Infinite flow: The non-African's partner is the European emperor

You Heng narrowed his eyes. It seemed that Zhou Xing didn't seem to care so much about Xie Cang.

"This is known to everyone." The disciple behind You Heng said loudly and unconvincedly: "Xie Cang killed people without mercy, could not distinguish between good and evil, and brought disaster to the world. Such a person deserves to die!"

Xie Cang deserves to die, but he is also seeking death.

Zhou Xing raised his hand, the knife flashed, and the head of the man who had just spoken was chopped off. No one could react, and they saw the bloody head rolling on the ground for several times.

You Heng could have stopped him, but he didn't. He just pretended to be indignant and asked in a harsh voice, "What do you mean, fellow Daoist?"

Zhou Xing said indifferently: "I don't like what he said, just tell him to shut up."

The people behind You Heng couldn't hold it anymore. Their fellow disciple was killed right in front of them. It was impossible for them not to be angry, but they were more scared.

Facing so many people, this man was still so arrogant. It was impossible for him to have no support.

"Brother, we must avenge our junior brother."

"Yes, Senior Brother, this man must be in cahoots with Xie Cang."

"He might be stalling for time. Xie Cang might have already escaped. Brother, we..."

...

Several people were talking in a mixed voice, waiting for You Heng to speak.

You Heng sneered in his heart, revenge? If you can beat them, then take revenge. If they have the guts, then go ahead.

"Bang." The Tianlin Sect's logo suddenly appeared in the sky. Upon closer inspection, it was found that a disciple had sent a signal to call back the elder.

Zhou Xing lowered his eyes to check the time, then walked towards them, holding a long knife, with a steady pace, which made the people from Tianlinmen feel scared.

"I'm telling you, our sect's elders are on the way, you just..."

Zhou Xing glanced coldly at the person who spoke, "It's up to you, just don't block the way."

Under everyone's gaze, he walked down the path.

"you…"

"Squeak." Someone took action directly, and the long sword flew towards Zhou Xing's back under his control, but did not touch his body.

The sword seemed to be blocked and could not move forward an inch no matter what.

"Crack." The long sword broke into pieces.

Zhou Xing didn't even turn his head before the man who attacked him started to catch fire. In an instant, the flames completely enveloped him and he let out a shrill and terrified scream.

"Senior brother?"

You Heng sneered, "Who told you to provoke him?"

"Does he have some extraordinary identity?"

You Heng glanced at the top of Cangshan Mountain, which rose straight into the sky and was hidden in the clouds. He said in a voice that only he could hear: "Even if he is not the real Munashe, he must have some relationship with Munashe."

As for the answer that Zhou Xing is Munashe, You Heng placed it as an impossible option from the very beginning.

Because Munashe couldn't leave the Eternal Tower at all, it was impossible for him to enter the game, and it was even more impossible for him to survive under the nose of OL until now.

Zhou Xing went down the mountain to find Xie Cang and Zhou Xingchen. On the way, he saw the illusion of Cangshan several times.

The wind and snow gradually picked up, and the road became slippery. We had to take every step carefully. The snow melted and turned into ice, and the wind started to blow later.

The Cangshan Mountains seemed to be stopping him from moving forward.

The wind and snow were surging, the sky was covered with clouds, and the light became dim.

Zhou Xing held a handful of snow, but his palms did not feel any coldness, and he was completely unconscious.

"Ming." A boy of about eleven or twelve years old walked towards him. His young face was dull and wooden, as if his expression was frozen, revealing an indifference that was inconsistent with his age.

He trotted as if chasing something and passed through Zhou Xing's body.

In an instant, Zhou Xing felt a bone-chilling coldness that spread to every part of his body, as if it was going to freeze his soul.

Zhou Xing paused for a moment, then turned around and followed. He watched the boy jog to catch up with a figure. His tone was not as calm as his expression, "Ming, why hasn't he bloomed yet? Did I kill him?"

The tall man rubbed the boy's head and said gently, "He's still alive. Is Yao worried?"

"Yeah." The boy nodded, put on a straight face, and said seriously: "I want someone who can always be with me."

"What about me?" Ming asked him.

The young man named Yao hesitated for a moment and said, "Ming is different. I know Ming will leave sooner or later."

Ming suddenly smiled, a very gentle smile. They stopped on the flat road. He squatted down, looked at Yao, and asked, "Who told Yao?"

"what?"

"Who told Yao that I was leaving?"

The boy didn't understand, but still told the truth, "It was Cangshan. Cangshan told me that Ming was about to leave."

At first, Cangshan was just an ordinary mountain, but as time passed, it also developed spiritual intelligence. No living creature would dislike the young man, so they would always find time to appear and talk to the young man. It was also because of these creatures that Yao knew a lot of things, such as who passed by at the foot of the mountain and what happened.

"Will Yao be scared?" Ming stood up, put his hand on the boy's shoulder, and led him to continue walking up, "After I leave, you will be the only one in Cangshan."

"not afraid."

In fact, the boy didn't know what fear was.

"There are many living beings on Cangshan Mountain, and they will all accompany me."

Ming paused, and said in a low voice, "But Yao, the flower you raised is absorbing the vitality of the entire mountain. As long as you raise it, all the creatures on Cangshan Mountain will die."

Yao stood there in a daze. He hadn't expected that raising a flower would have such a result.

Ming looked at him and asked, "Do you want to continue raising it?"

Without hearing an answer, the scene in front of me shattered like a mirror again.

Zhou Xing frowned and took a few steps back to avoid the sudden attack, but half of his step was missing. He then realized that the mountain road behind him had turned into a bottomless abyss at some point. If he didn't stop in time, he would fall directly down.

A pair of hands appeared in front of him, trying to push him down.

Zhou Xing saw Xie Cang who appeared in front of him at some point. The young man's hands were covered in blood and there were bloodstains on his face.

"Xie Cang." Zhou Xing was not pushed down by him. Instead, he grabbed the boy's hand, stood in the air, and landed him on the open ground. "What are you going to do?"

Xie Cang's eyes were confused for a moment, and he gradually came to his senses after hearing Zhou Xing's voice. His body was shaking unconsciously, "Mu Nashe? Why are you here?"

Zhou Xing pinched his brows. It seemed that Xie Cang was not awake just now, as if he was deeply trapped in some illusion.

Xie Cang saw his bloody hands and his face lost all color, as if he remembered something.

“Zhou Xingchen!” He quickly grabbed Zhou Xing’s hand and pleaded, “Munashe, please save Zhou Xingchen!”

He looked at him longingly, expecting his answer, but Zhou Xing's expression was very cold, his thin lips slightly parted, and he just said: "I would be happy if he died, so I won't save him."

Xie Cang opened his eyes wide, his face showing various emotions, and finally he looked lost and even had a hint of struggle.

"I thought…"

What did he think? He thought that after spending so many days together, Zhou Xing would not think of killing Zhou Xingchen.

No way, never.

Zhou Xing's purpose has always been clear, and he is also clear about what he wants to do.

Xie Cang took a few steps back, as if he had made up his mind, and ran down the mountain with a slightly staggering step.

Looking at his back, Zhou Xingqing let out a "tsk", but still raised his foot and followed him.

The wind and snow blocked their vision, and even the road under their feet became confusing.

Xie Cang slipped and his body fell down involuntarily, and someone pulled him up by his arm.

He saw Zhou Xing, seemed to be hesitant to speak, and pursed his lips.

Zhou Xing let go of his hand after he stood firm, and asked calmly, "What happened between you and Zhou Xingchen?"

"I heard everything you said that day." Xie Cang touched his arm. There was a wound here that he had been bitten by a monster not long ago. It didn't seem to be getting better and it had even become a little more serious.

Zhou Xing took a glance and handed him a bottle of medicine.

“Thank you.” Xie Cang took the medicine and said as he applied it, “Actually, I’m not the Xie Cang that Zhou Xingchen is looking for.”