If the subscription ratio is lower than 70%, then you can only see the update after 36 hours, Bi Xin~ Qu Chi still does not move.
Xu Xingzhi reacted more quickly than Meng Chongguang: "I didn't protect me this time, and I won't deduct your sugar. This is not an example."
Meng Chongguang: "..."
Qu Chi asked happily, "Really?"
Xu Xingzhi affirmed: "Really."
Qu Chi moved, and immediately disappeared in front of Xu Meng and the others.
In the blink of an eye, there were several weak screams in the mountains and forests.
After sending Qu Chi away, Xu Xingzhi looked at the animal skin man who had only one breath left on the ground, and frowned: "Is this person coming for me?"
When only Meng Chongguang and Xu Xingzhi were left, the former showed an extremely innocent and innocent look, with his hands behind his back, as if the mud on the ground had nothing to do with him: "...Yes."
Xu Xingzhi understood.
If that's the case, then it's fucking time to live.
After Xu Xingzhi was silent, Meng Chongguang cleaned up the Asura face just now, and carefully rubbed against Xu Xingzhi: "Senior brother... Was I a little reckless just now?"
Just now, the big wolf dog, who had not changed his face and smashed other people's bones, was replaced by a puppy. Seeing this situation, Xu Xingzhi felt very guilty.
Meng Chongguang is a character in his own writing. When Xu Xingzhi was originally set, he was a big pen, bloodthirsty and irritable, and irritable and domineering. These were all set by himself as Meng Chongguang's nature.
In the end, he still resents Xu Xingzhi, so not only is Xu Xingzhi not afraid of him, but his conscience still aches.
... I'm sorry son, it was Dad who made you like this.
Moreover, after living in the wilderness for more than ten years, Meng Chongguang must have gotten used to the day when you die or I die. Now that someone has invaded the territory, it is not difficult to understand.
Besides, they suddenly came to arrest him, fearing that they wanted to use them to deal with Meng Chongguang.
If they were caught, the situation would certainly not be much better, and it was possible to die at their hands.
In addition, being kind and soft to the enemy who took the initiative to bully the door is also inconsistent with Xu Xingyi's usual behavior.
In terms of the degree of cruelty, yesterday, he used the dagger that killed Meng Zhongguang to kill the razor monster, and his method was not very kind.
However, Xu Xingzhi can understand it, but the original owner who brought Meng Chongguang up since childhood must not understand.
Xu Xingzhi looked indifferent and kicked the animal skin man's face with his toes: "Let him live, I will be useful."
Immediately, he took a step forward calmly, staying a little further away from Meng Chongguang.
Behind him, the light in Meng Chongguang's eyes dimmed, his fingers clenched, and there was a deep regret in his eyes.
... If this bastard hadn't hugged his senior brother in front of him, he would definitely not have lost control of his emotions, and he would have been so ruthless that his image in his senior brother's mind had been ruined.
Meng Chongguang silently cleaned up his bad mood, turned towards the sky, and whistled again.
After being summoned, the Bone Girl quickly appeared from the bamboo forest on the other side.
She avoided Xu Xingzhi and walked slowly to Meng Chongguang.
Meng Chongguang whispered a few words to her, and she answered "yes", then calmly lifted her head, lifted the garbage-like animal skin man, and walked towards the tower.
During this period, she never had any eye contact with Xu Xingzhi.
Xu Xingzhi also didn't look at her thoughtfully, and turned his attention to the woods where Qu Chi was cleaning the enemy, thinking about his own thoughts.
… Xu Xingzhi does not intend to assassinate Meng Chongguang for the time being, therefore, surviving in the wilderness has become Xu Xingzhi’s top priority.
He remembered very clearly that the "knowledge of the world" told him that Meng Chongguang and his group were planning to escape from the wilderness and return to the world to take revenge.
And Meng Chongguang wasn't the only group in the wild.
Xu Xingzhi doesn't know what the other branches are, where they are located, and how big their forces are.
Most importantly, where is this wild entrance? How to escape the wilderness
Xu Xingzhi knew in his heart that his appearance in the Wilderness was too abrupt, and Zhou Beinan suspected that he was a spy. And Meng Chongguang was willing to take him in and trusted him in every possible way, 80% of which was overwhelmed by the old friendship between the brothers and sisters.
If he asked Meng Chongguang these questions without authorization, once his suspicions aroused, it would be his turn to be pressed to the ground and crushed to pieces.
All in all, Xu Xingzhi needed a reliable source of intelligence.
This is the source of intelligence that came to the door. Whether it is reliable or not is another matter, but it is better than nothing.
After the bone girl left, Meng Chongguang also turned back to Xu Xingzhi and asked tamely, "I planted that forest, does my brother look familiar?"
... To be honest, after staring at it for a long time, Xu Xingzhi does feel a little familiar.
In the original owner's shattered memory, it seemed that such a red and fiery redwood forest really existed.
This redwood forest seems to have induced a certain spot in Xu Xingzhi's memory. It was originally just a piece of memory the size of a copper coin, but it gradually enlarged and became clear as time passed.
A violent dizziness came suddenly, instantly numbing Xu Xingzhi's five senses.
Xu Xingzhi stood unsteadily and fell backwards.
In a trance, he heard someone calling his senior brother in a panic, one after another.
As if a sampan emerged from the huge sea of consciousness, a complete picture appeared in Xu Xingzhi's mind.
… This is also the first time Xu Xingzhi has obtained a complete piece of information from the original owner's broken memory.
The redwood forests in late autumn make the mountains and peaks dyed with ripe persimmon red.
The mountains stretch, called Lingqiu, and the mountains are like the beautiful eyebrows of beauties, lined up in layers.
At the end of the cloud, and at the end of the water, a boy was sitting in front of a green rock at the source of the creek, washing his feet.
He casually made a long coat out of reed grass, holding a fist-sized fragrant fruit with a strange color in his hand, nibbling it bit by bit, as if he was eating an ordinary wild berry.
A wave of spiritual power swayed, but the boy was unmoved, and continued to bury his head and slowly bite.
As the wind passed, two junior disciples of Ying Tianchuan drove the immortal soldiers and landed in front of the boy.
Ying Tianchuan's disciples' clothes are the same from top to bottom, so they can be easily identified. The navy blue background color, coupled with bronzing cloud shoulder and sleeve pattern, is gorgeous and noble.
The reason why they can be judged as junior disciples is that they all hold a long white oak spear in their hands, unlike Ying Tianchuan's high-level disciples, who have steel long spears made of evil bones.
Facing the boy, both of them frowned.
One of the taller disciples pointed at him with the tip of a long spear, and said very rudely: "Where did you get the floating jade fruit in your hand?"
The boy wiped the juice from the corner of his mouth and pointed to the west.
Another short man doubted: "Ling Qiuri has a strange beast named 'Yong', and the floating jade fruit is its favorite food. This fruit is harvested every five years, and there are no more than a hundred. 'Yong' is regarded as a treasure. Dare to fight with it, 'Yong' must drain the water and blood from his body before giving up.... Who are you, who can compete with 'Yong' for food?"
The boy took a bite of the fruit slowly and said vaguely: "I want to eat it, but if it is not given to me, I will grab it."
The tall man looked at the boy and found that apart from his delicate and beautiful appearance like a woman, he didn't have any spiritual energy at all. He looked like an ordinary child, and his tone was a little contemptuous: "Ho, what a big tone."
The short man poked the tall man on the arm, motioning him to look at the boy's feet.
The tall man took a closer look and couldn't help taking a breath of cold air.
Five or six floating jade fruits were strung together by a vine and wrapped around the boy's ankle.
Seeing this, the tall man immediately softened his attitude: "This little son?"
The boy glanced at them, nibbled at the core of Fuyuguo, and swept the soft and juicy flesh into his mouth.
The tall man was reluctant to ask for this unfortunate child who came out of nowhere, but considering the current situation of the two, he could only suppress his anger and say: "… Young Master, we are disciples of Ying Tianchuan. I wonder if you have heard of it. The name of 'Ying Tianchuan'?"
The boy was noncommittal and did not answer.
The short man took up his words, held a gun and clasped his fists, and said respectfully: "There are four cultivators in the world, and Ying Tianchuan is one of them. Every two years, we have to hold the Eastern Emperor sacrificial ceremony, which requires various This kind of sacrifice was sacrificed to the Eastern Emperor. Later, the sacrifice ceremony developed into a four-door competition. - If you can get the most sacrifices within a limited time, you can become the sacrifice officer to sacrifice to the Eastern Emperor; if any junior disciple If you can get a sacrifice and offer it, you will have the opportunity to enter the inner door and become a disciple…”
He pointed to the floating jade fruit on the boy's feet, and his eyes couldn't help showing a greedy look: "There is a floating jade fruit needed for sacrifice in Lingqiu Mountain, but the two of us have insufficient spiritual strength and dare not set foot on the 'Yong' easily. The site. This little boy, can you share the floating jade fruit you picked up with us?"
As soon as the boy raised his leg, a floating jade fruit broke away from the vine and fell into his hands.
He wiped the fruit, and said in a milky voice, "This fruit is not as delicious as rumored. But I won't give it to you."
The two high and short frowned together: "Why?"
"I don't like you." The boy took a bite of the floating jade fruit, his voice was clear and lingering, with a kind of innocence and arrogance, "I grew up in the mountains since I was a child, and I don't know much about etiquette, but I At least you know that if you are really asking for something, you should be begging me on your knees instead of standing upright in front of me like this."
The two suddenly changed color.
"Don't toast, don't eat and drink fine!"
The boy ignored them, jumped off the blue rock, and walked forward on the water.
In just an instant, a spear flower was polished and slammed across the boy's neck.
Being pressed by the gun, the boy was not afraid at all. When his beautiful peach-shaped pupils swept over the two, he said with a bit of contempt: "This is my fruit, I don't want to give it to you."
The tall man who stopped with a gun did not listen to him, and ordered the short man: "Go, bring his fruit."
The short man bent down, ready to pick it up.
The boy pursed his lips in joy, and pinched his fingers.
A red cinnabar light flashed at the end of his eyes, and the cinnabar mole on his forehead also lit up brightly and darkly.
There was a rustling sound below the mantle, as if countless strange snakes were floating under it, and the floating soil on the ground was also shaking up and down, as if some monster would break out of the ground at any time.
The short man staggered, and used a long white oak spear to penetrate deeply into the soil before he stabilized his body and said in a panic, "...Is it the 'Yong' coming?"
The tall man gritted his teeth: "Hurry up! We'll leave after taking the Floating Jade Fruit!"
The short man stretched out his hand to pick it up, but he heard a whistling of spiritual power in the air, and a three-inch flying knife on fire came out of the air, nailed the short man's sleeve, and even took his body to the sky. , nailed him whole to a nearby redwood tree!
The boy couldn't help but startled, the index finger and thumb that were tightly attached were immediately separated, and the Zhu Guang at the end of his eyes and forehead also dissipated.
He looked around, looking for the trace of the master of the flying knife.
The short man was pinned to the point of immobility, and in panic he stretched out his hand to fight the flames burning on his sleeve, while the tall man immediately withdrew his long gun and pointed at the void: "Who? Which Wangba..."
Before the word "egg" was spoken, he was also nailed into his sleeve by a three-inch flying knife, his body flew into the air, and hit the trunk of another sequoia tree. The long gun in his hand rolled down and fell on the man. In the mountain stream beside the child.
The two men tried their best to free their sleeves from the flying knives, but their spiritual power was tightly sewn between their sleeves and the tree trunk, and they couldn't even tear their sleeves to get out.
The tall man resisted his fear and asked sharply, "Who?"
His final voice trembled uncontrollably.
After a long while, there was a sloppy teasing voice from the top of the deep jungle: "...I am your conscience. You haven't spoken to me for a long time, I'm very sad."
The tall man was so panicked that he was out of his normal state, and he yelled: "Who is there pretending to be a ghost? Get out if you have the ability! Don't do anything wrong!!"
Before the perpetrator rolled out, dozens of three-inch flying knives flashing with aura shot out from the forest, plunged into the tree trunks, and used the blades to make a detailed outline of the human body for the two of them. .
When the two men, tall and short, were stunned, a white shadow descended slowly from the forest.
The person who came had empty hands and stood behind his back, dressed in frost and snow white, wearing a black black gauze curling cloud hat, and his long hair was simply pulled up by a wispy hairband. He tiptoed lightly and landed in front of the gurgling stream.
The visitor had a hexagonal bell tied around his wrist, and that was the source of the jingle bell.
The tall and short two who were still in shock and anger just now saw the appearance of the person who came, and they were a little more frightened than before: "...Xu... Senior Brother Xu?"
The boy stood in the stream curiously, looking up at this young and handsome young man.
The young man who was called "Senior Brother Xu" by the two walked to the stream unhurriedly, stretched out his right hand, turned his palm upside down, held it and closed it, and all the blades that nailed the tall and short brothers into ornaments flew back to him. hands. The shape of the blade melted and turned into a bamboo fractured fan.
He shook his fan twice, with a smile in his eyes.
The curiosity in the boy's eyes grew brighter.
The two brothers, tall and short, fell from the tree and fell to the ground, their faces turned ashes.
The short man's cuff was scorched by the fire, and he covered it with his hands while hurriedly defending: "Senior Brother Xu, don't get me wrong, we just saw that this child has a floating jade fruit on his body, so we want to take care of him. …”
The young man walked to the boy's side, looked down, and happened to see the floating jade fruit strung with vines on his ankle.
Xu Shi was so handsome that the boy was a little embarrassed to see him, so he unknowingly hid his feet back.
The young man raised his brows when he saw the precious fruit that was strung up casually.
He boldly and casually touched the boy's soft hair, patted it again, and asked the two men, "I ask you, is this child 'Yong'?"
The corners of the boy's lips twitched, but he resisted the discomfort of being touched on his head and did not move.
The two of them didn't dare to take a breath.
The young man asked again patiently: "I ask you, is this 'Yong'?"
The tall man replied in a hollow voice: "No..."
The young man flicked the tail of his clothes frivolously, let go of the boy, waded across the stream, walked to the tall and short two, bent down and asked, "He's not 'Yong', what do you want from him? Here, it's someone else's stuff, you better, point the iron gun at someone's neck and ask for it? I ask you, is this a 'want' or a robbery?"
The short man was about to cry: "Yes, it's a robbery..."
The young man's expression condensed, he closed the fan with a snap, and slapped the two disciples' heads with the handle of the fan, and reprimanded: "Grab, grab. Stealing other people's things is really promising, is that what Zhou Beinan taught you? "
At first, these people obviously knew Xu Xingzhi, but he didn't know what the real Xu Xingzhi looked like and what image he looked like in front of this group of people.
Second, Xu Xingzhi was not clear about the grievances between Meng Chongguang and Xu Xingzhi.
Logically speaking, Meng Chongguang killed his master and indirectly caused Xu Xingzhi to be kicked out of Xianmen. Xu Xingzhi himself should have hated Meng Chongguang thoroughly.
What rescued Xu Xingzhi from the crisis in the cold field was a tassel spear.
When he was hesitating about how to answer, a Leng Rui Shuoguang suddenly swept past, and the point of the spear pointed straight at Xu Xingzhi's chest.
Xu Xingzhi raised his hands unconsciously and took a step back, and blurted out: "... Oh Huo."
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he regretted it a little.
When he was still Xu Ping, there would always be some unorthodox oral habits. If Xu Xingzhi himself is not a broken mouth character like him, he may have been exposed.
In a few flashes, Xu Xingzhi suddenly heard a crisp sound.
- The ghost spear was broken by the waist in front of Xu Xingzhi.
The tip of the spear pointed to the sky, the handle of the spear was cracked, and white stubble was exposed at the break.
Meng Chongguang's left hand was pinching at the crack of the gun body, and his eyes were fixed on the young man who was holding the gun to stab him for a moment, and his tone could not hear any special emotions: "... Zhou Beinan, step back."
The young man named Zhou Beinan held a broken gun in his hand and did not retreat.
The threat was useless, Meng Chongguang showed no mercy, he folded the tip of the broken spear, and threw it towards Zhou Beinan with his backhand.
Zhou Beinan dodged immediately, but he was literally scratched on the side of his neck, and blood suddenly gushed out.
... The ghost slaves manipulated by ghost cultivators can't hurt him at all with ordinary fairy weapons. Only the treasures held by ghost soldiers can hurt the ghost's body.
The tip of the spear sank into the big rock behind him, shattering the rock like tofu.
Meng Chongguang said in a deep voice, "...don't take this thing at senior brother."
Zhou Beinan showed no fear, turned his palm, turned the broken ghost gun handle over, lifted Xu Xingzhi's chin, and asked Meng Zhongguang, "This is really Xu Xingzhi? Do you believe it?"
He turned to the crowd again: "...Do you all believe?"
Seeing that no one responded, and the scene was a little cold, Xu Xingzhi raised his hand brazenly and said, "I believe it."
Zhou Beinan sneered: "You? You're not the awakened corpse of Jiuzhideng, are you?"
In the present world, Xu Xingzhi has read countless magazines, and he has seen records about "awakening the corpse" in a collection of phantoms.
"Awakening Corpse" is a monster transformed from a dead corpse. Its appearance, words and deeds are no different from ordinary people. It can even think, live and eat like a living person. Black and white are reversed, light and dark are indistinguishable, hot and cold are reversed, and they will act according to the command and control of their masters.
Zhou Beinan didn't say much nonsense, he withdrew the gun handle, and a group of ghost fire gathered in his left hand, hitting Xu Xingzhi in the face.
The light of the fire suddenly stopped only three inches away from Xu Xingzhi's eyes.
The ghost fire was awe-inspiring, not scorching, but the chill that went deep into the bones still caused a layer of frost on Xu Xingzhi's face.
In order to maintain the image of the original owner, Xu Xingzhi, which was almost destroyed by himself, Xu Xingzhi kept his eyes open and watched as a layer of frost and snow formed on his eyelashes.
With the burning of the ghost fire, Zhou Beinan's originally determined expression was shaken.
It stands to reason that the real awakening corpse will misjudge such a cold flame as a hot fire, so it is instinctive to fear and avoid it.
He stared at Xu Xingzhi in disbelief: "How is it possible? ... You didn't wake up the corpse?"
Xu Xingzhi was speechless.
With his hands behind his back, he stared at Zhou Beinan unpredictably but with a guilty conscience.
Zhou Beinan waved his hand, and the ghost fire turned into thousands of blue fireflies and dissipated.
But he still had doubts on his face, and said to Meng Chongguang: "...you take out his treasure, and I will fight with him, and then I will know whether he is real or fake."
Xu Xingzhi had to remind him: "I am a mortal now."
Zhou Beinan naturally didn't believe it: "You mean you were pulled out of your bones?"
Xu Xingzhi neither affirmed nor denied it.
Zhou Beinan sneered: "Impossible, as far as I know, none of the monks who have their roots removed can live."
Xu Xingzhi said, "That's as far as you know."
Zhou Beinan stopped talking nonsense with him and gestured to grab his arm.
Before Zhou Beinan met him, Meng Chongguang grabbed Xu Xingzhi's right wrist and grabbed it.
The strength was so great that Xu Xingzhi was almost staggered by him.
He blocked Xu Xingzhi behind him, and his voice was terrifyingly cold: "If he is an awakened corpse and dares to use his brother's face, I would have strangled him long ago when I met him."
Xu Xingzhi: "..."
He stroked the back of his windy neck and thought, who taught this child, how impolite.
He kindly carried him home, but he actually wanted to strangle himself.
But thinking about the purpose of his trip, Xu Xingzhi shut up.
... Anyway, he is not a good bird, why should the crow laugh at the black pig.
Meng Zhongguang paused and continued: "Senior brother, he has indeed lost his mana. I tested it on the way here. The spiritual veins in his body have been stagnant for a long time, and there is no spiritual flow."
After that, he turned his face, and his voice instantly became soft: "...Senior brother, but this?"
If you don't have to play the big brother who has been tricked by him, if you don't know that the person in front of you is a murderous demon, and if you don't come to kill him, Xu Xingzhi will think that this child looks quite cute.
Xu Xingzhi resisted the urge to touch his head and turned his face away.
Meng Chongguang also felt his resistance, his eyes dimmed, and he was as lost as a puppy who didn't get a touch from his master.
Zhou Beinan seemed to believe it a bit, but he still had doubts: "Are you sure he wasn't pretending to be someone else?"
The bone girl can't stand it anymore: "Big Brother Zhou..."
Zhou Beinan thought for a moment and raised his brows, as if he had thought of an excellent verification method.
Xu Xingzhi noticed the change in his expression, so he cheered up and concentrated, ready to deal with his next problem.
Zhou Beinan said: "...You have given me dozens of nicknames since you were young. As long as you can name three, I will believe that you are Xu Xingzhi."
Xu Xingzhi: "..."
... from nicknames, and even more than a dozen on horseback.
Xu Xingzhi felt that the original owner did not seem to be a serious senior brother.
However, after the verification of Xu Xingzhi's memory fragments, the original owner really did such a boring thing.
There are four immortal mountain blessed places in Zhengdao. Xu Xingzhi and Meng Chongguang are both disciples of Fengling Mountain, Zhou Beinan is the son of Yingtianchuan Island Lord, and the other two immortal mountain blessed places are Danyang Peak and Qingliang Valley.
The original owner's memory is extremely fragmented. Xu Xingzhi can only see from some messy clips that the original owner will bicker with each other as long as he meets Zhou Beinan, beat each other, and the relationship is very bad, so Xu Xingzhi will give him more than ten A nickname to show Zhou Beinan's special status in his mind.
Xu Xingzhi paused for a while, and successfully dug out a nickname from the memory fragment: "Beibei."
Zhou Beinan: "… "
Xu Xingzhi: "Pumpkin."
Zhou Beinan: "… "
Xu Xingzhi: "Ah, and Amen."
Zhou Beinan couldn't bear it any longer: "...Shut up!"
The two-knife girl burst out with joy.
Zhou Beinan couldn't hold back his face, and turned back and scolded: "What are you laughing at? What's so funny?"
The girl was not afraid at all: "Uncle, I can understand the first two, but what does 'Amen' mean?"
Xu Xingzhi leaned his head out from Meng Chongguang's body, and explained kindly, "Because he was a fat man when he was a child. The word 'Zhou Beinan' is 'men Tukou Beinan'. I just called him 'Amen'."
Zhou Bei's face was red and his ears were red, and he threw the half of the gun handle in his hand to the ground: "...Xu Xingzhi, do you want to be beaten?"
Xu Xingzhi hid behind Meng Chongguang shamelessly and pretended to be dead.
While speaking, a dark figure came running from a distance.
… is the ghost-faced youth who stood on the cliff just now.
Before Xu Xingzhi could react, the young man slammed into his arms, and there was a cry in his voice: "Senior Brother Xu!"
The young man was indeed very short, and he only reached Xu Xingzhi's chin. The lower half of his face, which was not covered by the terrifying iron face, was delicate and fair. At first glance, he thought he was a child.
Xu Xingzhi was taken aback by him, and on the principle of pretending to be familiar if he couldn't name him, he raised his hand and touched his hair: "... Well, it's me."
The young man raised his head, the pupils behind the mask were pale blue, round and like a young fox: "Senior Brother Xu, I haven't seen you for thirteen years, where have you been?"
Xu Xingzhi smiled bitterly.
… Hold on, let me make it up.
But before he could make it up, the young man was pulled out of his arms by Zhou Beinan.
I don't know if it was Xu Xingzhi's illusion, but Zhou Beinan's face seemed even more ugly than before. He pointed to the ghost who was broken by Meng Chongguang on the ground just now, and said indifferently to the young man, "...Fix it."
The ghost-faced youth struggled: "Senior brother is still here, I have to ask my brother first..."
After Zhou Beinan glanced at Meng Chongguang with the end of his eyes, he forced the young man to leave: "It's not your turn to talk to him now."
The iron-faced youth seemed to understand something, and obediently shut up.
Meng Chongguang didn't greet everyone, grabbed Xu Xingzhi's right wrist, and walked straight into the tower.
Xu Xingzhi tried to get rid of him, but he was helpless, so he could only drag him in like a dog.
In a hurry, Xu Xingzhi looked back and found that the bone girl who had treated Meng Zhongguang's burn just now was staring at him.
When Xu Xingzhi looked back at her, she hurriedly lowered her head and turned away.
The blue-green hairband tied on her black hair was straight to her waist, and it flew like a wave as she walked away.
After the two entered the tower, the girl with two knives came to the ghost-faced youth and asked curiously, "Brother Lu, is that the brother Xu you often say?"
The ghost-faced youth fiddled with the broken ghost spear, overjoyed: "Yes."
The girl with two knives grabbed her short hair that was cut in a mess: "Why do I think he is so frivolous?"
The ghost-faced youth said: "Although Brother Xu is a bit sloppy, he is the best person in the world."
Hearing this, Zhou Beinan rolled his eyes: "Ha."
The ghost-faced youth turned to Zhou Beinan and complained, "What are you laughing at? You are still laughing! Do you know how much essence it will cost me to repair the ghost soldiers? Can you cherish it and use it?"
Zhou Beinan: "... OK, OK."
Afterwards, Zhou Beinan turned to the girl with two swords and asked, "Awang, where are Qu Chi and Tao Xian?"
Zhou Wang replied: "I heard that some spiritual stones were found in the mountains in the south. Godfather and godmother went to find the spiritual stones. They will be back around midnight."
Zhou Beinan pondered for a moment, pulled Zhou Wang over, and said earnestly, "Would you like to do your uncle a favor?"
Zhou Wang whispered to her, and Zhou Beinan explained to her like this.
The ghost-faced youth on the side suddenly raised his head: "Zhou Beinan, do you still doubt Senior Brother Xu?"
Zhou Beinan: "...I'm talking to Awang, why are you eavesdropping?"
The ghost-faced youth said angrily, "You are my ghost slave, your eyes are my eyes, and your ears are my ears. Do you think it's me who wants to hear it?"
Zhou Beinan was helpless, and simply said frankly and honestly: "After 13 years of absence, he suddenly appeared in Xu Xingzhi. I don't believe that he has no purpose. Don't forget, Jiuzhideng has always wanted to kill us!"
With that said, he looked at the bronze iron gate of the tower, and said coldly: "... especially Meng Chongguang, who lived in the wild for 13 years without dying. I'm afraid that person's heart has long been in trouble!"
Inside the tower.
It is completely different from the desolation and desolation outside the tower. The interior of the tower is elegant and quiet. There is even a stream of running water flowing through the tower, with flowing stones and painted walls.
Xu Xingzhi seemed to have walked into a paradise, and he was the reckless fisherman.
Meng Chongguang waved his hand gently, and a bamboo leaf facing the door opened in response.
He introduced Xu Xingzhi into it, and the tables, chairs, beds and beds were all available, and even pearls and garlands were decorated.
Meng Zhongguang said softly: "Senior brother, this is your room, and I have prepared it for you. I will place all the items as they are, but some items cannot be found in this wilderness, so don't ask for them. Angry, I will do the same for senior brother in the future."
Xu Xingzhi pretended to be indifferent: "Well."
Meng Chongguang pulled Xu Xingzhi to sit beside the bed, with a strange light in his eyes: "Senior brother touched Lu Yujiu just now, and now he is also touching my hair, okay?"
Very good, the ghost-faced young man's name is Lu Yujiu, so when we meet next time, there is no need to worry about not being able to name him.
Xu Xingzhi thought so, he didn't look directly at Meng Chongguang, didn't answer his question, he just looked around.
At this glance, Xu Xingzhi found that there was a beautiful bamboo fractured fan right at the head of the bed, which looked quite mysterious.
Xu Xingzhi took it with his left hand and slowly unfolded the fan.
On the fan are written eight cursive characters: "In today's world, who else will I be?"
Signed, "No. 1 in the sky, Xu Xingzhi in Fengling".
Xu Xingzhi: "..."
Meng Chongguang, who was ignored just now, came over again obediently: "Senior brother, I have always kept your treasure, do you like it?"
Xu Xingzhi: "..."
He felt that the original owner's taste was a mystery.
Xu Xingzhi wanted to put the fan back in its original place, but just as his hand touched the bed, a vine sprang out from the foot of the bed like thunder and lightning, and tightly wrapped around Xu Xingzhi's left wrist.
Xu Xingzhi was shocked: "What is this?"
Meng Chongguang said happily: "Senior brother, you are finally willing to talk to me."
Xu Xingzhi: "...Okay, I'll talk to you, you let go of this thing."
The vines with thick arms did not mean to let go of him at all.
Meng Chongguang asked hopefully: "When my brother came back with me, didn't he say that the reason why he came to Wilderness was to find me? I'm here, brother don't go anywhere, okay?"
Xu Xingzhi: "..."
Seeing that Xu Xingzhi was still silent, Meng Chongguang couldn't hide his disappointment, got up and said, "If senior brother really doesn't want to talk to me, I'll just wait a little longer."
Xu Xingzhi saw that he was really going to leave, and he couldn't help but hurriedly said: "Let go of me!"
Meng Chongguang walked to the door and was taken aback by Xu Xingzhi's broken drink. When he turned around, there were tears in his eyes: "Brother, please bear with me for a while, everything I am doing now is for the sake of my brother. Honghuang is too dangerous. , as long as you stay with Chongguang, senior brother will be safe and sound. Please, senior brother, agree to Chongguang, stay."
Xu Xingzhi: "..."
If it weren't for the fact that he was tied up and unable to move, just by looking at Meng Chongguang's aggrieved expression, ten out of ten people would think that the person who was tightly entangled by the vines was actually Meng Chongguang.
Xu Xingzhi still held a lingering hope: "Let me go, I'm not going anywhere."
Meng Chongguang thought for a while and asked, "Do you not like vines, senior brother?"
Xu Xingzhi nodded: "Well."
… The vines are prone to insects, and Xu Xingzhi himself was afraid of insects to death.
Meng Chongguang said unwillingly, "...Well then."
Soon, Meng Chongguang closed the door again and left.
Xu Xingzhisheng leaned reluctantly on the head of the bed, and the vines that were originally wrapped around his left hand turned into a sturdy golden shackle, which was luxurious and brilliant.
He touched the dagger on his waist with his wooden hand, very sad.
... Probably this is the so-called death before the apprenticeship.
In the blink of an eye, there were several weak screams in the mountains and forests.
After sending Qu Chi away, Xu Xingzhi looked at the animal skin man who had only one breath left on the ground, and frowned: "Is this person coming for me?"
When only Meng Chongguang and Xu Xing were left, the former showed an extremely innocent and innocent look, with his hands behind his back, as if the mud on the ground had nothing to do with him: "...Yes."
Xu Xingzhi understood.
If that's the case, then it's fucking time to live.
After Xu Xingzhi was silent, Meng Chongguang cleaned up the Asura face just now, and carefully rubbed against Xu Xingzhi: "Senior brother... Was I a little reckless just now?"
Just now, the big wolf dog, who had not changed his face and smashed other people's bones, was replaced by a puppy. Seeing this situation, Xu Xingzhi felt very guilty.
Meng Chongguang is a character in his own writing. When Xu Xingzhi was originally set, he had a big pen, bloodthirsty, irritable and domineering, all of which were set by himself as Meng Chongguang's nature.
In the end, he still resents Xu Xingzhi, so not only is Xu Xingzhi not afraid of him, but his conscience still aches.
... I'm sorry son, it was Dad who made you like this.
Besides, having lived in the wilderness for more than ten years, Meng Chongguang must have gotten used to the day when you die or I die. Now that someone has invaded the territory, it is not difficult to understand.
Besides, they suddenly came to arrest him, fearing that they wanted to use them to deal with Meng Chongguang.
If they were caught, the situation would certainly not be much better, and it was possible to die at their hands.