Is it the same with other big brothers?

Zhou Lingxue stood on the city wall, looking at the curtain from a distance, frowning tightly.

Before he could think about what to do, a large soft chair suspended one foot above the ground slowly appeared again from the group of monsters, and a man in white leaned lazily on it, looking like an old man.

The man was wrapped in a slender figure in a white shirt without any decorations, as if he was extremely afraid of the cold, with a pure white blanket covering his knees, his long pure white hair flowed down like a waterfall, hanging on the red At the feet of her feet, the tail of her hair is coiled into a circle.

Except for some blood-colored lips, this person is pure white from top to bottom. It doesn't look like a human being at all, but more like a ghost.

Nalian glanced coldly at the noisy city of Shou'an not far away, leaned on the armrest of the soft chair, and said indifferently: "Although there is no need to kill these people, if it is true that they are so noisy all the time, That's too annoying."

Upon closer inspection, there was a palm-sized pure white little fox curled up on the man's lap, which was slowly stroked by his pale hand, again and again, and his other hand unfolded a jade fan, gently stroking it. Covering his lips—the word "no taboo" is written on the fan in a flying pattern.

He said softly: "It's just a bunch of mobs, there's no need for a killer."

Nalian responded vaguely, and stretched out his hand to gently rub the little fox's head on Buba's lap.

Seeing that the heat was almost ready, Nalian took a step forward, opened his lips and said,

"Within three days, all human beings in Shou'an City will retreat thirty miles away! Anyone who resists will be shot!"

He just stood gracefully, but his voice was like a ripple, which suddenly rippled towards the surroundings and reached everyone's ears.

He leaned lazily on the soft chair, with a jade fan along half of his face, and a red mark between his eyebrows that looked like petals was about to bleed.

With a wave of his hand, a silver-white longbow hung in front of him in an instant, and he gently lifted it with his slender, white fingers. An aura as vast as the sea suddenly rose from the ground, shooting from the bowstring like a broken bamboo to everyone. far away.

The next moment, the huge stone plaque on the wall of Shou'an City was shot through by the bright arrow light, and the stone plaque of Shou'an City that had been hung for hundreds of years without a trace of scratch was turned into powder by an arrow, and it fluttered down from mid-air , like a heavy snow.

When Na Lian uttered those outrageous words, everyone was stunned for a moment and then all became angry, but their anger didn't last long before they shot an arrow lightly, not only piercing the symbol of Shou'an City, but also killing them just now. The accumulated anger was completely dissipated.

The anger dissipated, leaving only fear.

Everyone remembers how Nalian used his own strength to kill countless Mahayana monks, and this arrow can be shot accurately on the stone plaque from hundreds of feet away. He shot at himself—and everyone present, including Zhou Xuxue, was not sure whether to catch or dodge the horrified arrow.

Nalian felt that the resentment that Shou'an City had just stirred up dissipated in an instant, he sighed helplessly, turned around, and said, "What are you meddling with? I still want to kill a few disobedient people." Ren Liwei is coming."

Don't hold back and said indifferently: "Trouble."

The curtain was speechless.

With a flick of his long sleeves, the longbow dissipated. He looked down at the fingers that pulled the string just now, and a little water mist slowly appeared in his dark eyes.

"The curtain."

Na Lian walked back and said, "What's wrong, ancestor."

He stretched out his fingers toward him without hesitation, frowning tightly: "Hand hurts."

Na Lian gently rubbed his red fingers, and said in a bad mood: "I told you not to meddle in your own business, but you will not listen. No matter what I do, I have my own plans, so you don't have to worry about it."

Lifting the jade fan without hesitation, covering his misty eyes, biting his lips lightly, tears almost fell down, he whispered: "It hurts..."

Nalian said: "Hold it obediently."

He had no choice but to nod his head, and gently wiped away the tears from the pain, but he didn't cry anymore.

And Zhou Lingxue on the city wall saw all this and frowned even tighter.

According to Na Lian's attitude towards that person, it seems that there is a friendship between the same generation mixed with some pity. An outsider can see the deep friendship between the two, and Na Lian is the head of the demon cultivator, so the person who can be treated like this by him Who could it be?

Zhou Lingxue didn't know, so he turned his eyes away from the outside of the city, and looked around the noisy crowd, but as expected, he didn't find the person he was looking for.

He has experienced too many such things in the past 50 years, and he was not too disappointed. He turned around and jumped off the city wall, and walked towards Xingyuan Terrace.

What happened to Shou'an City didn't matter to him at all, he couldn't find the person he was looking for, even if Shou'an City was destroyed before his eyes, I'm afraid he wouldn't blink his eyes.

Zhou Lingxue left the hustle and bustle of the world behind and was alone.

Soon, the news that Shou'an City was invaded by Nalian demon cultivator spread throughout the five continents. Everyone was shocked when they heard Nalian's name, and countless monks heard the news and came to investigate. The curtain outside Shou'an City flitted back, and killed a few highly respected Mahayana period protesters by the way.

For a moment, the entire Wuzhou people panicked.

Ye Weiai didn't know anything, wrapped in a thick cloak and waited in the rain for an hour before the bright candle came late.

Chen Shi will arrive soon, and because of what Na Lian said, some cowardly people rushed to Xing Yuan Terrace, snatched the first Xing Yuan Yu Ling, and hurriedly wanted to escape from here.

Fortunately, Ye Weiai came early, and had already bought the middle-level jade order in advance. As soon as she saw Ming Zhu rushing towards her, she immediately dragged him to the crowded row kite.

At the same time, the barrier of Xingyuan Terrace opened slowly, isolating those who tried to squeeze in, and flew slowly into the sky after a while.

After the two arrived at the room on the middle floor, they sat on the soft couch and took a few breaths.

Ye Weiai said: "It's so dangerous, I almost missed it."

There was a tremor under his feet, and the window was suddenly blurred, and it took a while for the sky covered with dark clouds to appear - the kite had already leaped into the air.

Mingzhu sat cross-legged on the couch, his expression seemed a little annoyed.

Ye Weiai whispered: "Senior, have you found someone?"

Ming Zhu shook his head and said: "He ran too fast, I didn't have time to catch up, and then he was squeezed into an alley, and it took a long time to squeeze out."

As he spoke, he thumped the soft pillow on the bed in frustration.

Ye Weiai reassured: "It's nothing, Zhong will meet him one day."

Mingzhu thought for a while, and felt that it was the same, anyway, after returning to Rizhao, all the old friends would be able to see each other, so he didn't worry about it for a while.

It takes two days and one night to travel from Shou'an City to Shishen Country Changye Mountain Villa. In order to avoid being idle, Ming Zhu put a bunch of things he bought last night on the table. The pile was full and extremely rich.

He greeted Ye Weiai and said: "Come here, come and eat quickly, don't be polite."

Ye Weiai was a little helpless, all these things were bought with his money, and he didn't know where Mingzhu got the cheek to say you're welcome.

Mingzhu swayed to the window with a small dried fish in his mouth, raised his hand to open the window, and looked at the vast ground below, his eyes full of amazement.

"Wow, I haven't ridden a kite for many years, why does it feel like the kite flies more stably?"

He jumped onto the window lattice, his legs dangling slightly outside the window, not afraid of falling.

Ye Weiai was also a child at heart, took a bag of candy to eat, and explained vaguely after hearing the words: "I heard that this is the Xingyuan improved by Lu Qingkong of Rizhao. It is much better and faster than before."

Mingzhu let out an "oh", and looked down with his head, his face was blown by the cool wind, his black hair fluttered in the wind, and his comfortable eyes curled up.

However, it is comfortable to be blown by the wind, but it is easy to catch the wind and cold. After a while, the bright candle jumped off the window lattice, closed the window tightly, and said: "Then will there be water on this kite? My throat is a little uncomfortable. .”

When Ye Weiai heard it, sure enough, Mingzhu had only been blown by the wind for less than a quarter of an hour, and his voice was a little hoarse, so he sat up quickly and said: "There should be, I'll find water for you."

Said obediently and went out.

Ming Zhu's head hurts a bit, sitting on the bed and resting for a while, instead of feeling better, it became even more uncomfortable, and Ye Weiai, who was looking for water, didn't come back for a long time.

Mingzhu frowned, after thinking about it, he got up and pushed the door out.

He walked around the middle floor twice but couldn't find Ye Weiai, after thinking about it, he walked towards the stairs on the bottom floor.

Before fully descending the stairs, there was a burst of deafening laughter from below, which was especially attractive on the noisy lower floor.

Ming Zhu stepped down the stairs, looked up and saw a group of people in a circle, and there seemed to be a person lying in the middle.

A five-year-old monk raised his leg and kicked the person in the middle, his smile was full of malice: "Get up, keep up, even if your brother is Ye Weiyang from Changye Villa, there is nothing he can do to save you now."

The people on the side burst into laughter.

People at the bottom of Xingyuan are either low-level or powerless. Even if someone wants to save people, they don't have the courage to come forward to help them when they see so many people, so they can only stay away.

Zhou Lingxue sat cross-legged in the corner and closed his eyes to recuperate. Hearing the noise in his ears, he frowned, as if he was a little impatient, but he didn't bother to care about it.

Whether others are dead or alive has nothing to do with him.

Ye Weiai was covered in bruises, he almost vomited blood from being kicked left and right by those people surrounded in the middle, he was curled up, holding a porcelain cup half filled with water in his hand.

A person squatted down, grabbed his hair and pulled him up, sneered: "I'll say it again, where is the town spirit lamp? With your meager cultivation, I am afraid that there will be no scum left."

Ye Weiai's eyes were full of painful tears, he gritted his teeth, struggled and shook his head: "I...I don't know..."

The man became furious, pressed Ye Weiai's head and slammed it on the ground fiercely, and said with a grinning smile, "Then you go to die!"

He dragged Ye Weiai's hand towards the edge of the window, as if he was really planning to throw him down Xingyuan, the person walking with him frowned, and persuaded in a low voice: "Isn't it a little bad to throw him down? What if he really knows the whereabouts of the spirit lamp?"

"Stop talking nonsense! He was beaten half to death and he can't tell the whereabouts of the spirit lamp. Maybe Ye Weiyang didn't give him the spirit lamp."

That person pushed away the people who were walking with him, opened the window, took Ye Weiai's arm and wanted to throw it down.

The blood on Ye Weiai's forehead slowly flowed down, the cup in his hand couldn't hold it any longer, and it fell to the ground with a bang.

The next moment, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side and gently pressed on the man's wrist.

The man was stunned for a moment, and when he turned around, he saw a man with a beautiful face smiling and looking at him with crooked eyes.

He frowned and said viciously: "Where did you come from? I advise you not to meddle in your own business!"

Mingzhu smiled at him gently, and said softly: "Your Excellency hurt my brother, but you won't let me take revenge, what's the reason?"

Originally, because of this man's unscrupulous behavior, no one in the whole bottom dared to speak out, so Mingzhu said this sentence softly, and it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

Sitting in the corner, Zhou Lingxue suddenly opened his eyes, and looked towards the figure not far away with a face full of horror.

Before the man could react, a burst of spiritual power shot out from Ming Zhu's soft hand, and it shook along his meridian. Scarlet blood flowed slowly.

Ming Zhu gently hugged Ye Weiai in his arms, his smile remained unchanged, and his voice became softer: "What did you just say? Let me think about it..."

The man staggered and fell to the ground, fear and despair appeared in his eyes.

Mingzhu let out an "ah", tilted his head slightly, with a pure and innocent look, his slender fingers touched his red lips, and said softly: "I remember, you said my brother's cultivation Low, if you leave Xingyuan, there will be nothing left."

The man's mouth was full of blood, and he struggled to stay away from the man exuding a horrified aura, but the next moment he grabbed his arm.

It's the same as when he grabbed Ye Weiai just now, even the position of grabbing his arm is the same, he looks so thin, but he doesn't know where the strength came from, to lift such a tall man up directly.

The people on the side seemed to have guessed what he was going to do, and instinctively wanted to stop him, but seeing the beautiful smile on his lips, they couldn't move their feet at all.

Mingzhu said softly: "Your Excellency's cultivation seems to be quite high, so there should be some scum left behind."

As he said, he flicked his hand lightly, and threw the frightened man directly from the window.

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The base friend complained after reading this chapter: This is so coquettish, it hurts to fight back.

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