[Thunderbolt] Wandering without a home, where to return

"The leader of Yinbiao, Tired Shoutian killed all the way, and has been forced to the Southern Sect General Altar, do you want to let it go?"

The high-pitched voice that didn't conceal the shock and anger woke up the dull-looking person in an instant, and then he still frowned for a long time in silence, staring thoughtfully, seemingly thinking and making a decision.

"Yuan Wuxiang! Are you going to let Tired Shoutian kill all the people in my Southern Sect? Don't forget that you are the head of the Daozhen Southern Sect's Yinpu, and Yinbiaoxuanjie is on you, so you have an unshirkable responsibility !"

Responsibility...Yuan Wuxiang finally reacted slowly, looked up and looked at the Taoist in front of him, who could no longer be simply described as out of breath.

"Responsibility..." He lowered his eyelids slightly, and the thin eyelashes cast a silhouette in his eyes, which also blocked the coldness in his eyes, and it took a long time before Yuan Wuxiang raised his eyes again and replied softly: "For these mysterious solutions, I will go to , After Tired Reaping the Sky, I will also let go of this pair of mysteries, and the name of being the head of the Daozhen Southern Sect will no longer exist, and the Nanzong will no longer be able to stay in the Tired Reaping Heaven."

"Yuan Wuxiang, you want to judge?!" No one thought that Yuan Wuxiang would unload the silver dart Xuanjie, let alone that he wanted to break away from the Southern Sect. The one shouted harshly.

Judgment, what a serious accusation...

There was a trace of indifference in his heart, but Yuan Wuxiang had no expression on his face, and although there were thoughts in his eyes, they were obviously not here, but he still allocated a trace of attention and replied in compliance: "If you want to understand this way, I also Nothing to say, but if it shouldn't be, Yuan Wuxiang doesn't mind making such an accusation true."

"Is Juan Shoutian colluding with you to destroy my Southern Sect! Today, even if we can't stop Juan Shoutian, I will kill you, the villain who judged the sect!"

Facing the attack coming from anger, Yuan Wuxiang defended impenetrably between his moves and moves, but his expression was a little more displeased: "I said I can stop Tired Shoutian for Nanzong, after the matter is over Then I removed the treasure of Nanzong Zhenjiao, Yinbiao Xuanjie, and the dispute between the North and the South in the future will have nothing to do with me, so now you want to say that I am colluding with Tired Shoutian, and I am forcing Yuan Wuxiang to make an inappropriate choice?"

With the end of the last question, Yuan Wuxiang flung his arms and shook off the people who besieged him, and the piercing sword intent also began to permeate, the deterrent meaning goes without saying.

Intimidated by the name of the silver dart, everyone is no longer pushing forward with force, but their words are still aggressive: "Even if you let go of Xuanjie, don't you think that everything you have learned is not given by the Southern Sect?"

Glancing at the person pointing at him bitterly, Yuan Wuxiang nodded without hesitation: "Since that's the case, I will return this physical strength to Nanzong, as long as I ask you to do it. "

The person who stretched out his hand and wanted to accuse him widened his eyes when he heard the words. He couldn't believe that Yuan Wuxiang could say so lightly that he could abolish his martial arts. Could it be that in order to break away from Nanzong and protect Tired Shoutian Are you really willing to sacrifice yourself like this?

"Yes." Among them, the Taoist, who had never done anything, looked at the indifferent Yuan Wuxiang and suddenly sighed, knowing that he had no choice but to compromise: "As long as you stop Tired Shoutian, return Xuanjie, and abolish martial arts, from then on, You will have nothing to do with Daozhen Nanzong anymore, and Nanzong will not be too tired to accept what happened today."

Yuan Wuxiang Wenzhi readily agreed: "Then Xuanjie should be returned to Nanzong now."

"Uh, Xuanjie needs Lord Tianzhen..."

Before the other party finished speaking, Yuan Wuxiang had already used his kung fu to forcibly disconnect the Yinbiao Xuanjie connected to him. What's more, he used the energy of thrusting to break through the energy of the dantian in one fell swoop. Gong has been nothing since then.

After all this was done, Yuan Wuxiang was already dripping with cold sweat and almost fainted from pain, but his expression remained unchanged, and although his feet were bumpy, he walked firmly.

Walking all the way outside, Yuan Wuxiang felt that the blood that had been lingering under the nose seemed to be heavier, and he didn't know whether it was because the blood flowed too much at the place where the arms were severed, or the sound of killing that had already been heard was approaching here.

The night was cold and the weather was cold, but it was not as cold as the smell from the wind. Yuan Wuxiang stood under the dark night, his mind was clear, but his eyes were blurred.

Tired Shoutian seemed to be walking a bit slowly, and he didn't know if this broken body could last until Tired Shoutian. Thinking of this, his feet softened, and he rushed forward two more steps. Powerless and inertia, he fell to the ground.

The expected coldness did not hit, but the thicker smell of blood rushed into his breath, Yuan Wuxi tired and excruciatingly closed his eyes slowly, blocking the golden color that fell into his eyes just now. figure.

"Original no hometown!"

The panicked voice fell in his ears, but Yuan Wuxiang didn't open his eyes to see, only a light voice came from his mouth: "Take me away."

"Okay, I'll take you away." The panic in his heart made Tired Shoutian unable to think about the situation at this moment, he could only instinctively follow Yuan Wuxiang's words and lead him away from the Southern Sect.

I don't know how long I walked with Yuan Wuxiang in my arms, until the first twilight came on in the sky, Tired Shoutian stopped in his tracks, looking at Yuan Wuxiang with his eyes closed and his face pale, he was even more frightened: "Yuan Wuxiang!"

"En..." He replied weakly, Yuan Wuxiang did not pass out as what Tired Shoutian thought, because he knew that he could not lose consciousness, at least not now, otherwise Tired Shoutian would definitely return Southern sect.

"How are you doing?"

"Fortunately, take me back to Misty Rain and Setting Sun, and help me find a famous doctor to treat my injury."

"Okay, but don't sleep."

Feeling the sound of the wind passing by, Yuan Wuxiang responded in a low voice and said in a barely audible voice: "Jian Shou Tian, ​​I am no longer a member of the Southern Sect, so don't set foot on the Southern Sect again. "

Looking down at the person in his arms, Tired Shoutian pursed his lips tightly and said nothing, but the wind was blowing more urgently under his feet.

Arriving in the misty rain and setting sun, Tired Shoutian carefully put Yuan Wuxiang down, but when he was about to leave to seek medical treatment, he was startled by a sudden noise behind him and immediately turned around.

"Yuan Wuxiang, how are you?!" Hastily picked up the person who had rolled off the bed, Tired Shoutian broke out in a cold sweat after being frightened and frightened.

"Don't go to Nanzong again." Yuan Wuxiang stared at Tired Shoutian closely, and it was very difficult to speak intermittently.

"Okay." Facing the extremely weak but still persistent person, Tired Shoutian still had more helplessness amid fear and worry, which made him dare not think or hesitate before agreeing.

"it is good."

The same hello, Yuan Wuxiang closed his eyes tiredly, Panasonic's mind also made him enter a semi-comatose state, and Tired Shoutian also stepped out of the misty rain and setting sun at this time, no matter what happened to him now It is not as important as seeking medical treatment for Yuan Wuxiang.

It really...it hurts... Yuan Wuxiang, who regained consciousness after being seriously injured, closed his eyes and frowned.

"Does it hurt? Since it hurts, why don't you want to wake up?" Tired Shoutian gently caressed Yuan Wuxiang's frowning brows with his fingers, and there was a touch of anxiety and uneasiness in his words that could not be ignored.

It was because of the pain, so he shouldn't have woken up... Feeling the temperature of the wipe on his forehead, Yuan Wuxiang thought about how to make him continue to faint.

"Wake up, why don't you want to open your eyes."

Seriously injured, with no physical strength, once Yuan Wuxiang regained consciousness, how could he hide it from Tired Shoutian beside him.

"It hurts..." Yuan Wuxiang just lay there and groaned without relaxing his brows or opening his eyes.

"Since you know it hurts, why did you forcefully remove Xuan Jie, even... even..." Tired Shoutian almost trembled angrily when he said this.

"I've been in a coma for a long time?" Yuan Wuxiang asked with his eyes closed, unwilling to struggle with his disabled body.

After a moment of silence, looking at the pale figure on the bed, Tired Shoutian tried his best to suppress the anger that was burning him and replied: "14 days."

"Have you found someone to go to Nanzong?"

Hearing Yuan Wuxiang's question, Tired Shoutian's anger that had been accumulating for more than a dozen days finally burst out, grabbed Yuan Wuxiang's collar and asked, "Why?!"

It's a nostalgic movement, feeling the heat sprayed on one's face and the strength of the other party's control in spite of anger, the original no-country mind and the problem of tiredness have gone a long way.

"Answer me, why?!"

Sensing that the skirt was tightened a little more, Yuan Wuxiang came back to his senses and said wearily before he might be strangled to death by Tired Shoutian, "Because I'm tired."

"What do you mean?" Juan Shoutian frowned, but he gently placed Yuan Wuxiang who was picked up by him back on the bed carefully.

"It means that I can be a happy ordinary person."

Tired Shoutian frowned even more, and he realized that Yuan Wuxiang had never asked about his injuries since he woke up.

"What you want to do is an ordinary cripple!" The hateful sarcasm couldn't conceal the fear and regret in Tired Shoutian's heart.

Hearing this ridicule, Yuan Wuxiang immediately retorted: "Disabled people are also human beings, my friend, discriminating against disabled people is detrimental to your reputation."

"Tell me you didn't do this for me."

"Of course not." Although Juan Shoutian's speculation actually accounted for most of the reasons for his decision at that time, Yuan Wuxiang still said what he wanted to hear according to Juan Shoutian's intention, even if it was not what Tired Shoutian intended. .

"Open your eyes, look at me and say!"

Yuan Wuxiang opened his eyes according to his words, and saw a long-lost handsome face full of anger, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it really has been a lifetime.

"Friends take themselves too seriously, even if you are tired, you really don't take it lightly."

Tired Shoutian looked at the pair of eyes that finally opened, as warm and moist as before, but added a little more indifference, making the pair of black eyes a little colder for no reason also made him feel a little more strange.

"Then tell me, what is it that made you leave Nanzong even at the expense of destroying your dantian."

"Isn't it apostasy?"

"If all the apostates were like you, then perhaps the word "traitor" would no longer exist in this world."

"Ha, that's true. I should have killed Nanzong just like you did at that time. After all, above Nanzong, it's easy to have no country now."

Tired Shoutian fell silent, Yuan Wuxiang knew his knot but didn't say anything, instead he closed his eyes again.