Mo Xiao Yi Shi Qing

The four of them walked out of the city gate openly, and the guards at the gate did not stop them, so they went out smoothly.

Did it come out so easily?

Lu Yinzui and Fusang were jumping up and down in front of them like two old children.

Shao Ziling and Fu Qing followed behind.

Unlike the rush when I came, it was like traveling in the mountains and rivers when I went back.

At night, the fire was lit by the river, and it didn't matter if they were all men, so they took turns bathing in the river.

Fusang was the last one to wash, carefully wrapped the picture scroll in the clothes she took off, and then soaked comfortably in the river.

It's not too cold in April.

Fusang put on his underwear after washing, carefully picked up the scroll, opened it and looked at it for a few more times.

After putting away the scroll, he was about to put it back on his chest when Shao Ziling rushed over from nowhere and snatched it away.

"Wow, Fusang, you still hide Fu Qing's portrait!" Shao Ziling snatched the scroll, opened it and looked at the moonlight.

Fusang panicked, and didn't care about the unworn clothes on the ground. She stepped on the clothes and was about to snatch the scroll back.

Shao Ziling dodges Fusang not to go back, playing with Fusang jokingly.

Shao Ziling didn't expect that the picture scroll was of such poor quality that it was torn into two halves at once, with one half still in Shao Ziling's hands and the other half falling into the river.

Fusang immediately stopped being attached to the half of the scroll in Shao Ziling's hand, and turned around to run into the water to retrieve the half of the scroll.

Shao Ziling quickly grabbed him and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. You're still wearing clothes and you'll get wet when you go down. I'll ask someone to draw you a new one. It's more like Fu Qing's than this one."

Fusang struggled and said, "I don't want Fu Qing's portrait, I just want this scroll."

At this time, Lu Yinzui came up from the river, took the half of the scroll and handed it to Fusang.

Shao Ziling let go of Fusang's hand, and Fusang took the half of the scroll in Lu Yinzui's hand, and gently pressed the scroll with his sleeve, allowing the fabric to absorb the water on the scroll.

The eyes looking at the picture scroll were full of incomprehensible emotions, suddenly Fusang looked up at Lu Yinzui.

He really couldn't take it anymore, Lu Yinzui would always look at him with this kind of eyes.

Holding the painting scroll in one hand, Fusang walked over and grabbed Lu Yinzui by the collar with the other hand and said, "Who are you looking through me?!"

Before Lu Yinzui could reply, several daggers flew towards them.

Lu Yinzui took Fusang's hand to dodge, and Fu Qing did not know when he arrived at Shao Ziling's side, protecting Shao Ziling behind him.

"The reaction is pretty fast!" Wu Shu appeared in the field of vision of the four of them.

"You, hand over the fruit of the bud tree." Wu Shu pointed to Fu Qing and said.

"Bah! Who will give it to you!" Shao Ziling grimaced at Wushu.

Fu Qing's things belong to Fu Qing.

Unexpectedly, Fu Qing reached out to open the backpack behind Shao Ziling, and took out the fruit of the bud tree from it.

Shao Ziling turned his head to look, with a dazed expression, it turned out that Fu Qing put the fruit of the bud tree in his bag.

Fu Qing threw the fruit of the bud tree to Wu Shu, and Wu Shu took the fruit of the bud tree and weighed it in his hand.

"I didn't expect that you really took this thing off. It seems that Yacheng will change hands again." Wu Shu laughed.

Fu Qing frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

Shao Ziling looked up at Fu Qing.

"So you don't know." Wu Shu was still a little shocked, "What do you mean? It means the fruit of the bud tree falls, and the death of the city lord of the bud city."

A long whip was thrown at Wu Shu, Wu Shu dodged, grabbed the whip and pulled it tightly, saying: "I won't fight you this time."

After finishing speaking, Wu Shu let go of his whip and stepped back.

Fu Qing withdrew his whip and looked ahead.

Siri walked slowly from the dark under an umbrella, and every time he walked a footprint, a pattern appeared on the ground wherever he went.

Siri raised his umbrella, revealing that smiling face.

"Fusang, come here." Siri stretched out his hand towards Fusang.

Is this day still here?

Lu Yinzui saw that Fusang beside him lowered his head, his expression was invisible, and his slightly trembling body clearly showed his fear and terror.

Fusang slowly moved towards Siri step by step.

At this time, Wu Shu came over with a puppet made of golden dream tree root, put it in front of Siri, panted and said: "I'm exhausted, now I just need to transfer Xiao Jiu's soul here."

"Xiao Jiu? No way." Lu Yinzui's expression tensed.

Fusang was almost at Siri's side, but the words of Wu Shu and Lu Yinzui seemed to stimulate him, Fusang suddenly raised his head, grabbed a dagger from Wu Shu's waist with one hand, and pointed the knife point at his own. At heart, stay away from Siri.

"Xiaojiu, Xiaojiu, it's him again, so what am I!" Fusang held the dagger tightly, and the dagger had already torn his clothes.

"What, what is nothing is nothing, you are just a container." Wu Shu touched the dagger he lost at his waist, and said as a matter of course.

"Heh." Fusang smiled, and the dagger approached his chest again, with the tendency to stab it.

"You all want to resurrect him so much, but as long as I die, he will never live again!" Fusang stabbed the dagger bit by bit.

Siri still looked at Fusang with a smiling face, but his eyes narrowed even more.

Wu Shu panicked, but Siri didn't move, and he had nothing to do.

Shao Ziling looked very anxious, raised his foot and retracted it, looked at Fu Qing and asked in a low voice: "Fu Qing, why don't you make a move?"

Fu Qing shook his head and said, "No need."

Lu Yinzui looked at Fusang, but it wasn't Fusang in his eyes.

He was looking at Naihe through Fusang.

"Fusang, put down the dagger." A familiar voice came from afar.

Fusang was startled, looked towards the sound, and murmured with despair in his eyes: "So, are you going to give up on me too?"

Fusang threw the dagger to the ground weakly, not a single drop of blood flowed from his chest.

Fusang walked slowly towards Siri, counting a number with each step.

"zero."

"one."

"two."

"three."

"Four."

"five."

"six."

"seven."

"seven."

He counted seven twice.

"Eight."

"Nine."

When I counted to nine o'clock, I just walked in front of Siri, bowed my head, and there was a puppet made by the roots of Jinmengshu.

There is no ten, and he is not ten.

Siri smiled and took a step back, and threw the bud tree fruit given to him by Wushu to the puppet made of Fusang and Jinmengshu roots, and instantly the ground burst into bright lines, connected with the bud tree fruit.

It is a formation under the rabbit cloth, spread all over the whole mountain.

The puppet made by Fusang and Jinmengshugen is the center of the formation.

"I don't believe in gods, Buddhas, demons, and myself, but I believe in you." Fusang saw a rabbit in the dark, staring at that place and said word by word, with an unprecedented weakness in his tone.

In an instant, the radiance was overwhelming, and the entire mountain was shrouded in light, and then slowly, the radiance dissipated, and the formation also disappeared.

Fusang was paralyzed on the ground with expressionless face, his limbs were messily folded, and his eyes were devoid of expression, like a marionette with a broken string.

No, he is now a broken doll.

Not all nights will usher in dawn, not all darkness will be illuminated by sunshine.

Just like just now, wherever the light goes, there is no Fusang.

Even so, Fusang still held the half of the scroll tightly in his hand, like the last hope, even though the hope would not come to him.

Lu Yinzui frowned tightly. Now Fusang doesn't have that familiar feeling. The Fusang he saw in his right eye no longer has a soul similar to Naihe. Just like before, Fusang still has nothing to do with this world. who has the connection.

Shao Zi made his head confused for a while, and knocked on his head with his hand, but it didn't have any effect.

The effect of the soul-suppressing bead started again, Shao Ziling walked towards Fusang uncontrollably, and suddenly, he completely entered the memory.

what is this?

Nothing.

Like an unconscious picture, nothing.

blank memory.

Before Shao Ziling could figure out the situation, he was forcibly brought back to the real world.

"You can't read his memory."

Shao Ziling looked in horror at the person in front of him who forcibly pulled him back to the real world.

Who on earth is this person, who can resist the power of the Soul Relief Orb so easily, it is so terrifying that it is suffocating.

The rabbit picked up Fusang, who was indistinguishable from an ordinary doll at this time, shaking his arms and legs as if they were broken.

Fu Qing came over and pulled Shao Ziling up, rubbed his head to comfort him, but looked at Fusang in the rabbit's arms with bloodshot eyes.

Until the rabbit hugged Fusang and disappeared into the jungle, Fu Qing still couldn't look back.

A burst of discordant applause rang out, accompanied by a voice: "I just woke up and saw a good show, wonderful."

Everyone followed the applause and saw a blond man sitting in the shallow water by the river like a ruffian.

"Let me introduce myself first, my name is Jin Meng." Jin Meng said with hooked lips.

If you look closely, there is a slight difference in color on both sides of the middle-parted blond hair.

"Shenmingmu." Lu Yinzui said to himself.

Jin Meng looked at Lu Yinzui, and said jokingly, "Yo, I know quite a lot."

Looking at Jin Meng's appearance, Wu Shu couldn't help complaining: "That's all, it's not as good as Fusang."

Jin Meng kicked across the water and stood up, Wu Shu flew towards Jin Meng uncontrollably.

Jin Meng stuck to Wu Shu's back, grabbed the hair on the back of Wu Shu's head, and said: "The little girl is very hot-tempered."

"Who is the little girl!" Wu Shu raised her foot and stepped on Jin Meng's instep.

But Jin Meng smiled like a normal person, slid her hand from the back of her head to Wu Shu's front neck, then bent her head to rest on Wu Shu's head, and said: "Don't get angry, or you won't grow taller."

Wu Shu's last thread of reason broke, and he yelled frantically: "I'm going to kill you!"

And took action, broke away from Jinmeng, took out the dagger and fan, and attacked the gold coins.

Jin Meng didn't fight back, just said: "You can't beat me."

Then Jin Meng flew into the air, suspended in the air and said: "I won't play with you anymore."

After saying that, he left, and Wu Shu roared at the sky where there was only one figure left: "Get out of here!"

Jin Meng looked back at Wu Shu, raised the corners of her mouth, and said with a smile: "Goodbye, little sister."

Full of ridicule, Wu Shu stomped his feet angrily.

Wu Shu is aggressive, but he is not considered strong among the participants. Without talent, he is extremely hardworking, and as time goes by, he becomes a character who wants to fight anyone who catches him.

Now that Jin Meng directly said that Wu Shu couldn't beat him, the even more exciting Wu Shu felt itchy in his heart, and then turned to stare at Siri.

Siri smiled and waved his hands and said, "I'm not going to fight you, I'll go back and find the eight cubs."

Wu Shu curled his lips, although he can't beat Bai Ye, but he is indeed a good guy for practicing.

We must catch that guy Jin Meng and tear him into pieces.

Siri looked at Lu Yinzui who was watching with a smile, and then left with the dance book.