On the way back, it was quiet. There were dense jacarandas on both sides of the road. The breeze was gentle, and the tidbits were blowing in the wind, and the fragrance was floating in the world.
Mu Ziling gently brushed off the tidbits that fell on her body, breaking the silence: "Let's go back to Jialuo, I'll go meet Long Xiaonan."
Long Xiaoyu stopped walking: "No."
Knowing that he wouldn't agree, she wasn't discussing with him, she was just talking about the matter: "Now the whole world belongs to Long Xiaonan, and there will be his power and influence everywhere, we should not be able to go anywhere except here, if If I don't show up and let Long Xiaonan completely give up, this matter will never end."
Long Xiaoyu didn't speak, just pushed the wheelchair and continued to move forward.
Mu Ziling continued to discuss the matter: "It doesn't matter to us, anyway, sooner or later we have to return to Brahma Continent to be isolated from everything here, but what about Long Xiaoze and the others? They can't be implicated in this way, not only them, but even more Lots of people."
She is not a Bodhisattva, and she cannot save all sentient beings, but she just cannot see others sacrifice innocently.
After a long silence, there was a compromise: "...Okay, come back." He added: "Come back when you are healthy."
Her body is really almost in good condition, and there is no problem with her daily activities, but this time she walked before the gate of hell and frightened him. Now as long as she feels a little uncomfortable, he will become extremely sensitive.
According to his definition, to judge when her health will be fully recovered, at least it will take another month or so. By then, let alone the day lily will be cold, she will grow grass.
Mu Ziling knew that when she competed with Long Xiaoyu about her health, she would definitely not have any upper hand.
So, she decided to come back soft.
Glancing around, there was no one around, Mu Ziling grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair, moved her body, and grunted uncomfortably.
"What's wrong?" Seeing that he immediately became nervous, he hurriedly went around to check on her: "What's wrong—"
Before he could finish asking, Mu Ziling stretched out his hands, hooked his neck, and hung it on him: "The wheelchair is too hard, it's uncomfortable to sit on, hug me."
He supported her, and his helpless tone was full of doting: "You."
He changed his gesture to hug her horizontally.
But she clasped his waist with her legs and climbed up: "Just hug him like this, it's so comfortable."
The body was clinging to him, so soft...
Long Xiaoyu felt an unknown hot blood pulsating in his body, and the hot feeling in the pavilion before was surging again.
But at this moment, a gust of warm wind was about to creep into his ears again: "I'm really healed, let's go tomorrow, tomorrow we will leave for Gallo, okay?"
Long Xiaoyu's Adam's apple rolled slightly, without even thinking about it: "No."
He knew that this little woman was repeating her old tricks again, planning to make a plan, and he couldn't stand this kind of trick, so he stretched out his hand to pull her off his body.
She hugged his neck tightly, coquettishly and coquettishly: "I don't care, I will go back tomorrow."
"Don't even think about it." Afraid of hurting her, he didn't dare to push her hard.
She pushed forward, and squirmed up and down again: "Husband~"
The ending sound is like honey, sweet and soft, and the body is also unbelievably soft, with a spark of fire in it.
His heart was ignited, and he called out by first name and last name: "Mu Ziling!"
"Huh?" She picked up her voice.
The soul was about to be hooked away by her, he gritted his teeth, and warned in a deep voice: "Speak well, and don't move if you want me to hug you!"
She was about to move, so she didn't speak well: "Then you promise me~"
She poked out the tip of her tongue and lightly licked his hot and red ears: "Promise~"
Dreadful!
He bit her fair neck and quickened his pace...
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Gallo Imperial City.
At night, around the city of thousands of lights, there is drizzle in the dark sky, and the wind of early spring is wrapped in drizzle, with a touch of cold, floating in the lights of thousands of homes.
Now that the world is truly united, the Jialuo Imperial City has naturally become the only imperial city in the entire continent. It should have left behind the ethos of empty streets and celebrations, but it is not.
At this moment, a few people returning late on the street were in a panic. Behind them were shouting horseshoes urging them away. They were all patrolling officers and soldiers.
In the deep palace compound, in the Buddhist hall.
tuk tuk tuk —
tuk tuk tuk —
The endless resting sound of wooden fish spreads crisply in every corner of the Buddhist hall. If you listen to it calmly, you will be leisurely, and if you listen to it when you are upset, you will—
Long Xiaoze sat on the cattail in front of the Buddha, squinting quietly, and bitterly asked the person who was meditating and knocking on the wooden fish in front of him: "Father, let's stop here today? Look, it's getting late outside, you Shouldn't it be time to rest?"
Taishang Huanglong Wenyin didn't hear it and was still knocking.
tuk tuk tuk —
tuk tuk tuk —
The sound of percussion is fast and loud, crisp and rhythmic.
Long Xiaoze couldn't take it anymore: "Oh, hello~ I'm such an old man." He swayed back and forth like a mourner, raised his hands, and knelt down: "Please, please hold your hands high, don't knock anymore, If you knock it down again, your son's head will really split off... ah!"
Before he could finish complaining, Long Wenyin knocked on his head with a mallet, and whispered: "Stinky boy, how many times have I told you, the quiet place of Buddhism, you can't let you bluff, how decent it is."
He glanced at Qing Ling who was sitting side by side with Long Xiaoze, his eyes were full of satisfaction, then he looked at his son, his eyes were full of disgust: "A big man is not as sensible as a little girl."
Long Xiaoze said that he couldn't refute this.
The sensible little Qingling girl in his family seems to be meditating quietly, but she is actually asleep.
Sleep soundly.
Look, the little girl is still drooling.
Long Xiaoze looked at it pleasingly, and muttered in his mouth, happily saying that this is his family's little piggy, and he must have a litter of miniature piglets with him in the future.
Before the Buddha, I thought about love and love, so I should fight.
His father knocked it down again with a gavel: "Still muttering, just sit down for me."
Long Xiaoze was overwhelmed with joy, humming and screaming: "I want to be honest, but it depends on the place, tell me, fifth brother grounded me in this damn place, what he did is called human affairs—"
Before he finished speaking, he was hit with a gavel again in the same place: "Stinky boy, you don't have a long memory, do you? If you want to talk nonsense, my father will let you stay here for the rest of your life chanting scriptures and worshiping Buddha."
It would be better to just kill him directly, Long Xiaoze became as quiet as a chicken, and his face was full of complaints.
His father didn't care whether he was suffering or not, and began to teach him the Buddhist principles of the daily lesson: "Listen, you boy, life is surrounded by thorns all around you. Then people move recklessly, hurting their body and hurting their bones, and at that time, it is useless to pray to the Buddha."
(end of this chapter)