Fuck you

Mingyue Gui wished she could not drill down into the ground.

It’s fine if it’s someone else. Youfeng grew up with Xinghe since he was a child. He said that he is a senior brother, and he is similar to his brother. Mingyuegui would pay attention to his image in front of him. The two of them seemed to have done something in private, and they felt like they were playing hooligans in front of their parents.

I'm so fucking embarrassed!

"I..." Mingyuegui grinned and stared at Xinghe, "I want to eat it myself, if you want to eat it, you can ask Mi Shu for it!"

Xinghe: "Oh..."

Mingyuegui: "..." Desperate.

"You really want to ask her?"

"maybe."

"What is maybe?"

"depend on mood."

"Xinghe, if you put it like this, you will be shot into the ditch by Hou Yi before, do you know?"

"Hou Yi can't beat me."

"I...fuck..." You Feng didn't dare to say the last word in front of You Feng, only breathed out.

You Feng felt that when the two of them stood together, it was as if an isolation barrier had been automatically opened. Since Ming Yuegui ran out, he was like a human-shaped tree stump, so he could only serve as a foil.

Let the two of them chat like this, it will be dark, everyone will run away, and Qian Mo will not be able to find him.

You Feng cleared his throat, just about to break up the two flirting little mandarin ducks with a stick, when he suddenly heard a fluttering sound.

The voice was not loud, but the two who were immersed in the small world over there shut their mouths at the same time, and the three raised their heads and looked out together.

Three or four spiritual birds flew over with flapping wings, and several more flew over from afar.

"So fast?" You Feng touched his chin, a little surprised.

There was no trace of joy on Xinghe's face, he frowned and said, "It's not optimistic."

Sure enough, the dozen or so spirit birds that flew one after another brought nothing but empty news. Xinghe went to the stone table and sat down to play with a small bead. Mingyuegui and Youfeng were still eagerly hoping for a miracle to happen.

After waiting like this for almost half an hour, and waiting for the replying spirit birds to fly over again, the two who had been standing all this time had to believe in a fact.

Qian Mo really disappeared.

Without a trace.

The four seas and the eight barren lands are vast, more than tens of thousands of miles. If you search aimlessly like this, the ending will only be exactly the same as that of the children of the God Clan who disappeared in the past.

Qianmo is the eldest son of Tianjun, he can no longer be loved by Tianjun, and stay in the medicine valley without any sense of existence, but he must not die or disappear without knowing why.

This is a big deal.

There are many tribes in the Three Realms. If Qianmo cannot be found, the people who have been passed on will be panicked. Everyone knows that the eternal leadership of the Celestial Clan may be affected.

Tianjun will definitely dig three feet into the ground and use all the power he can use to find Qianmo.

Tianjun is anxious, but it is definitely not because of the relationship between father and son.Mingyuegui raised the corners of his mouth mockingly, if he found Qianmo first, he would continue to hide him, such a father, don't mind.

Apart from this matter, Xinghe Youfeng was under the greatest pressure, after all, they arranged for Qianmo to live in Wenxinzhai.

There are too many places that the secret tracking can't take into account, and it is inconvenient to publicize this matter to cause unnecessary panic. The final result of the discussion is that Youfeng will continue to stay in Ziwei Palace to teach, and Xinghe will send an order to the emperors of the three clans. The clan is coordinated by Shaoshang, and the four clans work together to help track down the whereabouts of Qianmo.

The spirit bird was sent out, and You Feng ordered to leave, but the sky had already started to darken.

This matter should be sooner rather than later, Xinghe thought about nothing, and prepared to leave with Mingyuegui.

Passing by the gate of Ziwei Palace, he suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at the people behind him: "Go and get your sword back."

Mingyue Guizheng concentrated on kicking a small stone, and when Xinghe stopped, the small stone hit his snow-white boots: "No need?"

Xinghe whispered: "You don't want to see him?"

Ming Yuegui was silent for a while: "Think."

The answer was as expected, Xinghe raised the corner of his mouth: "Qinghua should be in Cangshu Pavilion, I'll take you there."

The gatekeeper boys on the left and the right looked at each other in horror, and waited for Xinghe Mingyuegui to walk away before they secretly covered their mouths and asked, "Youyang Lord just laughed?!"

"I don't know." The other boy opened his mouth wide, "A lot, maybe my eyes are dazzled."

The questioner nodded and rubbed his eyes vigorously: "That's right, how could Lord Youyang laugh."

Zangshu Pavilion is no different from more than 300 years ago, standing alone in a lush green.

The half-twilight sky is like every dusk in the past. As he approaches, he walks into the rushing memories. Mingyue Gui looks around, and the scenes of being punished jump into his mind one by one. He has sat on this chair, climbed over this railing, painted this bookshelf, and picked out this night pearl...

One after another, it seemed like it just happened yesterday, and he turned his head to look at Xinghe beside him, but he was no longer what he used to be, he had lost his youthful air, the disdain and arrogance that made people hate him, time had precipitated him more and more Shen Lian, and the arrogance and disdain that could not be retracted in the past is wrapped in Shen Lian, which will not make people uncomfortable, but worships and surrenders willingly.

Walking around like this slowed down a lot, the two of them didn't speak, maybe Xinghe was planning to leave some time for memories, the huge library can only hear the light footsteps of the two of them, nothing else.

Qinghua was not in the lobby, Mingyuegui bypassed the two rows of bookshelves, and went directly up the spiral staircase.

Xinghe silently followed behind, with his hands behind his back, wondering what he was thinking.

The attic is very high. In the past, Mingyuegui refused to climb up honestly, always thinking of taking a shortcut secretly. Now walking on the spiral staircase that he once walked, there may still be traces of his footsteps where he landed.

The same place, the same stairs, the same dusk, the former boy has grown into a handsome and tall man, nothing is more different than this.

Listening to the soft creaking sound of the spiral staircase, Ming Yuegui walked all the way with emotion, the bookshelf that he had engraved with big characters before was restored to its original state, I wonder if it was made by Xinghe?

It didn't take long to reach the low top floor, and there was a faint smell of grass in the air full of old books.

Master's taste.

Ming Yuegui bowed his body and raised his head to look at the wooden partition that he hadn't touched since he left Library Pavilion more than 300 years ago, his nose suddenly felt a little sore.

He stood still, Xinghe came over and grabbed his hand from behind.

Mingyue Gui trembled, and then tightened her fingers.