Is it the same with other big brothers?

Na Lian was preparing his subordinates to go to Yucheng, and he greeted the people with his spiritual sense first, and then told the people on the side: "Is there a Xingyuan Terrace outside Shou'an City, find someone to rob Xingyuan , It took about a day and a night from Shouan to Shuoyu, it’s okay, I have plenty of time.”

Ming Zhu rested his chin on his hand without interrupting, and seemed to be very curious to watch the curtain busy.

There were a lot of things going on there, and several groups of people came to look for him in a short time. He became more and more impatient in dealing with it, and there was a little sternness on his face, as if he really wanted to solve the problem violently.

"It's coming again? Didn't they already hang the corpses of those provocative Da Neng at the gate of the city? Why are they so reckless?! You brought a few people to deal with it, and the methods should be bloody."

Hearing this, Mingzhu lazily said: "That curtain."

After Nalian finished his instructions, he waved his hand to let the people next to him go down. While he was busy, he gave Mingzhu a look, and then his eyes fell on the letter in his hand, and said absently: "You should be back to Rizhao, what are you doing Look at me, and I won't stop you. How about it, is it fun?"

Mingzhu thought about it seriously: "It seems to be quite fun, but it's raining here, and I'm a little cold."

Na Lian didn't know if he heard it, so he responded vaguely, and said impatiently, "Have you dealt with it? Why is it still so noisy? Do I have to come by myself?"

Ming Zhu chuckled and said, "That curtain."

The curtain responded, "Why?"

Probably another powerful monk in Shou'an City came to provoke him, Na Lian was full of impatience, and seemed to want to go out and tear people up, Ming Zhu, who had been watching quietly by the side, suddenly said: "Na Lian, come and pick me up. "

The curtain was taken aback for a moment, and then his eyes fell on Mingzhu, he frowned and said, "What?"

Ming Zhu still smiled on his face, but soon, his smile fell little by little, as if changing his face, tears overflowed from his eyes that seemed to be dry all the time, and slowly fell from his glazed eyes .

The curtain was startled, a little at a loss: "What's the matter? Didn't you say it was fun, why are you still crying? Did you hit something? Does it hurt?"

Mingzhu only felt that the hazy gray fog in his heart had all dissipated, and a wave of emotions poured out, making his heart, which had never had emotions in decades, completely unable to bear the huge and complicated emotions, so he had to turn into tears. Flow out a little bit.

"That curtain...that curtain, you...you come to me..." Mingzhu's tears fell down, and soon covered his face, his voice was trembling from crying, like a little puppy who couldn't find a home The beast, flustered and frightened, "You...you come to pick me up, okay? You come to pick me up..."

Na Lian had never seen Ming Zhu cry like this before, and suddenly became even more flustered: "I... I'm going to take someone to talk about Yucheng soon, I'm afraid it will be a while..."

Before he finished speaking, Mingzhu suddenly burst into tears. He was sitting on the steps, and the rain fell from the sky, drenching his whole body, crying loudly without any scruples.

"You come to pick me up...you come to pick me up, you come to pick me up!"

Mingzhu buried her head in her knees, her wet white hair drooped down, only a choked and sobbing voice could be heard: "Please, come and pick me up...Woo that curtain..."

"You don't even want me?"

"That curtain, I can't die, if you don't want me, what should I do?"

"Come and find me, okay? I can't recognize the way, and I can't walk anymore..." Ming Zhu cried and trembled, "I...I'm in so much pain..."

Nalian stared at him blankly, and then only said: "Wait for me."

He even pushed aside all the preparations for the attack on Shuo Yucheng for a long time, and quickly cut off his consciousness, and he should have rushed here without stopping.

Mingzhu sat alone on the empty three thousand steps, hugging his knees and crying until he was silent.

By the time the curtain arrived, it was already half a day later—he ran all the way from Shou'an City, thousands of miles away, to Rizhao Mountain. He almost tried his best.

He took a deep breath, calmed down his breathing, restrained his evil spirit, and walked to the entrance of Rizhao Mountain. Mingzhu was still in the same posture as before, sitting on the last step with his knees hugged, his face covered with tears, and his whole body trembling. .

Nalian walked over quickly, touched the ground with one knee, lightly touched Ming Zhu's cold face, feeling a little distressed: "What's the matter? Don't cry."

Mingzhu didn't cry any more, he glanced at the curtain with a blank expression, then gently closed his eyes, and was gently embraced by the curtain.

Since he didn't want to say anything, Nalian didn't force him to ask. Seeing that his whole body was limp, he hugged him horizontally in his arms without caring.

In the past, with such a posture, Ming Zhu was definitely going to beat someone, but I don't know if it was because he cried himself to the point of exhaustion, being wrapped in his arms by the curtain, he neither beat nor cursed, nor even thumped.

Na Lian sighed, looked at his face pressed tightly against his arms, his fingers were still tightly grasping the bright candle on his skirt, turned around and walked out, he worriedly said: "It's the people from Rizhao Mountain who insulted you." Is it? If that’s the case, let’s just attack Rizhao Mountain directly, regardless of whether he plans or not.”

Mingzhu closed her eyes and leaned against the warm embrace of the curtain, she didn't speak, but slightly shrunk her body tighter.

The curtain led him to jump into the sky against the wind, Mingzhu felt a gust of wind, and after a while he murmured softly: "I want to live so desperately, am I wrong?"

Na Lian was full of displeasure, and said: "Someone is talking nonsense to you again?"

Mingzhu didn't know if he heard what he said, and said softly: "I don't want to do this."

"But if I don't do this, I won't be able to survive." He grabbed the skirt of the curtain, his voice was soft, as if it would be blown in the wind in the next moment, "That curtain, I am in so much pain."

Na Lian also saw the blood on Mingzhu's shirt, and said distressedly: "Then let's go to Yucheng to find Nanqinghe first, shall we? I have already sent a letter to Nanqinghe, and Xi Chu also went to Xuyue Tower a few days ago. "

Mingzhu didn't speak, and shrank back into his arms, as if falling into a deep sleep.

The curtain didn't ask any more questions, just landed quietly, stopped outside the nearest Xingyuan Terrace, randomly found two grasses, put them by Mingzhu's lips, and said: "Open your mouth."

Ming Zhu slowly bit the blinding weed and swallowed it whole.

This kind of blinding grass is everywhere in Wuzhou, and just one can completely cover up their demonic aura.

The curtain covered his face with the mask in Mingzhu's storage ring, and it instantly changed into the face he had pretended to be before. He took Mingzhu and bought a high-quality kite order, avoiding the hustle and bustle of the crowd. OK kite.

A while later, Zhou Lingxue and Lu Qingkong also boarded the Xingyuan, but they were not spendthrifts, and they just bought a room on the middle floor, and they got into it and never came out.

Soon, the kite flew up slowly.

In the luxurious room on the upper floor, Ming Zhu took off the bloody clothes on his body, changed into clean clothes, and sat by the window looking at the sky outside Xing Yuan.

A little blue snake came out of his clothes, rubbed his cheek affectionately, and spat out a snake letter, flattering beyond measure.

Ming Zhu casually tapped its forehead, and said in a hoarse voice, "Let's go and play."

The little snake then slowly swam away.

His face was indifferent, the corners of his eyes were flushed from the crying just now, and his voice was a little hoarse.

The curtain leaned against the window lattice, looking down thoughtfully out of the window.

Ming Zhu looked at Rizhao Mountain which was getting farther and farther below, and a mist appeared in his eyes, but the tears just now had consumed all his strength, no matter how sad he was, the tears could not flow out.

Na Lian tilted his head to look at the forest below, and said calmly: "I have collected information over the years, and I heard a very funny news, do you want to hear it?"

Ming Zhu's eyes moved slightly, and she looked at him blankly.

Na Lian said: "I heard that the second disciple of Rizhao Mountain, Yi Lingju, after returning from Biri Cliff, his cultivation base was utterly crippled, his mind lost, and he became like a lunatic."

Ming Zhu's fingers moved, and it took a moment to murmur: "Crazy?"

Nalian nodded: "Since Rizhao's great disciple Mingzhu died on the cliff 50 years ago, Yi Lingju went insane, Shen Hongchuan died, and Shen Di'an's condition worsened. That's it, the rest of the people are nothing but Shang Yanfeng."

Mingzhu looked up at him.

Na Lian smiled and said, "Tell me, is this his retribution for Gui Ning?"

Mingzhu turned his head, and opened his hand slightly after a while: "I want to sleep."

Nalian stepped forward, picked him up skillfully by the waist, took a few steps quickly and placed him on the soft bed, and continued: "Heaven is clear, this is indeed true, I can kill the great power who besieged Guifang back then." They were all killed, only some strong ones barely survived, and I don’t know where they are hiding in the deep mountains and old forests to survive—I say you, you can’t bear the pain even after walking a few more steps, I don’t know how I got along with those people for so many days as if nothing happened.”

Mingzhu lay on the bed, rolled up the quilt and curled up into a ball, closed his eyes and pondered for a while, but couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

He rustled a few times, turned around and looked at the curtain on the window sill that was connected with people's consciousness, and said softly, "Where are Shang Yanfeng and Yan Xueyu?"

Na Lian spoke a few more words with the man, then turned his head and said to him: "Stay in the forest, and when I get to Shuoyu City, I will be released by them."

Ming Zhu said: "You didn't hurt them, did you?"

Na Lian almost rolled his eyes at him: "I don't have the guts to hurt the people you want to protect. It would be good not to confess them as ancestors. Go to sleep, and we can go to Shuoyu City when we wake up."

Mingzhu let out a "hmm", and after contemplating for a while still couldn't fall asleep, he opened his eyes, patted the bed, and said, "That curtain, you sit here."

Na Lian was so busy that he didn't care when he heard the words, he just walked over and sat down, and continued to connect with the subordinates of Shou'an City.

The past few days may have been affected by Zhou Lingxue, and he had to be guarded by someone to fall asleep. Mingzhu nestled under the quilt, thought for a while, and wrapped the belt of the curtain around his fingers a few times.

Na Lian saw it in his busy schedule, and said helplessly: "Ancestor, don't mess around, or you will be the one who wakes up and makes your hands hurt again."

Only then did Ming Zhu reluctantly loosen his belt, and instead tied his belt on Na Lian's hands, and fell asleep contentedly under Na Lian's extremely speechless eyes.

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