When the author meets the villain BOSS [Transmigration Book]

Qu - Qu - Qu -, Qingyue's whistle rang three long times, then turned into a short whistle, and rang twice quickly and quickly.The faltering fire was extinguished with a puff, and in the deep twilight, only the sound of the whistle still echoed persistently in the empty Panlongjian.

The penetrating power of this voice was so strong that it immediately focused everyone's attention and startled Ye Xiao countless times.

Huang Duozhu looked at the way he came from, with a look of surprise: "Who would come here at this time to startle the snake?!"

Seeing that Nan Gongzhe's expression changed drastically as soon as the whistle blew, and he didn't even care about the attack that had been discussed in advance, Huang Guishan couldn't help feeling a little anxious, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder: "Master, maybe it's Qichuan Eighteen Villages!" The reporter has arrived! Let's attack and wipe out the gangsters before they react!"

Before his hand touched his clothes, he felt the other person's body move slightly, and his eyes blurred. Nan Gongzhe could separate/body, and in an instant, a series of figures appeared, and they popped up a few feet away in the blink of an eye.From far away, everyone heard a voice transmission: "I'll go over there to take a look, brothers, find a hidden place and wait for a while."

When he raised his head again, it was already hard to distinguish his figure.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, wondering why the sect leader chose to stop when he was on the verge of an arrow.If you left in such a hurry, could it be that something big happened?But after all, they were brave and skilled, and they were not worried that the people from the Eighteen Villages of Qichuan would rush out to join their army. After all, they followed Nan Gongzhe's order and retreated for a while, waiting for him to come back and show them.

Only Huang Tuozhu stood on the spot with an ugly expression, between the outstretched fingers, a faint blue color flashed past.

It's only short, only a little short, and it can be sent into the opponent's body.At that time, even Da Luo Jinxian couldn't save him.

What a pity.

One person reached out and patted him on the shoulder, Huang Duozhu was so guilty that he almost jumped up.Turning around, he saw his companion gesture to him to be calm, but said in his mouth: "Listen to the master, hurry up and withdraw first."

Huang Duozhu nodded, exchanged glances with the other two, and decided to play by ear.

At this end, Mu Bai and the others hurried all the way, not knowing whether Nangong's whistle would work or not, they felt a little nervous.Seeing that the road ahead was getting narrower and narrower, with dead vines and weeds overgrown, the horse could no longer cross it.

With two arms on each side, Uncle Zhong picked up the two exhausted children, flew off the horse, stepped directly on the rocks of Leilei with both feet, and ran straight to the sky without taking the winding path.

Zhou Xun raised his spirits to catch up. He couldn't hold on to the rush for several days, but he still cheered up and said, "Senior, why don't you give me a hug?" If you are young, no matter how powerful your martial arts are, if you can't keep up with the exhaustion of your body, you are actually at the end of your battle, right?

Uncle Zhong didn't say a word, and flied forward very steadily, looking at him in the night, he looked like a huge night bird or an extremely agile ape.On the contrary, Zhou Xun lost his breath as soon as he opened his mouth, and he fell down a lot. He was startled, and quickly collected his mind and followed obediently.

At this time, Nangong Qingyan's hand holding the whistle had already started to tremble.The three long and two short codes were agreed upon by his father when he was playing games with him when he was a child. As long as he blows it like this, it means that he is in trouble, so even if there is a big thing at hand, Nangong Zhe will come to find this precious son first.

Although he stayed in the Qing'an sect for many years and never used it, he knew that his father always kept his word, as long as he blew it, as long as his father heard it, he would definitely come as fast as possible.

But now, they had almost reached their destination all the way, and they didn't see Nangong Zhe's shadow, and they didn't see him even after blowing the whistle. What would happen?After all, he was still an eight-year-old child. Due to the psychological tension and the fatigue of rushing all the way, he felt dizzy and almost in a semi-comatose state.

Seeing that he was not in the right state, Mu Bai snatched his whistle and put it near his mouth to blow it, but suddenly saw a black spot appearing in the distance, and then it quickly grew in size.I rubbed my eyes, and it became a little bigger again, it's not an illusion!

(⊙o⊙) That's... He widened his eyes and pushed Nangong Qingyan violently: "Nangong, Nangong, look quickly! Is that...?"

In fact, at this time, the person who came here was tall, short, fat and thin, and he couldn't tell at all. With such a speed, Mu Bai could only think of Nangong Zhe, who is unrivaled in martial arts with lightness kung fu!

Nangong shuddered suddenly, and staring at him, it was father and son who were connected to each other. He recognized it at a glance, and shouted excitedly: "Daddy!"

This voice was high and bright, but at the end it had a vibrato, almost crying.

But in a short while, Nan Gongzhe had arrived in front of him. He saw Uncle Zhong holding two dolls, and Zhou Xun's sleeve had a big cut. It was wounded by a sharp knife and stained with dark red blood. His heart ached. The next step: "Could it be that something happened to Qing'an?"

Zhou Xun hurriedly said: "Don't worry, the leader, the Qing'an faction is fine. This embarrassment is caused by an ambush when we were chasing you all the way." Because they were worried about the situation of Nangongzhe and his party, they hurriedly chased them all the way, except for the necessary ones. They ate and rested, and didn't even take off their clothes when they slept. One or two looked like they had fled.

Nangong Qingyan jumped off Uncle Zhong's arms when Nangong Zhe came to him, and fell headfirst into Nangong Zhe's arms, refusing to come out no matter how much he coaxed him.

Nangong Zhe looked at the few people carefully and found that there was no serious problem. Fang heaved a sigh of relief, bent down and picked up Nangong Qingyan, and continued to ask: "What's the matter? Why did you come out to chase me? You also brought two child?"

What's more, there was an ambush.Nan Gongzhe, who had already felt that something was wrong, felt that there was a big problem in it, and there were too many questions at once, so he had to pick a few of the most important questions.

Now Zhou Xun can't answer, actually he was confused along the way: "Uh, at the beginning it was actually Xiaoyan who said he wanted to give you something, Master asked me to accompany him..." Looking at it now Come on, obviously this little guy knew something in advance.

Nan Gongzhe was puzzled when he heard it, looked at his son who hadn't calmed down, patted his back, and finally turned to Uncle Zhong first.At this moment, Uncle Zhong was actually a little confused: "Yan'er hurried to Zuowang Peak and told me that someone is going to plot against you..."

The situation on the road was not right again, and several people were anxious, so they were naturally busy chasing after Nangong Zhe, and there was no time to get to the bottom of it.

Three adults, six pairs of eyes all focused on the two children.Nangong Qingyan buried his head and couldn't see, but Mu Bai suddenly felt a lot of pressure, he stepped forward two steps bravely, and pushed Xiao Nangong: "Nangong, Nangong!"

Nangong Qingyan said "Oh", "Daddy, I have something to tell you."

This means to talk in secret.Uncle Zhong and Zhou Xun backed away consciously, and Mu Bai lowered his eyes to hide the worry in his heart, and also backed away a little.

Nangong Qingyan raised his head and looked at his father: "Daddy, I had a dream the night before you left."

"What?" Nan Gongzhe thought he heard it wrong. He thought that his son had accidentally learned of some huge conspiracy, so he came here in such a mobilizing way. Unexpectedly, he had a dream when he opened the mouth?

"I dreamed of a very long and rugged mountain road, with cliffs on one side and rushing torrents on the other. A group of people walked along the mountain road for a long time, and then started fighting with a group of people, and all of them died there." Nangong Qingyan continued Dao, looking at Nangong Zhe's frown, added, "Finally, I heard a woman crying. I don't know who she is, but it feels very familiar, like... my mother is crying."

Nangong Zhe almost said "nonsense" at first, but when he heard the last sentence, his eyes suddenly widened.

"I didn't pay attention at first, but you were going to go out early the next morning. I dozed off for no reason when I arrived at the school, and suddenly I heard that crying all the time. The voice said, don't let you Dad left. My heart became more and more panicked for no reason, so I chased it out. The more I chased, the more I found that all the environments here can be matched with the dream. We encountered an ambush. The person who came here obviously knew that Zhou Xun was with us for a long time, and all his moves were to suppress him. Dad, there must be something strange in it, let's go back and discuss the long-term plan, okay?" Nangong Qingyan was also a little uncertain, But still according to what Mu Bai taught, he finished all the words.

This was the only naive idea that Mu Bai could come up with in a hurry.

Both of them are still children, without any solid evidence at hand, how can they stop Nangong Zhe from moving forward?Probably can only pin our hopes on the misty ghosts and gods.The awe of ghosts and gods in one's bones accounted for two points, and Nan Gongzhe's nostalgia for his dead wife accounted for another two points. The accumulation of this may be a fight.

Nangong Zhe was silent for a while, then said in a low voice, "...nonsense."

Nangong Qingyan was startled: "But Daddy, we are indeed on the way..."

"I ran out recklessly after having a dream that I don't know the so-called, but it's really not like your temper, Yan'er." Nan Gongzhe interrupted him involuntarily, and said to himself in a trance, "It can make you It’s so abnormal, could it be that your mother really appeared?”

If Nangong Qingyan ran all the way up to tell him this dream, he might mourn his deceased wife, but he probably wouldn't stop.It's just that too many unusual things happened along the way, suspicious people appeared again and again, even the top fighters of the Qing'an faction couldn't catch up, and you and I urged you intentionally or unintentionally among the fellow travelers, and reached an inexplicable agreement. Everyone's schedule is getting faster and faster... Everything seems to happen naturally, but it's a bit strange no matter how you think about it.

If it's all a coincidence, then it's easy to talk about it. If someone really guided it... Nangong Zhe's back was dripping with cold sweat in an instant, it would be a little scary.In addition to what happened to Yan'er and his party, it is more likely that everything before it was man-made.

Looking at Nangong Qingyan's worried little eyes that were about to cry, Nangong Zhe felt soft, touched his head, and finally made up his mind: "Okay, Dad promises you, go back first this time, and find out everything. Then I picked the Eighteen Villages of Qichuan."

Seeing his son suddenly turn from weeping to crying and laughing, Nangong Zhe twitched the corners of his mouth and let out a soundless breath.

Is that you?Is it because you can't worry about our father and son, so it's been eight years before you entered the child's dream for the first time?

Actually, I miss you very much too.

The sky was completely dark, and a dim crescent moon loomed among the thick dark clouds.The cold wind blows through the mountains and forests, whistling like weeping.