no one knows better than me

The wind at the top of the peak was extremely strong, and the sporadic snow that could not accumulate was blown down a little bit, covering his face.

Mei Hualan looked at Zhuang Qingliu, then lowered her head to look at the clasped hands of the two of them, and obediently let go of them - breaking up.

"???"

Zhuang Qingliu put his hands into his sleeves without saying a word, and ran away in a hurry, fearing that there would be steel behind him chasing him.

I'm so mad.

Unexpectedly, the fastest chaser was Mei Xiaohan, who was afraid of being swept into the soil by this ghost place, and blinked while running and asked, "Senior Zhuang, what's wrong with you?"

Zhuang Qing talked up and down: "I'm dry."

Unexpectedly, Mei Xiaohan turned her head slightly, and said pragmatically, "No tears."

"??"

Zhuang Qingliu turned her head, and suddenly shaved off her hair with a wave of her hand.

Mei Xiaohan turned pale with shock, and covered his head with his hand: "...????!!"

Zhuang Qingliu glanced at her uneasily, tore open the twisted and changing shadow with her bare hands, stepped in without looking back, and was about to close it immediately.

Mei Hualan flashed to her side in an instant, and Mei Xiaohan, who was angered, danced to the edge of the shadow, and the three of them embarked on the way back together.

Master Yan touched the newly baked Wa Liangguang head and dared not speak out, and stood beside him on the spot as a miserable daylily with very lively and vivid features.

"..." Mei Hualan turned her head in pain, and gave her her beloved green hat.

Mei Xiaohan forgave half of it on the spot and put it on: "Thank you."

"Why are you still dragging me?" Zhuang Qingliu turned his head and glanced at Mei Hualan in the flickering light and shadow, trying to hold back his laughter, and picked her hooked little finger, "It's already 'break up, break up'!"

Even so, he didn't slip his hand away.

"No point." Mei Panpan pursed her mouth into a hook, clasped her hand tightly, and said in a voice in the sea of ​​consciousness, "It's my fault, let's hold hands."

This man actually learned how to speak from her.

Zhuang Qingliu didn't turn his head away, pretended to be indifferent "Oh", said: "There is something you don't know yet, I am not the kind of person who is easy to coax."

Mei Hualan: "Understood, you didn't smile."

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

A little bit of anger really can't go away.

She turned her eyes and looked up and down at the people around her: "I won't forgive you."

After hiding her love for many years, the dimples on both sides of Mei Hualan's cheeks deepened, and she nodded very politely: "Mmm. Unless?"

Zhuang Qingliu, a flower spirit with a very low smile, didn't look away from the corners of her eyes, and said, "Unless you are also bald and accompany me."

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

Seeing that she actually started to think about it again, Zhuang Qingliu collapsed and said, "You really only like hair!"

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and groped directly into her arms: "Give me back my hair, whoever wants to pay homage to you, I won't marry you!"

Mei Xiaohan, who was regarded as the air at the side, turned his head, looked at the childish lamb with silk braided out from the skirt of Mei Hualan's clothes, very sour, and said baldly: "Senior Zhuang, if you know Huahua What was Lan like in those years when you were not around, now I guess not only want to marry again, but also want to pull her on the bed. "

"..."

Mei Hualan's lips, which were kissed just now, were already extraordinarily bright, but now her ancestral ears suddenly turned red again.

There seemed to be ripples in Zhuang Qingliu's heart, and his eyes lingered on Mei Panpan's face for a few times before he turned his head and pretended to be dignified towards Mr. Yan, whose works have become popular in the ghost world: "To the person concerned!" You don’t have to be so unrestrained in your face, you can create freely behind your back.”

Mei Xiaohan immediately seized the opportunity and blinked: "Do you need [-] to [-] percent?"

"Just close your eyes for now." Zhuang Qingliu suddenly squinted, pointed his finger "whoosh" and bounced a thick black cloud on her face, then leaned closer and lowered his head without saying a word, and found Mei Panpan again. His lips sucked up.

There are some things that I can't think about too much, because I feel very sore when I think about them.She doesn't need to listen, she knows what this man has been like for so many years.

"..." Although Mei Panpan felt that it was not the right time, she stretched out her hand and hugged her tightly.

Different from the warm and harmonious atmosphere on the way back here, hurry up and come back, the bitter wind in the whole fairy land is cutting everyone's face like a knife.Although the White Jade Three-Arch Bridge connecting the two worlds was destroyed, the Shadow Wall people who had come over did not disappear. Thick and sticky black shadows gradually gathered under the flying islands, as if they were waiting for the boss with their heads held high. The meat that will reach the mouth.

Veins popped up on Pei Xuan's forehead. He wasn't tall, but there was an exceptionally tall monk, and his feet were almost touching those turbulent black shadows right now.

The flying island was silent and panicked. At this moment, a trembling old man's voice suddenly sounded softly on the edge: "If this island sinks, will everyone on it die?"

No one answered his words, and everyone's throats seemed to be choked.

"It's because it's too heavy..." The old man murmured while lying on the edge with his back bent, and suddenly stood up tremblingly, and jumped down by himself like an old and shriveled butterfly.

Not a word of extraneous words.

Mei Huari's throat suddenly choked, Mei Siji's eyes were covered with mist, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Don't..."

Such a helpless thin voice was drowned in the sudden noise. Seeing that Feidao was getting lower and lower, lower and lower, three inches, two inches...one inch.

More and more old people began to stagger out and jumped down by themselves. For a while, the edge of the entire island was splashed like waves. If you look carefully, there are actually many young figures inside.

At the same time, the sinking of the entire island slowed down a little, as if countless undead ghosts who had just died also floated faintly, stretching out their hands to support the island.

Mei Siyu felt so sad that she couldn't breathe, and tears flowed all over her face.

"Children, don't be sad... You have tried your best..." Another old voice disappeared in the wind.

A blizzard gradually rolled up in the air, as if the sky and the earth were also whimpering.

The entire Immortal Continent has blossomed everywhere, and every cultivator supporting the flying island has almost reached its limit. Mei Huari finally got sticky black shadows on the soles of his feet. He rolled his throat twice, and closed his eyes with his hands motionless. Prepare to die brazenly.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: "—Let go!"

A figure flashed in the sky, and Zhuang Qingliu rushed back!

She suddenly stretched out her hand to form a magic seal, and an identical clone flew down to the bottom of the island, quickly propping up the whole island into the air again.

At the same time, Meihualan's long sword swung out like the wind, narrowly catching all the people who jumped in the air, and sent them back. The monks who had already supported themselves under the island were no exception, and were thrown off one after another. island.

Pei Xuan's whole body softened suddenly, and he almost lay face down on the ground.

At this time, a piece of handkerchief and a pot of water were silently handed over from the side. It was the young man in gray who recognized him and scolded him not long ago. The man squatted seriously and said, "Don't look at me like that, drink up the water quickly. Pass it to the person next to you."

Zhuang Qingliu didn't have time to keep watching this scene, he shuttled back and forth in the void very quickly, and replaced his avatar under hundreds of flying islands.

Mei Siyu sat straight on the ground, her voice was hoarse from crying, and she kept wiping her tears with the back of her hand: "Senior Zhuang, why didn't you send them out earlier?"

Zhuang Qingliu kindly tore off a sleeve of Plum Blossom Lantern, knelt down and wiped his cat-like face: "The person who is enlightened will have as much spiritual power as you give it. If you can get along with the real I can create a country to be the king, it's just a stopgap measure."

Mei Siji, who is far stronger than Mei Siyu or a little numb in his mind, rolled his eyes, and sure enough, he saw that more than a hundred people were divided. Behind him, Zhuang Qingliu's whole body was a little transparent, and those flying islands were not stable either. Floating in the air, although it is almost invisible to the naked eye, it is indeed sinking very slowly.

A group of monks hurriedly didn't dare to stay on the island any longer, and took off with their swords one after another.

"It doesn't have to be like this." Zhuang Qingliu swept her sleeves away, and suddenly used her spiritual power to fly a flying boat in mid-air. It was the one that took the first batch of immortal disciples to Gu Mengchao to study. She said, "I can't take it anymore. For minor internal injuries, first go up and take medicine to adjust breath and rest."

Mrs. Yan, who used several times by herself, picked up the unflammable communication talisman, and Zhuang Qingliu turned to her and said, "Zhu Heng is fine, I will know when she can't stand it anymore."

Mei Xiaohan let go of her heart a little, and hurried to the Immortal Mansion to fetch a large amount of elixir stored in the warehouse. Mei Huazhou stretched out her hand a little, and took Pei Xuan, who had already exploded the elixir, onto the boat.

Many people fell into the cabin as soon as they boarded the boat, but Mei Huazhou didn't care to catch her breath, and walked around the deck in a hurry, saying worriedly: "Senior Zhuang?"

Zhuang Qingliu knew what he meant, stood high on the side of the boat and looked at the still surging black shadows below, and said in a low voice: "Since she can get these things here, she must have a way to deal with them."

"But we don't know."

Zhuang Qingliu: "I will find a way."

Mei Huazhou took the small porcelain bottle that Mei Hualan handed over in silence, pursed her lips and said, "Every time you delay, some people will die, and I don't know how many people she has killed."

Zhuang Qingliu cast her gaze away: "She's not that powerful, and she didn't kill the last cultivator alone."

Mei Huazhou's eyebrows moved subconsciously: "But as long as she wants, there are other ways if she doesn't have this way, and she can make other twists and turns at any time."

Zhuang Qingliu's eyelashes seemed to move slightly: "It's not that I don't want to restrain her, it's that I can't help it."

The air fell silent for a short while, as if Mei Huari had finally noticed something, she stared silently at Zhuang Qingliu's side face for a moment, and then subconsciously turned to Mei Hualan next to her.

Mei Hualan stood beside her without saying a word, her eyes were dim, but she didn't meet Mei Huazhou's eyes, but stretched out her hand and took Zhuang Qingliu away.

Not only was the cabin and medicine for a short rest on the boat, but also some food and water were prepared. Mei Hualan used a basin to fetch hot water, and soaked the snow-white wet towel into it.Originally, she was going to wipe Zhuang Qingliu's face, but as she washed it, it became Zhuang Qingliu who walked behind her, rubbing the black dirt off her hands back and forth.

Before the two men had dried their hands, a red cannonball rushed towards them with a "chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp".

"Hey." Zhuang Qingliu caught the female goose, lifted the brim of his hat to give it a little look, hugged it, and said, "Are you happy? Mom has the same style as you. "

"Chirp, chirp, chirp?" Mei Sigui's black and round bird eyes obviously showed a hint of humor and interest, and it was obvious that he was laughing foolishly.

Zhuang Qingliu also hooked his eyes, bowed his head and kissed its bald head: "Okay, like an ugly duck, take the food on the table to your big goose friend, I'm so hungry that I want to sing in a chorus."

Mei Sigui kissed her very cutely, then flew over to kiss Mei Hualan, and happily went out with a big bucket of fried millet in her mouth.

Zhuang Qingliu casually shook off the half-wet water stains on her hands, seeing that Mei Hualan who was wringing out the towel didn't know what it was, so she suddenly said to her, "—baa."

Mei Hualan turned her head: "..."

Now that Zhuang Qingliu knew what she was thinking, she laughed, and said, "I say hello to other goats, and they will all respond to me."

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

Zhuang Qingliu didn't know which string she was plucking, she pulled the towel in her hand and shook it aside, dragged her to the porthole and said: "When I was in the cave, I had to shout such troublesome passwords, I almost lost it. "

Mei Hualan's eyes fell on her face and turned around.

Zhuang Dawei finally stopped pretending, and hooked her to sit on the couch, raised his head and said, "Ming people don't speak dark words, I want to change the password for summoning you."

Mei Hualan's eyes were shallow and she became more subtle: "Changed to what?"

Zhuang Qingliu held back very restrainedly and said, "Baa."

"..." Mei Hualan knew it.

Before she could speak, Zhuang Qingliu leaned back on the couch again, looked at the corner of the cabin and sighed softly: "I like people who are willing to let me change their passwords so much."

"..." Mei Panpan pursed her lips in a way that was not an opponent at all, glanced at the door where no one had passed, and said softly, "It's changed."

"Then try it!" Zhuang Qingliu immediately stood up with a grunt, retreated to the corner of the room, opened his hands very enthusiastically and said, "Baa. Baabaa. Baaah."

The plum blossoms in the middle of the room disappeared one by one, and appeared in her arms in an instant. Zhuang Qingliu caught her firmly and kissed her cheek quickly.

"Alas, it's coming." Zhuang Qingliu laughed so happily and teased her, "It's so good. Call you, come here."

Mei Panpan was once again appreciated by the ears of the ancestors: "..."

Zhuang Qingliu felt it with his fingertips, and asked with a smile on purpose, "Will you still learn from me this time?"

The newly released pink baa pursed her lips and said, "I'll change it to something else."

The one surnamed Zhuang didn't admit it after he was done with it, he looked at the sky and said, "I have the final say on yours."

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

"But how can you bully our good baa?" Zhuang Qingliu blinked as if he had just thought about it, "Then change it to 'baby'."

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

"It's too long to call it three words, isn't it?" Zhuang Qingliu made it on purpose again, happily rolling on the couch, "Okay, at most I can shorten one more word for you, 'baby', okay? No more too much."

Mei Hualan's eyes fell on her face strangely, but she didn't answer.

Zhuang Qingliu repeated his old trick, rolling to the edge of the couch and hugging her waist: "Think about 'Young Master Zhuang, save the baby' - I have let you be my baby for so long before, you can't let me be yours baby?"

Mei Panpan began to lose again: "..."

Zhuang Qingliu laughed so hard in his heart that he rubbed against her soft arms and said, "Do you not like these two words? Or do you want to be called Bao? Baby?"

Suddenly the sound of a bird's beak knocking on the window came from outside, Mei Sigui chirped and chirped—isn't that it?

"Hahahahahaha." Its grandma, surnamed Zhuang, smiled immodestly, and also popped out a ball of spiritual light, flicking away the little head that squeezed in to peek, "Cub, you are the treasure that my mother and I share. Only your mother's."

Mei Hualan finally moved closer, blocking her unscrupulous voice.

Zhuang Qingliu didn't smile at all. Every time this person was bullied badly, he would just bow his head and kiss her, or at most lightly bite her.

This time, Mei Hualan moved away a little bit and called out, "Zhuang Zhu."

Zhuang Qingliu touched her very red lips with her fingertips, and said softly in her heart: "Yes."

Mei Hualan looked at her with very clear eyes: "I promise you this, but I have something to tell you."

Zhuang Qingliu blinked in surprise, sat up a little bit, still took her hand gently, and said, "Say."

Mei Hualan was silent for a moment before asking: "How old is she?"

Zhuang Qingliu paused for a moment: "What?"

Mei Hualan watched her silently, this time she didn't make a sound.

Zhuang Qingliu moved her eyelashes a little, and suddenly laughed: "Although your act of abducting me to marry you offended the elders very much, our ancestors didn't say anything, and most of them agreed. Asking you to serve tea and water under her hand to beg for a living, she—”

"She is very old." Before Zhuang Qingliu finished speaking, Mei Hualan whispered this sentence again.

Zhuang Qingliu's voice stopped, and the expression on his face finally calmed down. There was an indistinct silence, mixed with a trace of confusion and bewilderment that had never been seen before.

Mei Hualan felt sore, stretched out her hand and gently hugged her into her arms, suddenly remembered that many years ago when she was in Gumengchao, she asked Zhuang Qingliu about Zhuang Huang, Zhuang Qingliu was silent for a moment, and led her to walk slowly : "My master, my master is very busy, and I don't see her often."

Mei Hualan gently touched Zhuang Qingliu's head, then slowly squatted down in front of the couch, raised her head and looked into her eyes seriously: "End, Zhuang Zhu."

Zhuang Qingliu's eyelashes were slightly drawn back, but she didn't say a word.

"You don't want this either. You don't want to drag it on forever."

Mei Hualan reached out to touch her eyelashes: "You haven't really looked at me for a long time, when are you going to take a good look at me again?"

The soft things under her hand suddenly became moist silently, and Zhuang Qingliu said in a hoarse voice: "She is very old, but for so many years... After losing her relatives, she no longer gets close to others, no longer with others She does these things alone, and even consciously or unintentionally, she is unwilling to cultivate a confidant... There is no one around her."

Mei Hualan pressed her against her neck sadly, but still just stretched out her hand to caress back and forth.

Zhuang Qingliu said with a very difficult voice: "I...I..."

At this moment, a cold blue talisman suddenly floated up, and Pei Yi's steady voice came from the opposite side: "Master Zhuang!"

Zhuang Qingliu's eyebrows twitched slightly, Mei Hualan patted her lightly, and quickly and calmly asked her, "How is it?"

Pei Yi's voice visibly trembled and took a breath, and he said very quickly: "Brother Ji and I have figured it out. The place connected to the other end of the teleportation point is the boundary of the Xuechuanbian family!"

Mei Hualan asked thoughtfully, "Xuechuanbian?"

"Yeah, ahhhh——" This time, Ji Wudu's voice changed, and he said quickly, "What a huge glacier and snowfield, I've never been here before, why is it so cold?! Leading here What do you mean? Brother Pei, can I go back first, my God, I can't feel my feet anymore!"

With the ups and downs of his bluffing voice, Mei Hualan and Zhuang Qingliu, who were on the flying boat, looked at each other very quickly - the fairy gate of the last fairy world was located in the snow-topped heavenly palace.

The author has something to say: I don’t know if you all have seen the hot search on the scarf saying hello to Yangyang some time ago. If you haven’t seen it, you can search for "Yangyang Response", and you will know how much Yangyang is. cute).