Is it the same with other big brothers?

Ming Zhao casually waved a vast amount of devilish energy to condense into a barrier to protect his body, looked down at the hideous wound on his waist, and muttered softly, "It still hurts."

The red lotus sword came rushing forward with blood-red flames, smashing open a crack in his protective barrier, and the flames rushed in along the cracks, only to instantly ignite the scattered devilish energy.

Mingzhu's bloody left hand twisted unnaturally, half of his long hair was loose, and was blown around by the strong wind.

Flames wrapped around him, and Kuayu Sword, which was supposed to be following him, couldn't bear it and retreated desperately. Only Red Lotus Sword was controlled by him, hitting Ming Zhao who was not far away one after another.

The power of the Red Lotus Sword is too strong, and the flames it passes will be burned to a pile of ashes directly. Rao Mingzhao's cultivation level reaches the top, and he can't directly face it head-on.

In just a moment, the entire top floor was almost a sea of ​​flames, the clock tower almost collapsed, and the huge ancient clock was shaken to make a series of deep and distant sounds.

Mingzhao was almost stabbed into a sieve, half of his body was covered in blood, but he was still laughing, his gray robe flew up, and his figure suddenly jumped into the air, looking down at the bright candle in the sea of ​​flames, he said in a low voice: "Zhuer, look! You look like this now, you are violent and bloodthirsty, you don’t distinguish between friends and enemies, isn’t it because of your father’s cold-blooded and ruthless bloodline? Hahaha, you also said that you are not the same person as me, do you believe this? "

His pupils were red, and he was only thinking of Mingzhu who would kill Mingzhao under the sword. Hearing these words, he was taken aback for a moment. He raised his head in a daze, and there was a blur of scarlet shadows all around him. Not very clear.

It wasn't until a slight cough sounded from the side that it seemed to wake him up from his nightmare.

He followed the prestige in confusion, his pupils suddenly constricted——Zhou Xuxue didn't know if he had been injured by the red lotus sword he had raged just now. At this moment, he was sitting paralyzed on the ground, covering his bloody arm, looking at him in horror. he.

Mingzhu's shining flames seemed to be poured with cold water, and they subsided instantly. He opened his hands tremblingly, looking at the scarlet flames that were still extinguished, as if he had used the red lotus fire to kill him in Baijian Mountain. Like the man with the long halberd, he was panicked and terrified.

Mingzhao watched him suddenly restrain his whole body momentum, seemed a little regretful, and was about to come down and snatch away the inner alchemy, but the next moment he felt something, his eyes turned cold, and suddenly he let out a "tch", condescendingly facing him and gradually calmed down The bright candle said lightly: "The people who come to get in the way are really one after another-son, there will be a period later."

As he spoke, he waved his sleeves and disappeared into the air in an instant.

The bell was still echoing, and the countless flames from the top floor seemed to be drawn by something, continuously flying towards the left hand of the bright candle. In a short while, there was no spark in the whole tower. It makes people think it is an illusion.

Mingzhu knelt on the ground, stabbing the sharp blade of the Red Lotus Sword on the mark on his left hand tremblingly. His left hand was already dripping with blood because he couldn't control the Red Lotus Sword, and there were bones in some places, but But he didn't know what pain was, and he grabbed the Red Lotus Sword again and again to pierce the red mark, trying in vain to let the sharp blade re-enter his blood and bones.

"Go back..." His face was covered with water, whether it was sweat or tears, "Hurry up, go back..."

Zhou Lingxue tentatively stepped forward, knelt beside him, and carefully put her hands on his shoulders: "Senior brother?"

Mingzhu raised his head, his eyes were full of panic and fear, his voice trembling: "Leng, Lingxue, you...you let it go back...I can't take it back..."

Zhou Lingxue narrowed her eyes, grabbed the hot red lotus sword expressionlessly, threw it aside without looking at it, and then opened her hands to embrace the bright candle in her arms.

Surrounded by such hot flames just now, Mingzhu's slender body was still icy cold, but when he was surrounded by Zhou Chengxue's slightly warm body, the sudden warmth made him tremble all over, and he dilated in a daze. Eye.

"Senior brother, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here..." Zhou Lingxue stroked Ming Zhu's back again and again, her voice was unprecedentedly gentle, "You are not the same as him, you are different, senior brother is the best ..."

Ming Zhu trembled all over, and raised his head desperately, as if grabbing the last straw, his eyes were almost begging and greedily looked at Zhou Lingxue, his lips trembling: "No, isn't it the same? Me... Me and him... "

Zhou Lingxue touched his head, and said firmly, "It's different."

Ming Zhu stared at him blankly, tears streaming down his face, he seemed to want to open his arms to hug Zhou Lingxue to make sure he was not dreaming, but his left hand was hanging limply by his side, and his right hand was so weak that he had no strength. He had no choice but to open his mouth tremblingly, bit the belt of Zhou Lingxue's front, and let out a choked sob from his throat.

His soft posture made Zhou Lingxue's whole heart soften, and the hand stroking the back of his head became more gentle: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid anymore."

Mingzhu held the thin belt in his mouth, tears slowly falling, he choked up and said: "I don't want to do this, I... I just want to live well... Woo me..."

Zhou Lingxue said: "I know."

Mingzhu nestled tightly in Zhou Lingxue's arms, crying until she was silent.

When Shen Hongchuan came up, Zhou Lingxue was holding Mingzhu, who was already exhausted, in his arms. Seeing Shen Hongchuan, he nodded slightly, indicating that it was okay.

Shen Hongchuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of clanging weapons colliding in their ears, and the two of them followed the prestige, and saw that the entire body of the Kuayu Sword was covered with a black gloomy aura, and the hilt was pressed against the red lotus that had lost its momentum. The sword, hitting the wall one after another, seemed to be beating someone in anger.

Shen Hongchuan: "..."

He looked away without changing his face, and said: "Let's go, go down." I didn't see anything.

The news of the death of the owner of Yueyue Building, Nan Yue, spread throughout Shuoyu City almost overnight, and the news spread from Wenfeng Building to all parts of Wuzhou like weeds, and it would spread throughout Wuzhou within a few days.

Early the next morning, Shen Hongchuan came back from the outside frowning. As soon as he went upstairs, he saw Lu Qingkong sitting outside the bright candle room, dozing off every now and then, his face full of tiredness.

Shen Hongchuan gave a "tsk", walked over and kicked him, and said, "Hey, what are you doing here? Go back to sleep in your own room."

Lu Qingkong opened his eyes in bewilderment, looked at the already bright sky outside, yawned, and said vaguely: "The ancestor had a high fever last night, Zhou Lingxue and I took turns to guard the night , I’m too lazy to go back to sleep—huh? What are you holding in your hand? An order to punish you?”

When Shen Hongchuan mentioned this, his face became ugly, he threw the punishment order in his hand to Lu Qingkong, rubbed the center of his brows, and said: "It was just sent out, I just want him to come and play in Yucheng, why does it keep happening? "

Lu Qingkong spread out the brand-new killing order, glanced at it casually, and immediately woke up in fright—it was a new killing order about Mingzhu, and it actually said that as long as the dead were killed, the bounty was frighteningly rich, signature...

Lu Qingkong said incredulously: "——Luoyue Tower? Nanqing River?!"

Shen Hongchuan nodded wearily.

"No..." Lu Qingkong said, "That brat who can only bleat, isn't he very clingy to Senior Brother? Why did he suddenly issue an order to kill him? Where did you get it from?"

Shen Hongchuan was a little impatient: "It has already been spread outside, where else can I get it? In the entire history of Wuzhou, there has never been a person who issued an order to punish him twice in just three days. Brother, he..."

Lu Qingkong: "Why?"

Shen Hongchuan looked at the half-closed door, and said softly: "When we came back last night, we met Nan Qinghe..."

Last night, when Shen Hongchuan and Zhou Lingxue came down from the bell tower with bright candles, Nan Qinghe was standing outside the Yueyue Tower, watching the people gradually retract Xi Chu's bloody corpse, his pupils were empty and empty, and he was almost sanity The collapse was probably due to being too completely crazy, and there was a strange indifference in the whole person.

When he saw Ming Zhu covered in blood, his indifferent face showed no expression, he just stared coldly at the puddle of purple blood on Ming Zhu's chest.

Cheng Yao's blood is different from that of ordinary people, with the same demon purple in the scarlet, even though Ming Zhu's body is full of blood, Nan Qinghe can still see Xi Chu's blood on the lapel at a glance.

The immature young man opened his eyes wide, walked a few steps unnaturally, stood in front of Zhou Nexue, stared blankly at Mingzhu who had fallen asleep, and suddenly asked, "Is he... dead? ?”

Shen Hongchuan's expression sank.

Nan Qinghe reached out his hand and touched Mingzhu's lapel, his fingertips were stained with the strange blood of becoming a monster. For some reason, the young man suddenly smiled softly——his lips curled up, his eyebrows curved slightly, and his facial features were all in a pleasant smile. His expression was so weird that no one present could notice that he was smiling.

Shen Hongchuan didn't want to see him go crazy, so he said to Zhou Chengxue, "Let's go."

Zhou Lingxue let out a "huh" and was about to go around the Nanqing River when the young man's pale hand grabbed Bright Candle's bloody left hand.

"Brother Ming..."

Zhou Lingxue paused instinctively, and when she turned her head, she saw the young man grinning suddenly, as if he was trying his best to put on his usual expression of smiling and smiling, but his eyes were almost exhausted, and there was no more expression.

Nan Qinghe looked at Ming Zhu's beautiful face, maintained a strange expression, and said, "Xi Chu is dead, Brother Ming...why are you still alive?"

Shen Hongchuan was furious, stepped forward and grabbed Nan Qinghe's lapel, revealing his magic eyes: "Are you courting death?"

Nan Qinghe, who has always been a rabbit, saw Shen Hongchuan's expression of wanting to kill him, but he didn't move, his face remained unchanged, he tilted his head to look at Mingzhu, and said, "You...don't you want to die together? ? Why are you... still alive?"

Zhou Lingxue hugged Mingzhu even tighter, with a look of disgust on his face.

Shen Hongchuan could also see that the young man was probably stupefied by Xi Chu's death, so he stopped talking nonsense with him, just threw him away, and left with Zhou Nexue.

And the next day, the order to punish Mingzhu spread throughout the five continents again.

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