person lying on the bed.That is Teacher Xu.

Teacher Xu closed his eyes tightly, breathing steadily, and fell into a deep sleep, as if he didn't notice anyone coming.

The person who came came to his sick bed, stood with his back facing the entrance door, with one arm bent, gently shaking the folding fan in his hand, looking at Teacher Xu, with a slight smile on his mouth.

After a while, he opened his thin lips lightly, as if to say something, but no sound came out.Immediately afterwards, Teacher Xu slowly opened his eyes and woke up.

"It's you?"

Seeing the person coming, Teacher Xu was slightly surprised.

The visitor still said something in silent words, his voice seemed to disappear in a vacuum.

But Teacher Xu still spoke to him with a normal voice.

"Why are you here?" Teacher Xu asked, looking at the dimly lit ward and the closed curtains on the windows, and realizing that it was late at night, he just said, "If someone sees it, then it's hard to tell."

The folding fan shaken by the visitor stopped, and was gradually put away with the other hand, the tip of the fan was held in the other hand, standing still.

At this moment, all the sounds were instantly annihilated, and it was so quiet that even the sound of eyelashes blinking seemed to be amplified infinitely.

Not only the sound, but also the time and space are distorted and deformed. The whole ward seems to be trapped in a vortex, and everything is sucked into the center of the vortex uncontrollably, and will disappear soon.

Teacher Xu jumped up suddenly, climbed out of the bed, prostrated himself at the man's feet, kowtowed repeatedly, begging for mercy.

"Please give me another chance, please give me another chance, this time I will definitely succeed!"

"How can I trust you?"

In the distorted time and space, his voice finally sounded normally.

Teacher Xu, who was lying on the sickbed with a calm face just now, and even a little caught off guard by the sudden arrival of the visitor, is now lying on the ground like a cockroach, nodding his head like a pest, with no dignity at all.

"Of course my subordinates will kill him immediately! Oh no, I can't kill him, I will..."

"Can't kill?" The man asked back, it was a leisurely male voice, listening carefully, it was a little childish, like a developing boy in the stage of changing his voice, half of his vocal cords were rough and powerful, and the other half were thin and naive of.

"Can't kill or can't kill?"

"Of course...of course..." Faced with this question, Mr. Xu was sweating profusely, thinking desperately about how to answer, as if a bad answer or a wrong answer would lead to death.Therefore, be extremely cautious and dare not answer rashly.

But because of his haste and panic, his thoughts became even more confused, and he was in a state of confusion, so he answered indiscriminately: "Of course it can be killed, but...but it can't be done like this..."

In the end, the voice gradually became quieter, almost inaudible.Because under the oppression of this person, he has lost his grasp of everything, his heart is extremely terrified, full of despair, and even thought of death.

He suddenly realized that maybe now was his time to die. This fear of facing death penetrated his body and mind, and gradually strengthened, becoming an undoubted belief, just like the belief in facing life, which made him tremble.

He knew that this was not caused by too much fear, but that this man had injected the belief of death directly into the deepest part of his soul, making him believe that death was inevitable.

"I don't care how you kill, anyway, you will die anyway, whether you die or he dies, this decision is in your hands, and it is the only thing you can decide."

After speaking, the man walked away.

After turning his face, the light from the corridor shone in through the glass window on the door and shone on his face, revealing his true face.

This is a calm human face, just like thousands of ordinary people, without any difference.

If there is any difference, it may be that under the seemingly calm face, there is a distorted soul deeply hidden, and everything becomes distorted and deformed in his eyes, without exception.

This face is cool.

"I still suspect there may be spies among us."

Yang Yang thought deeply.

Is it Nara?Or someone else?Why did that man mix with them?What is the purpose?

He, Xiaoxiang, and Mianpier were walking on the way home. Since their homes happened to be in the same direction, they went the same way for a while before they separated to go home.

Now they are walking on a sparsely populated path with a motorway that allows one car to pass in the middle, and sidewalks on both sides of the motorway.Since the sidewalk was relatively narrow, the three of them could not pass in parallel, so Yang Yang and Xiao Xiang walked in front, and Mian Pier followed behind, listening to what they said.

"Why did you say that the seven sub-family deeds appeared at the same time?" Xiaoxiang asked speculatively.

"Qizheng is the head of the seven sub-family deeds. I heard Qiangwei say that Qizheng is the boss, and the other six are his subordinates. Therefore, follow him. If he exists, then the other six will also exist. If he dies , the other six will no longer exist, so they are connected and inseparable as a whole." Yang Yang said.

"It turned out to be like this... If the seven sub-clans are like this, is it the same for the seven main clans?"

"No, it's not the same. The seven main clans are all individual individuals, and any one of them is about as powerful as Qizheng, or even much stronger than Qizheng, which is completely different."

"Did Qiangwei tell you all this? How did she know?"

"I'm not very clear about this either. The walkers have been fighting the heat death until now, and they always have some understanding of the enemy's interior."

"Oh..." Xiaoxiang pondered, and didn't ask any other questions.

However, at this time, the face behind suddenly asked: "To defeat the Alien Thorn, do you have to defeat the seven main clans and the seven sub-clans first?"

Yang Yang looked back at him, frowned, and nodded solemnly.

"However, they are a whole. If they want to defeat the Alien Thorn, they can also weaken his strength by eliminating his capable officers. Do you know why there are seven main clans and seven sub-clans?" At this time, the sheep Yang instead asked them a question.

Mianpier didn't speak, but Xiaoxiang shook his head.

Yang Yang continued: "The seven main clans and the seven sub-clans are actually derivatives of the different cold thorns, just like the relationship between Qizheng and his six subordinates. It is equivalent to weakening most of the strength of Alien Thorn, and it will be much easier to defeat him then."

After listening to Yang Yang's explanation, the two nodded and understood a lot.

Not long after the summer vacation started, the weather outside was extremely hot, and the cicadas were chirping in the branches, and there were very few pedestrians on the street. No one would hang out in the hot weather, and some were just hot cars. Roaring up and down the road like a tin monster.

The scorching weather naturally made people feel restless. With the air conditioner blowing at home, Nara, who was too lazy to move, was lying on the sofa with a towel on his head, like a corpse.

Mo Xiaoyu looked at him from the side. Except for sleeping at night, she almost stayed here in Nara for the past few days. On the one hand, she wanted to accompany Nara and take care of his life. After all, if he has no one to take care of him now, Likely to starve to death.

Nara didn't want to accept Mo Xiaoyu's charity, but she had no money, so she couldn't save that face, so she took the initiative to ask the family for money.

Originally, the family had forgotten him. If he took the initiative to come to the door, would they not only refuse to pay him, but also embarrass and humiliate him?

This is very possible, after all Knight is a good example.

A large part of Knight's fate was not due to the family's abuse, so he didn't want to be like Knight.

But if he can't lower his head, it means that he will be hungry. Fortunately, there is finally a Mo Xiaoyu who is like his own mother watching over him, buying vegetables and cooking every day, feeding him fat and fat, and never slacking off.

For Mo Xiaoyu's dedication, he inevitably felt indebted in his heart, but later he figured it out, thinking that people should take a long-term perspective. In the future, he must have the opportunity to repay Mo Xiaoyu's kindness and her dedication to him.

Isn't there a saying that is good?Since they are friends, they naturally have to help each other when they are in trouble, so that they can love each other and the friendship lasts forever. Gradually, he also takes everything for granted.

Besides, even if Mo Xiaoyu was asked to leave him alone, Mo Xiaoyu would not agree, and insisted on guarding him all day long, what could be done about it?

Then let her go, anyway, except for asking him to eat, Mo Xiaoyu basically wouldn't bother him.

The only bad thing is that except when Mo Xiaoyu is busy, she stares at him almost all the time, never taking a step away from him. Those who don’t know may think that he is being watched by Mo Xiaoyu, not to mention how awkward it is up.

So at this moment, he took a towel to cover his face, out of sight, so that no matter how much Mo Xiaoyu's gaze shot at him, he would not feel it, and he would not feel uncomfortable.

I don't know how long it has passed like this, Mo Xiaoyu's voice resounded faintly.

"Brother Nara, I don't think you can go on like this."

Nara lifted the towel, looked at her in surprise, and asked, "What?!"

"You shouldn't go on like this anymore, tell everyone the truth!"

Nara stood there in a daze with his mouth half open, and his facial expression remained motionless for a long time, as if it had become an extremely rigid engraving...