Tianming Song's Point Daiyin

Chapter 140: The past is like yesterday

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"Little girl, why did you kneel down?"

"Uncle Wei, when do you plan to release Wei Heng?"

"Huh! That wicked son!"

When the emperor of the true octopus clan heard the words, his expression was stagnant at first, and then he became a little annoyed and made a vicious voice.

"Uncle Wei, you have been imprisoned by Wei Heng for more than ten days. No one knows the dungeon of Yushui. If you go there, you will be half-lived."

Qi Qi said curly, and carefully looked at the expression of the emperor in the seat. Seeing that his face was moved, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he continued talking while the iron was hot.

"Uncle Wei, who doesn't know that Wei Heng has such a temperament. It's common to go to the house to reveal the tile in two days. It is common for you to be mischievous. You have been punished for so long. No matter how angry you are It's gone. Is it the youngest child? We have waited for a long time for this group of little dolls to go out to play.

He pouted while speaking, which was very distressing.

This son, even the emperor of the real octopus is thinking about whether he should let his little son go. After so many days, his anger has disappeared early. Besides, putting that bastard in a water prison can't be changed. That pill.

There was a hesitant look on the emperor's face. Qi Wei thought about his father Wei Heng's defense line and quickly broke through. He was happy, but his face did not show up. Instead, the corners of his mouth drooped slightly and he put on a sad expression. .

"Uncle Wei, isn't this son Wei Heng comparable to a bottle of pill? If the pill is gone, you can look for it again, but if your son is gone, tell me if your heart hurts?"

"This… "

"Uncle Wei, don't do this. Would you like to take a look at the gift that Curly brings this time? It's really great!"

After curling up, he asked the attendant who was following to present the gift with a clap of his hand, and the sight of the person in the seat was also attracted.

The gift that the girl said was placed in a treasure box of pear blossom wood embellished with Dongzhu. When it was opened, there was only a beautiful sea coral in it. The whole was green with the same texture as that of jade. In general, it also shines with a transparent and moisturizing light.

"This gift was obtained from my father in a soft, soft and hard bubble. Although it is more effective than the pill that Uncle Wei asked for before, it is much better than ordinary medicine. Uncle Wei, look, this Wei Heng is Isn't it going to be released?"

Qi Yao curled up his eyebrows and looked at the emperor of the true octopus family, waiting for him to respond.

"Since Curly has come to beg Uncle specially, that uncle will put Wei Heng's wicked son in your favor. Da, take Curly Hall to the dungeon!"

After all, the person has got up, intending to accompany him to the past, with an anxious look on his face.

"Uncle Wei, I asked Ah Da to take me there, you, hurry up and give the medicine to Da Huang Sister!"

"Oh, yes, just follow the curls. Uncle Wei won't accompany you, and thank you for being uncle and your father. Ah Da, take care of curls, don't let her get hurt, otherwise, I want you good looking!"

The emperor of the true octopus clan stared, and then left with his attendants anxiously.

Qi Niao Niao was taken to the dungeon by Ah Da.

Although Yushui’s dungeon was built near the Zhenyu Clan’s imperial palace, it was used by all the Yushui ethnic groups. Here, there are all kinds of sinners, and there are a mixture of fish and dragons. Just when I entered, I heard all sorts of horrible shouts. , Screams, the torture made people's head hurt.

Wei Heng was waiting in the small independent cell to the east.

Although the young father was anxious, he did not forget that he was his favorite young son, how could he put him next to him.

However, the penalty was not released at all, and Wei Heng shrank in the corner, sad.

On the first day he came here, he was beaten severely. His whole body was trembling with pain. He had never experienced such suffering since he was a child, but Wei Heng thought he would go out soon, and his father would never Regardless of him, but the next day, he was still beaten, the whip was drawn on his body, and the barbed whip scraped away the tender meat, which made it more painful and even more excessive that he did not even eat the food.

Wei Heng was hurt and hungry. His eyes were dizzy and he saw a gray bun thrown in. He didn't even want to take it and gnawed it, swallowed it, and gave it to his stomach in a while. In normal times, he doesn't even look at this kind of food.

In the next few days, he stopped beating him, but as usual, one steamed bun a day. There was no light in the prison, and it was dark and tight, and he became more and more afraid, staring at the dark prison door, and the sound of water flowing in his ears, hula hula, heavy and tight, his heart was sinking day by day Go down.

He couldn't remember how many days it was, and when the prison door was opened, there was the sound of footsteps, one by one, lightly, like stepping on a cloud.

Then, he could hear it.

"Wei Heng."

The girl's soft and gentle voice is the same as him.

He is very familiar with this voice. When he was young, he followed the girl, the little one swam with her whirring, shouting out of breath,

"Sister Curly, wait for me!"

He still doesn't believe it, his twelve claws are no better than her tail.

"Hahaha, brat, hurry up to catch up!"

The little girl in front of her turned her head, her small face was carved out of jade, and her ice-blue eyes were especially beautiful. The little girl's voice was crisp again, and it was tender enough to pinch water out.

The voice that Wei Heng heard now came from the top of his head, with the childishness of his childhood, and a little bit softer and softer than a girl’s. The boy raised his head and saw the face in front of him, although the corners of his mouth were tapered. Laughing, but his eyes are watery, with a worried look.

"Curl... Sister Curl."

Husky, low, with surprises and grievances.

Wei Heng hadn't spoken for a long time, and now he spoke, his throat seemed to be pulled, and it was difficult to make a sound.

It may be his mother, his elder brother, or his guards that he wants to take him out. But he didn't expect that it was actually curled up, with a smile, gently calling him Wei Heng.

"Well, I will take you out."

Curly squatted down and looked at Wei Heng who was lying in the corner. He was dirty and smelly, but he rubbed his hair with his hands without any disgust.

"Sister Curly, oooooo... Aheng knows that I was wrong, I shouldn't be mischievous and overturned the pill for the big emperor's wife. I was wrong. I want to go home. I don't want to stay here... "

The young man threw himself into Qi Niao's arms, and started crying shamelessly as he was when he was young.

He was so wronged.

"Okay, okay, Wei Heng, you are still a thousand years old and still crying."

Unexpectedly, after curling up to say this, the boy in his arms cried more fiercely. From pumping up to crying loudly, he didn't care whether his reputation of Yushui Overlord would be compromised. The girl couldn't, but could only Pat the boy's back, like a mother coaxing her child.

When Wei Heng was taken out of the jail, and crying enough, the boy with red and swollen eyes looked at the girl walking ahead.

"Sister Curly, wait for me."

The head curled up and didn't look back, but he spoke.

"What are you waiting for, this princess has worked so hard to get you out of the water prison, but I am exhausted, and I am still anxious to go back and rest!"

When the girl said this, she suddenly turned around and gave Wei Heng a playful smile.

"By the way, bastard boy, I have broken a good sea coral, you remember to pay me, see you in the same place tomorrow!"

Curly waved his hand, the fish's tail was gone as soon as he raised it.

Wei Heng was left standing in front of the dungeon, and the water weeds were dancing lightly and the fish swam comfortably, while Ah Da called out from behind.

"His Royal Highness, go back to the palace and rest."

"Oh."

Wei Heng responded quickly.

There are so many memories that the teenagers have together. Wei Heng is 15,000 years old. This series of memories is 15,000 years old. I can't finish it. He himself is dry and tongue. Jiao'er is also dizzy.

The two sat under the tree to blow the air. Although it was almost dusk, the residual heat was still there, and the blowing wind also made a sense of dryness and heat.

"Oh, no, I'm thirsty."

As the sun slanted westward, the young man turned over and lay down on the grass with his hair spread out and spread out on the grass blades. The smell of soil mixed with the fragrance of green grass broke into the young man’s nose. It was very good. Upon hearing this, Wei Heng took a deep breath, and then exhaled a turbid breath.

"If you don't talk about it, don't talk about it."

Jiao'er also lay down like Wei Heng, feeling that the grass was soft and a little cool. From here, you can see the blue sky exposed between the branches and leaves, and the white and soft clouds are plated with a layer of gold, which is particularly beautiful.

"Wei Heng, in fact, hearing what you said just now, I am even more confused. Do you think you like Sister Curly? If you say that it doesn't count, I always think it's wrong, completely wrong, but you want to like it. I don’t know how to define it."

Jiao'er looked at the cloud above her head and spoke to Wei Heng. The little fox felt that the cloud looked like something, but she couldn't guess it after looking at it for a long time.

"Oh, it's really a headache, forget it, don't think about it. If it's me, don't talk about such complicated things as feelings."

The little fox muttered, thinking carefully.

"Heh! I speak so swearingly now, but don't forget it later, when that happens, I will tell you how you look good!"

The young man retorted, feeling a bit piercing in his eyes for a while, and when the back of his hand was used to block his eyes, the light in front of him dimmed.

"Huh! My grandma does what she said!"

The little fox's tone rose up to argue, and then his voice went softer, as if babbling.

"But Wei Heng, if you really like to curl up, no matter how many times you fail, you still have to go forward courageously and persevere! I will stand behind you and cheer for you."

"Oh, good."

The corners of the boy's mouth were bent, his eyes were blocked, but his mood was obviously happy.