Is it the same with other big brothers?

Xi Chu looked at him quietly.

Mingzhu's thoughts raced for a while, and he said, "Yes."

Xi Chu's dull eyes moved slightly, stood up slowly, and said, "Okay, you wait for me."

After he finished speaking, the fox tail flashed behind him, and he jumped off the tall building, disappearing in an instant.

Bright Candle: "..."

Ming Zhu hadn't reacted yet, only heard a wild beast's roar from far below, the whole Yueyue Building was shaken, and even the huge clock beside it was shaken, making two loud bangs.

Mingzhu was too close, his head was numb from the shock, and he curled up on the ground for a long time before he recovered.

Xi Chu came back soon, and when the bell stopped, he was already kneeling on one knee in front of Mingzhu, holding a crystal bead in his blood-stained hand——it was the demon pupil of the curtain.

Mingzhu looked at him in astonishment, and said: "Since you have the ability to get it back, why are you willing to stay in Yueyue Tower for so many years?"

Against the moonlight, Xi Chu looked at him quietly, the blood in his hand fell drop by drop on the ground, making a slight noise, and he said, "Here...you."

Mingzhu took the bloody demon eyes in a daze: "What are you doing for me?"

Xi Chu didn't answer, took his hand again, brought it to his lips, opened his mouth slightly, a round bead spit out from his mouth, and landed in Ming Zhu's icy palm.

"This is... your inner alchemy?"

At this time, Mingzhu, who had adapted to the darkness, realized that the chains on Xi Chu's neck had been urged to turn into black spiritual power at some point, and drilled into his meridians like sharp knives. The flowing vitality was cut off slowly.

This is the shackle that Nanyue uses to control Xi Chu's life. Once it is activated, it will be immortal.

Xi Chu was covered in blood, and he didn't know if it was his or Nanyue's. He held Ming Zhu's hand and asked him to close the inner alchemy and demon pupils in his palm, and said softly, "I... have always wanted... to live Go back, Guifang..."

He wanted to go back alive, so he let others slaughter him.

He wanted to get back the demon pupils that belonged to that curtain, so he was cheated for hundreds of years.

But now, with Na Lian's body dead, Gui Fang no longer exists, and he doesn't have to let himself live in a dream.

"But, now... there is no... place for me to go back to..." Xi Chujiao's face is still frosty that hasn't changed for a century, and her vertical pupils tremble slightly, indescribably beautiful.

Mingzhu's hand holding the inner alchemy demon pupil was trembling slightly, and he tremblingly said: "Then why did you give these to me?"

Xi Chu shook his head and said, "I don't know either."

In his opinion, he has no attachments in his life, and there is no big difference between handing over the inner alchemy to others or directly blowing himself up, but when he saw this person in front of him, there was a voice in his heart that kept urging him to get closer, instinctively Give him the two most important things you have.

There was a faint sound of exhaling from the side, Ming Zhu turned his head to look, and saw that at some point, Ming Zhao had already sat on the bell tower, and was looking at the bright moon in the sky, swallowing clouds and mist.

Ming Zhu was startled: "You..."

Ming Zhao didn't look at him, and said absent-mindedly: "The Chengyao clan and the Su clan who budgeted destiny have the same origin. The two clans have reproduced for so many years, and the bloodline of the Chengyao royal family still has the ability to predict destiny in detail. , although it will not reach the point of knowing the future like the forecaster, but the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages of future disasters is still there."

Mingzhu looked at the crystal beads in his hand, not knowing what he would encounter in the future, which would allow Xi Chu to stuff these two things to himself by instinct.

Xi Chu saw Mingzhao, but he no longer had the strength to kill him, so he just gave him a cold look.

"Hey, don't look at me like that. At that time, I gave that curtain a way out, and he insisted on leaving." Mingzhao said, frowning and bumping his bong against a rock, muttering, "Why? It’s clogged up again? It’s too useless, let’s save money and replace it with a new one.”

He jumped down from the bell tower and walked slowly to the two of them.

Xi Chu's blood had been crushed by Nanyue's magic spell on the chain, and he could barely kneel at this moment. He held his chest and spit out a mouthful of blood, staining Mingzhu's clothes red.

Although Mingzhu was weak all over, his resentment towards Mingzhao was still stronger. He tried to stand up while leaning on the wall with difficulty, but the delicate knife in his hand flew out, and said coldly: "Kow..."

Before he could call out Kuayu, Mingzhao walked over lazily, pressed his face with one hand and pushed him aside: "Praise your father, and lie down."

Bright Candle: "..."

After Mingzhao finished scolding, he realized that he had scolded himself, but he was always casual and didn't care, he just bent down and put his hand on the center of Xi Chu's eyebrows, and said vaguely: "Well, no matter how you say it, the curtain was seriously injured by me. If you are desperate, even if I killed it, in order to express my apology, I will help you one last time."

As he spoke, he mobilized the spiritual power in his hand, forcefully pulled out a cluster of fox-tail-like spiritual power from Xi Chu's eyebrows, and then flung it aside at will.

"Foxtail" flew into the air, exploding a cluster of colorful fireworks out of thin air, the sparks fell rustlingly, and soon condensed into an illusory figure on the spot.

——Na Lian was dressed in a demon dress, the hem of which was dragging to the floor, a rare smile appeared on his handsome face, he slowly stretched out his hand towards the front, and said softly: "Xi Chu."

This is the spiritual power that Lian penetrated into Xi Chu's brow hundreds of years ago.

Xi Chu knelt on the ground in a daze, looking at the man who looked like a god. After a while, a gentle smile suddenly appeared on that beautiful face. The phantom made of fireflies rushed over.

"Brother..."

Mingzhu took a breath, and instinctively wanted to stop him: "Xi Chu!"

Because behind that phantom is the edge of a tall building.

It was just a touch of illusory spiritual power that Na Lian randomly poured in hundreds of years ago to appease his ignorant brother. Even if Xi Chu rushed over, no one would catch him at all.

Ming Zhao looked at this scene with cold eyes, kicked Ming Zhu without looking at him, stepped on his shoulder, and locked him to the wall.

Xi Chu turned a blind eye to everything around him, only the curtain that had disappeared for hundreds of years was in his eyes, and he opened his arms and rushed towards the phantom. In the next moment, his cold body passed through the figure formed by the fire, and his body was suspended in the air. Falling towards the tens of feet of tall buildings.

"Na Lian" looked at him softly, his body turned into streaks of flames and rushed towards him, calling out, "Xi Chu."

Xi Chu fell straight down, watching the flames enveloping his entire body, making his already cold body feel a little warmer.

"Xi Chu..."

"Xi Chu."

Hearing the shouts in his ear, Xi Chu burst out laughing suddenly, burst into tears, and fell straight down the tall building.

Ming Zhu pushed Ming Zhao's leg away and said sharply, "He will die! He will die if he falls!"

Ming Zhao stepped on his shoulder and said condescendingly: "Sooner or later he will die."

"You cold-blooded and heartless person!"

Ming Zhao heard a muffled sound coming from behind him, so he shrugged his shoulders and moved his feet away. Ming Zhu immediately rolled and scrambled to the edge of the tall building, looked down tremblingly, but only saw the ground The scorching blood.

He didn't know if he was afraid of heights or something else, he slumped on the ground suddenly, cold sweat dripping down.

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Just now when Xi Chu descended from the sky to look for Nan Yue, Nan Qinghe had been watching from the side. He stared blankly at Xi Chu expressionlessly snatching away Nan Yue's demon eyes, which he regarded as life, and at Nan Yue angrily urging the neck on his neck. The spell, watching him pass the defenseless Nanyue through his heart with one hand, and finally watching him leave with blood all over his body.

The surrounding area was covered in a layer of smog, Nanyue's already cold body was lying in the ruins, people around were shouting something, but Nanqinghe didn't hear anything.

He just sat on the wooden steps in a daze, as if frightened, until Lu Qingkong, who was looking around for the candle, grabbed him from the wooden steps, and asked sternly about the whereabouts of the candle, as if he had come from a nightmare woke up.

Seeing him as if he couldn't hear, Lu Qingkong yelled in his ear: "I said! Where did my senior brother go?"

Nan Qinghe was stunned by the shock and shook his head blankly.

"Tch." Lu Qing muttered anxiously, let him go roughly, and hurried to find someone else.

Nan Qinghe was stunned for a long time before walking forward with a confused face. He didn't know where he was going, but felt that if he didn't do something at this time, he would definitely go crazy.

Until he walked out of the front hall in a daze, a burst of wild laughter came from above his head, followed by a muffled sound, and a person fell straight to the ground three steps away from him.

Blood gushed out immediately.

Nan Qinghe looked strangely at the person lying in the pool of blood in front of him, walked over slowly, and knelt gently on the ground. He looked at the person's face that was still stunning even though it was covered in blood, and murmured: "This person, it seems Xi Chu."

The name Xi Chu seemed to give him motivation. He stood up from the ground in a daze, turned around and grabbed a person in a daze, and asked, "Have you seen Xi Chu?"

Zhou Lingxue's eyes fell on Xi Chu who was out of breath, and then looked at Nan Qinghe's bewildered face. He was not as scruples about people's emotions as Mingzhu, and said directly, "He is Xi Chu Chu, he... is dead."

Nan Qinghe was stunned, as if he didn't understand what he meant. He tilted his head for a long time, let go of the hand holding Zhou Lingxue, staggered into the front hall, and murmured : "Xi Chu, I want to find Xi Chu..."

"Have you seen Xi Chu?"

"Hey, have you seen him? He's very good-looking, very good-looking..."

"You guys, have you seen Xi Chu?"

Zhou Nexue looked at him grabbing people indiscriminately, asking inconsequentially, then looked at Xi Chu who was smiling on the ground, and finally sighed slightly.

Nan Qinghe was still grabbing people one by one and asking, "Has any of you seen Xi Chu?"

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Ding, Xi Chu bento with ham.

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