Is it the same with other big brothers?

When Zhou Lingxue cut off his consciousness, Ming Zhu was squatting under the tree, whispering to Zhou Lingxue with his back turned.

Zhou Nexue didn't know why, so she walked forward slowly, and saw Ming Zhu put something in her hand into the dense forest quickly, and then there was a rustling sound, Zhou Negxue glanced at it casually, just in time to see a The green snake tail got into the grass and quickly disappeared.

Mingzhu turned her head and smiled lightly: "Are you busy yet?"

Zhou Lingxue felt that the snake tail seemed a little strange, but he couldn't say what was so strange, so he frowned and said, "Mmm."

Ming Zhu was probably tired of playing, so he patted the grass clippings on his clothes and said, "Then let's go back."

Na Lian didn't seem to expect that Mingzhu would come back so soon, when he happened to meet him when he went out, he sneered at him.

Ming Zhu didn't have the same knowledge as him, and asked, "Where are you going?"

Na Lian said: "Kill someone, come back later, remember to save dinner for me."

Mingzhu: "Oh, good, come back early."

Zhou negative snow: "..."

Why are you able to downplay the murder so lightly?

After Nalian and Mingzhu explained the matter, they glanced at Zhou Lingxue with a half-smile, turned around and left with Nan Qinghe without saying anything.

Zhou Nexue was puzzled by the look in his eyes when he was leaving.

Mingzhu returned to the room where the charcoal basins were constantly running, took off the cloak on his body and threw it to Zhou Chengxue casually, his posture was very familiar, and he seemed to be used to ordering others.

The corners of Zhou Lingxue's lips twitched, but he couldn't get angry if someone took advantage of him, so he had to swallow his anger and accept it, then turned and left.

Wearing thin white clothes, Ming Zhu looked even more frail. He walked to the table, looked at Xi Chu sitting on the table and a bowl of steaming medicine beside him, raised his eyebrows, and said, "I won't drink it."

Xi Chu immediately stretched out his paw and pointed at the bowl of medicine with a "chichi", almost jumping up from the table.

Mingzhu walked over slowly, sat on the chair, glanced at him lazily, and said: "Don't do this to me, if you say you don't drink it, you don't drink it, since this herb is so valuable, why don't you drink it for me? .”

Xi Chu was so angry that tears were about to come out, and he slapped his paws heavily on the table: "Chichi!"

Ming Zhu gave a "tsk" and muttered, "Trouble."

But he still drank the medicine honestly.

Zhou Lingxue had already retreated outside with the cloak to avoid being tossed by the ancestor, but when the door was closed, something seemed to fall out of the cloak in his arms, and landed lightly on the ground. If you were not careful, you would not be able to find it at all. .

Zhou Lingxue was stunned for a moment, then bent his knees and picked up the things on the ground. After looking at them casually, he found that it was just an unattractive grass, which was probably brought back by standing on the hem of the cloak.

Zhou Lingxue didn't care, and after waiting outside for a long time, he suddenly thought of something. He stretched out the gorgeous cloak and looked at it with a tense face. Sure enough, he found another grass in the cloak.

Zhou Nexue pinched the grass with an unpredictable expression.

The curtain brought a lot of strong demon cultivators from the forest to protect Ming Zhu outside the room, most of them knew that their Lord Bushi had a human monk serving them, and they all knew Zhou Yingxue these days.

A demon cultivator in a blue shirt came over with medicine at this time, saw the grass in Zhou Lingxue's hand, chuckled lightly, and said, "Young Master Zhou, it's freezing outside, why are you waiting outside?"

It's early spring now, so it's not too cold, Zhou Lingxue shook his head, raised the grass in his hand: "What is this?"

The man smiled and said: "In the eyes of you human monks, this may be just a weed called Zhichuncao. It cannot be used for flowering and viewing, nor can it be used as medicine. It is not very useful, but for demon cultivators, it can cover us. We often call the strange thing of the demon core and demon breath, the blinding grass."

Zhou Yingxue murmured: "Cover up... the demon's breath..."

For a moment, the scene of Mingzhu swallowing the blinding grass absently and the green snake with a scar on its tail suddenly flooded Zhou Lingxue's mind, a strange and terrifying perception made him feel a little bit Difficulty breathing.

Although the green snake in Bushi's hand escaped extremely fast today, Zhou Shengxue caught a glimpse of the very eye-catching scar on the tip of the tail. The rescued green snake was exactly the same.

There is also the sentence that Mingzhu said at the beginning: "Go."

Not "Let's go", but "Go".

Zhou Neixue suddenly shuddered.

During this period of time, all kinds of strange intimacy with them, which seem to have been answered in this conjecture.

At this time, there was a sound of bright candles in the room: "Zhou Yunxue, beat that man out for me, don't let him in."

Yaoxiu showed a helpless smile when he heard the words, and said: "My lord, that lord Lian told us that you must drink this medicine."

Ming Zhu said: "I don't, you get out."

Zhou Lingxue froze in place for a long time before saying with difficulty: "Give me the medicine."

Immediately, the Yaoxiu seemed to have been pardoned, handed him the medicine, and ran away in a hurry.

Zhou Lingxue's legs were a little weak, and there was still a deep sense of disbelief in his eyes. He was stunned for a moment while holding the medicine, until the heat of the medicine dissipated, then he opened the door and walked in.

At this time, Ming Zhu had already withdrawn his spiritual power, and he was half-lying on the soft couch by the window, his ankle-length hair was half draped on the couch, and he was slumped on the ground.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the steaming medicine bowl in Zhou Lingxue's hand, and suddenly showed an expression that was difficult to look directly at, and turned his head to the side, blatantly refusing.

Zhou Nexue looked at him with a difficult expression. He took a deep breath, walked forward slowly, put the medicine on the table, and stood aside without taking the initiative to leave.

Mingzhu waited for a long time but didn't wait for him to leave, feeling a little strange.

Because on the first night, after Mingzhu used the summoning stone to toss Zhou negative snow enough, every time Zhou negative snow saw him, she wanted to stay away from him, and she never took the initiative to stay in front of him.

Mingzhu hesitated for a long time, turned his head, looked at Zhou Lingxue's expressionless face, with some cautious probing on his face, and said, "You, what are you still doing here?"

Zhou Lingxue couldn't even tell herself what she wanted to do here, but her instinctive feet couldn't move, so she froze in place, looking at Mingzhu without blinking.

Ming Zhu was a little timid, stood up with his elbows propped up, and muttered in a low voice: "I see, that Lian will definitely threaten you with Shang Yanfeng again, can I drink it?"

He said, picked up the medicine, frowned and drank it.

Zhou Nexue's expression became more complicated, and he finally understood why he was in such a hurry when the curtain was clearly threatening Zhou Nexue.

After Mingzhu finished drinking, he covered his mouth with his hand to avoid spitting it out, and even his sickly face turned pale.

Soon, the medicine took effect, and Ming Zhu felt drowsy for a while. It was clearly not yet noon, but he was so sleepy that he fell asleep leaning on the soft couch like no one else in a while.

Even if it's just a monk who established the foundation, he would never sleep soundly in front of a stranger without any scruples. Zhou Lingxue looked down at Mingzhu's ordinary face from a high position, and after a while, he gently reached over with shaking hands, Rubbed the side of Mingzhu's face twice.

Sure enough, he touched a slight bump.

Ming Zhu was still sleeping soundly, unaware that his disguise was about to be punctured.

Zhou Negxue stared at his sleeping face, pressing his slightly trembling hands on the thin "skin". As long as he moved slightly, he could see the real face under the mask, but he Backed off at the last moment.

For a moment, Zhou Nexue couldn't tell whether he was timid or fearful, it was obviously just a matter of raising his hand, but he couldn't do it no matter what.

His hands trembled more and more, Zhou Nexue looked at the trembling hands as if he was looking at a monster, and quickly retracted his hands from the mask.

"What am I afraid of?" He murmured, "If he is senior brother..."

If he is a senior brother...

Because this conjecture is too shocking, no matter how weird the outspoken behavior before, Zhou Lingxue has never thought about it, but now...

Just a hypothesis made him feel chills all over his body. He recalled the suffering he suffered in Biri Cliff mentioned in his words when talking with Na Lian, and thought of Yaoxiu Bubu's quiet and indifferent, timid and cruel temperament, Thinking of the scene where Buba only suffered a little scratch, and cried bitterly, wanting to die...

Zhou Yuxue shuddered suddenly, he couldn't imagine that the inhuman demon cultivator who had suffered so much pain in front of him would be his senior brother who was smiling and making jokes all day long, and was as bright as candlelight.

If it is true, it is really a bright candle...

Zhou Lingxue suddenly felt a little hot in his eye sockets, and suddenly put his forehead on the back of his hand, belatedly realizing that a drop of water had fallen on the back of his hand.

...Then how much has his elder brother, who is so dear to his heart, suffered in the past 50 years?

How did he survive, why did he become a demon cultivator, and the snake he fears the most...

How terrified would he be when he became what he feared most?

Is there someone around him to comfort him, is there someone... even just to give him a hug?

Why did he hide his identity and refuse to see him after he returned to the world? Is it because he was afraid that they would be afraid to stay away from him?

Too many questions almost filled Zhou Lingxue's sour heart, every question made him feel so distressed that even his breathing trembled slightly.

I don't know how long it took, Zhou Lingxue took a deep breath, raised her hand to put on Mingzhu's face, and exerted a little force.

Only saw that the mask was separated from the tight skin, and the ordinary face quickly changed and distorted into a skull mask. Zhou Lingxue tilted the mask to the side.

Although he had already made preparations in his heart, when Ming Zhu's beautiful face met his eyes, it still made Zhou Lingxue suffocate.

Mingzhu's face is still as handsome as it was 50 years ago, but the feather fan-like eyelashes have all turned pure white, his face is also terribly pale, and even his lips are sickly pink.

Only the red mark coiled between his eyebrows was like a living thing, crawling around his face like a snake, and soon nestled in the bottom of his eyes, forming a teardrop.

After Zhou Yunxue came back to her senses, she was shocked to find that her face was covered with tears.

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