no one knows better than me

After she finished asking, Lan Song's face became even more strange, and he raised his eyes to look back and forth on Zhuang Qingliu's face: "You want to know?"

Is not this nonsensical?

Although the good-for-nothing chase scene suddenly turned into a big talk scene, Lan Song is obviously not an idiot, so Zhuang Qingliu nodded at him with great sincerity: "Yes, I want to know, after all, I have to do it for you for no reason. Am I not worthy to know the inside story when the Jade Spirit gave his life?"

Lan Song looked at her mockingly: "You don't even know how you survived, why do you still care about how you die?"

"?" Is this a human language?

Zhuang Qingliu couldn't explain it to him: "Although I don't know, it has grown out of the lake after all, so I still hope to live a good life. This idea should be normal?"

"Hahahahahahahaha." Lan Song suddenly raised his head and burst into tears, "So people like you can survive, why didn't anyone save Chutang? Why can't Chutang live? Is it possible that I am the only one in this world? Is it so painful for a person to live?"

Zhuang Qingliu had nothing to say about his jumping up and down like this, but after slightly squinting his eyes, he suddenly asked: "Actually, you didn't want to resurrect your Jade Spirit with me, did you? What exactly do you want to do with me?"

Lan Song lowered his head, withdrew the expression on his face, suddenly slammed his palm out, and continued to punch Zhuang Qingliu: "He was forced to death by you at the beginning, and now you give him back, isn't it justified?"

Zhuang Qingliu's heart skipped a beat, he spun around with Mei Hualan in his arms, flung Du'er out of his hand, let it automatically block in front of him, and said quickly: "You said I forced him to death?"

"Forget it so soon?" Lan Song taunted, with a sharp palm, "Isn't your face covered under that mysterious cloak in Lancheng? Wasn't it you who secretly took away the person he threatened overnight? Didn't you make the more than 1000 Rouran children? Isn't it you who designed everything behind it?!"

Every word of his voice is heavier, and his moves are faster and faster every time!

This time Zhuang Qingliu hadn't moved yet, and Mei Hualan, who had been so weak that she hadn't said a word for a long time, actually summoned the floating lamp, as if she finally couldn't stand Lan Song anymore.

Before Zhuang Qingliu could hide in time, he grabbed her first, and quickly wrapped her bloody wound with two bandages: "Ancestor, please do me a favor!"

The body of the crossing rope in front of the two of them swam around and left an afterimage, blocking it for the last time like a barrier, blah!The spiritual power was exhausted, and he fell to the ground like a hanging rope.

Zhuang Qingliu beckoned to take it back, and immediately flew up, and even took the initiative to receive Lan Song's palm—boom!

Lan Song was instantly shocked by her tens of feet, and the expression in his eyes suddenly changed.

Twilight has already closed, and the moon is covered by dark clouds in the mountains, which is damp and cold.

The situation turned inexplicably in an instant, Lan Song's expression was uncertain, his eyes fixed on Zhuang Qingliu's hand: "So you have been—"

"That's right." Zhuang Qingliu interrupted his unnecessary speech, holding the pestle firmly on the ground, "Do you really think that that moment in the illusion can test out how much strength I still have left? "

Lan Song's expression changed a few times: "...Then what are you trying to do by deliberately hiding these few times?"

"What don't you want to do?" Zhuang Qingliu rubbed the handle of Chasing Soul with his fingertips, looked up at the night sky, "—it's just that the moon is dark and the wind is high, so I want to give you a knife."

The surrounding fields are completely silent, the wind seems to be still, and even the rustling of the leaves in the mountains and forests cannot be heard.

Lan Song stared closely at Zhuang Qingliu's eyes, and after a short moment of tumbling in his heart, he said word by word: "I, no, believe it."

Zhuang Qingliu raised Chasing Soul straightly with one hand, the sharp point of the knife lined up with her eyes, and pointed at Lan Song: "Then you can try, how long have I taught and taken care of you, now I can cut you off with a knife. As fast as you can cut off your head."

After saying these words, the expressions of Lan Song and Mei Hualan changed dramatically at the same time, Mei Hualan turned her head and stared at Zhuang Qingliu without a moment's notice——was she thinking... did that mean?

Zhuang Qingliu hugged her waist calmly, and stared at Lan Song calmly: "I have taken care of you for so many years, now besides wanting to kill me, don't you have anything else you want to tell me?"

Lan Song's face changed indescribably for a moment, and he spoke slowly: "... I don't really want to kill anyone, otherwise I don't have to try my best to send them away one after another, and I don't have to go over and over just to take them away. you."

His voice fell softly: "For so many years, I actually—"

As he was speaking, a bird suddenly appeared out of the corner of his eye.

"—Baby, shed your hair!"

The moment Zhuang Qingliu saw a bird in Lan Song's sight, a big wind bag suddenly blew out—Hula!The whole world turned into fiery red in the blink of an eye, and the dense fluffy things seemed to be engulfed in a blizzard. Lan Song was simply stunned by this lightning-like change. Just as he subconsciously raised his hand... he was stuffed for a whole day Beak bird feathers.

"..."

Zhuang Qingliu's voice faded away in the bird's hair snow: "No matter what you do, there is actually no difference between grabbing a tael of gold and grabbing a copper coin-reminiscing about the past is all fake, and it would be too ironic to say that I really can't bear it before killing someone... Forgive me for not being with you, farewell!"

She said that she completely disappeared with the plum blossoms in her arms, and when Lan Song's eyes were peeled away from the bird feathers all over the sky... the four fields were so quiet that there was not even a trace of wind fluctuations.

What's even weirder is——he lowered his head with his complexion turned and changed, staring at the feathers on the ground for a long time, and just about to pick up a piece to have a look, those feathers unexpectedly flew into the sky automatically without wind, and soon came out of the night. Disappeared after the spiral!

Lan Song stood there in shock... He didn't react for a long time.

On the other side, Zhuang Qingliu pierced through Lin Fuye. After flying fast in the night for a long time, he finally ran out of breath. He suddenly held onto a pine tree by his hand, bowed his head and spit out the blood he had been holding back for a long time.

Mei Hualan struggled to open her eyes, her face was extremely ugly and she raised her hand to pick the wound on her lower abdomen that was stained with Lan Song's sword energy.Zhuang Qingliu pressed her down: "No need!"

"—— Chirp!!"

At the same time, Mei Sigui, who was hiding from all directions with bird feathers, quickly flapped his wings and flew close, grabbed the hem of the two people's clothes with his mouth for a moment, and quickly threw them on his back and was about to go to the sky.

Zhuang Qingliu wiped the corner of his mouth, held it down, and said quickly: "Don't! There is a barrier at the bottom of this cliff, we can't get out no matter what, you are a little smaller, and fly quickly between the tree trunks , circling back and forth and turning in several directions."

"Chirp!" Although Mei Sigui didn't know why, she kept blinking and flapping her wings according to her words, shuttled and circled silently and extremely quickly among the huge cliff bottom mountain forest.

Zhuang Qingliu breathed a sigh of relief on its back, and then laid Mei Hualan flat on her back, removed the blood-soaked bandage from her wound, held it in the palm of her hand and hung it outside Mei Sigui's wings, and after a short while, Then squeeze it lightly.

In this way, Lan Song only needs to search a few places back and forth for a while, and he will find that this trick is no longer effective, and he just deliberately talked about it for a long time, and the weak spiritual power in Mei Hualan's wound should be almost gone.

Around the whistling of a cup of tea, Zhuang Qingliu carefully treated Mei Hualan's wound on Mei Sigui's back, and said without any delay: "Okay, Sigui, land on the ground."

Mei Sigui quickly landed gently and steadily, turned her head and stretched her neck worriedly, rubbing her small head against Mei Hualan's face.

"She's fine, she's just injured, and she'll be fine soon." Zhuang Qingliu stroked its head soothingly, then said quickly, "You're the size of a sparrow now, try to fly up first."

As far as she knows, many barriers are obviously only for blocking, but every time Lan Song casts a barrier, there is a faint electric light. This kind of barrier is probably only for the purpose of restricting people's access—otherwise Although the jade spirit can come and go freely, it is impossible for the food and medicinal materials he brings to penetrate it.

Mei Sigui immediately obeyed, turned into a sparrow and flew up to the sky quietly. After a while, she flew up to the top of the cliff without any obstacles, and then immediately circled down, rushing to Zhuang Qingliu: "Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp!"

Zhuang Qingliu hesitated for a short moment, then resolutely let go, and placed Mei Hualan on a big tree, then made Mei Sigui bigger, and quickly got on her back.

Mei Sigui turned her head to Mei Hualan who was on the side: "... Chirp?" After she finished chirping, it became bigger again.

Zhuang Qingliu patted its head: "...I know you can bring two people with you, but she is absolutely impossible to try now, and she may be too weak to be stunned by the electric shock again, so go! If I can go out, I have a way Let her out!"

"Chirp, chirp." Mei Sigui stretched her neck out and kissed Mei Hualan's face, as if she had said a word to her obediently, and then she took Zhuang Qingliu to the sky, the speed was extremely fast.

At the same time, Lan Song, who was patrolling the bottom of the cliff with an expressionless face, suddenly raised his head, and following the movement of his eyes, the soles of his feet flew towards the direction where the big bird flew into the sky.

Between two breaths——Zi la! !

Gorgeous ripples of electric light lit up over the entire cliff, Zhuang Qingliu failed in his attempt, and was shocked into "Yesterday Pei Yi" on the spot, so he had to order Mei Sigui to fly back to the ground quickly, and at the moment before Lan Song was about to catch up with him, he jumped from the ground. Pick up the plum blossom rail, and leave here through the woodland at low altitude.

She originally thought that she was a flower spirit, and Mei Sigui was a bird spirit. In the same conversion, Mei Sigui can go out, so she should be able to go out as well—as long as she goes out, then "Duanzhu Jun save the baby" It's fine to call out the plum blossom ring, because no matter what obstacles there are, the connection of deeds is the strongest, and it will not be restricted by this kind of space.

However, the ideal is full and the reality is dry.

After Mei Sigui circled at a high speed and changed a concealed direction, Zhuang Qingliu hugged the plum blossoms and landed on the railing. He quickly stuffed the two message symbols in his arms into Mei Sigui's feathers, and ordered it decisively: "Sigui, you immediately Fly out by yourself, contact City Lord Yan and Siji, and lead her to find someone to find us. If she can’t find it, go back to Mei’s Immortal Mansion—but remember not to come back alone in the future, and be sure to protect us. Be yourself, you know?"

Mei Sigui's bird's eyes fluctuated lightly, shining brightly, as if she wanted to shed tears, but before Zhuang Qingliu could coax her, it quickly kissed the two of them again, and flew away without delay.

Zhuang Qingliu's heart moved slightly, and he took out a bird feather left in his bosom to look at it, then lowered his head and whispered to Mei Hualan who was too tired to open his eyes: "You raised it well."

Mei Hualan's thick eyelashes seemed to be slightly stirred.

"Okay, it's your credit, I praise you."

Zhuang Qingliu smiled lightly, and stood up with his hands supporting the trunk of the tree: "It's just that we have to find a place where we can hide before—"

Before she finished speaking, a shadow of a person quietly appeared at the bottom of her feet, and then slowly elongated, bit by bit eating away at the entire ground.

Zhuang Qingliu's eyelids slightly moved - Zhu Heng.

"Why...are you here?"

After looking at each other for a short time, Zhuang Qingliu gently embraced Mei Hualan into his arms, and stared at Zhu Heng's eyes for a moment—did she suddenly follow Mei Sigui's flight to find her? Yes, or was it originally chasing Lan Song?

Zhu Heng's expression was as calm as always, but after glancing at Zhuang Qingliu, his eyes quietly turned to Mei Hualan, who was hugging her, with a slight flicker in his eyes.

Obviously, Mei Hualan is injured now, and now is the best chance for her to take Zhuang Qingliu away.

So without saying hello for a while, Zhu Heng suddenly made a move, and a ray of spiritual power from his finger suddenly flew towards Mei Hualan's eyebrows.

- Whoops!

Zhuang Qingliu turned around and raised his hand without thinking for a moment, and grabbed the wisp of spiritual power into his palm, then raised his head and glanced at Zhu Heng, his eyes were like knives.

"What the hell are you—thinking, doing, what, what?"

The color of Zhu Heng's eyes seemed to darken, his lips were quickly pursed into a line, and the sharp longbow appeared in his hand, and the corner of the bow was slightly raised: "Don't you know it all in your heart, and you still ask?"

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly grasped Zhuling, turned around and slashed out, as fast as lightning.

The whirlwind-like sword energy immediately swayed in the air like water ripples. At the same time, dozens of long and narrow scratches appeared all over Zhu Heng's body. on the skin.

This is a warning.

Zhu Heng moved his expression very delicately for a moment, and glanced at Mei Hualan's palm out of the corner of his eye: "Did she return Du E to you?"

Yes, when confronting Lan Song, Mei Hualan specially emphasized that "it's called Du'er, and it belongs to you" was not aimless, and Zhuang Qingliu quickly understood - the spiritual weapon can communicate with its owner, so Du'er Her own spiritual power can be transmitted to her, and she used this trick just now to frighten Lan Song for a short time.

But it was obvious that this call didn't work for Zhu Heng.

Zhuang Qingliu's face didn't change, she just put down the plum blossom rail, grasped the edge of Chasing Spirit's blade with one hand, and then slowly stroked from the tip to the tail of the blade—the blood gushing out of her palm was very strong. Almost the entire moon-white blade was covered with a layer of bewildering red.

Only then did Zhu Heng's face change, as if every time she saw Zhuang Qingliu, she always had such a process.

Unlike the bluff with Lan Song just now, this time Zhuang Qingliu looked straight at Zhu Heng through the tip of the knife, and said word by word: "Since you know so well, do you dare to try?"

The four fields were silent for a moment, and half of the crescent moon seemed to be covered by a cloud that flew slowly by.

Zhu Heng just looked at her expression for a long time, and then glanced at Mei Hualan who was placed on the ground by her: "Who is she to you now?"

Zhuang Qingliu raised her eyebrows: "Do you really want to know?"

Zhu Heng laughed suddenly, and another jumping aura appeared on the tip of his finger unexpectedly, but this time he leisurely stopped in mid-air, without moving, but seemed to be thinking about it in a gentlemanly way: "It seems that it is nothing to do it while she is like this." mean."

Zhuang Qingliu's eyelids and the tip of the knife closed together: "Then get out of the way."

Zhu Heng nodded: "I actually came with Lan Song this time, and I didn't come to chase you on purpose."

"Very well, then let's play Lan Song, please." Zhuang Qingliu glanced at her again, and leaned over to hug Mei Hualan.

However, Zhu Heng took advantage of this moment to suddenly get into trouble, and the aura that jumped from his fingertips flew into Mei Hualan's lower abdomen, and said inscrutablely, "For the sake of our old friendship with you."

Zhuang Qingliu's heart suddenly throbbed when he was stabbed by the unstoppable spiritual light, he slashed out without hesitation, and slashed at her head from mid-air with precision... Then he realized something, and stopped in mid-air.

Zhu Heng glanced at her with interest: "Why didn't you cut it off?"

Zhuang Qingliu retracted the knife without saying a word, bent down, carefully paid attention to avoiding the position of Mei Hualan's wound, leaned over and hugged him gently into his arms: "No matter what friendship I have had with you, now there is none left."

She looked up at Zhu Heng, and said word by word: "—Get out."