[Thunderbolt][鷇梦] Qin Xiao and Ming

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Luofu Mountain.

Yinzi held a whisk in one hand and a sword in the other. He was in the yellow sand, but no sand came close to him. He locked his eyebrows tightly and shouted in a low voice, "Back off, you may still die."

The formation in front of me is not difficult to break, even if the memory is damaged, Wu Mengsheng can draw a conclusion after a glance——

This is just a half-baked trap, and I don't know where this group of people imitated it, but it's just a picture of a gourd.

How could something of this level threaten Yinzi?

Without realizing where this inexplicable confidence came from, Wu Mengsheng was about to speak when he saw the person in front of him move.

But seeing Yinzi fly up the dust and sweep with his sword together, his breath pierces through the cracks in Changhong Kuangsha in an instant, followed by several mournful wailings, accompanied by a bloody air rushing towards his face through the dust and sand.

Yin Yinzi no longer bothered to talk too much, and stepped forward, walking calmly, while the rumbling sound in the mountain became louder.

A bad premonition filled his heart, Wu Mengsheng turned around in the qin, barely resisted the fluctuation of spiritual power, floated out from the qin and became a real entity, and reached out to grab Yinzi's cold wrist.

"stop!"

As soon as the words came out, Wu Mengsheng himself also paused, and he turned his head to look at Yinzi in a little surprise.

The fierce aura just now was gone, and now the light brown eyes were staring at him closely, waiting for his explanation with questioning eyes.

The sound of flying sand was still in his ears, but Wu Mengsheng turned a deaf ear to it, he lowered his head, stared at the bony wrist under his palm and froze——

The wrist trembled slightly, it was not as firm and ruthless as it was when it made the move, it seemed to be hesitating and struggling for something...

In a trance, the distant memory overlapped with the current scene, and he suddenly remembered that once, in the mist, he had grabbed this wrist like this.At that time, the owner of the wrist was also frowning, with tears still on his childish face, and the same madness in his eyes as now, also disappeared like ice and snow the moment Wu Mengsheng looked at the past, and then disappeared. What emerged was this kind of questioning look, as if silently asking him what's wrong, and then quietly waiting for his answer.

Simply, they are like two different people.

Recalling these moments, followed by a burst of dizziness.

Wu Mengsheng just wanted to secretly support Yinzi's arm to borrow strength, but unexpectedly, he was caught by the other party's hand and took his whole body weight.

"I..." Wu Mengsheng regained his composure, decisively raised his hand and waved Feng Yinzi's arm away, avoiding his sight, then tugged on Feng Yinzi's sleeve and said, "Let's go."

The implication is naturally to let go of these ordinary people who are overwhelmed.

Wu Mengsheng thought that he would have to make a fuss, but he didn't expect that Yinzi didn't make any excuses. He just raised his hand to put away the whisk and sword, and leaned over slightly.

"it is good."

"What are you doing--" The sudden closeness made Wu Mengsheng want to back away, but then his feet were hanging in the air, and he pressed against a slightly cool chest--

He was actually hugged by Yinzi.

This pose...

"Let go."

Wu Mengsheng frowned, and subconsciously struggled to get down from the hug.

I heard Yinzi's voice from above, "Don't move."

Just like the first meeting on the top of the mountain before, the cold and self-righteous command tone made Wu Mengsheng unhappy again.However, Wu Mengsheng, who wanted to continue to struggle, only felt that Yinzi's hoop was getting tighter. The force was so strong that his ribs hurt and he couldn't lift it up. He could only let Yinzi hold him and step on the gossip point. He rose from the ground and jumped down from the dusty mountainside.

Therefore, this formation is simply a display in front of Yinzi.

Wu Mengsheng curled up in Yinzi's arms, feeling the airflow around him and the familiar feeling of falling weightlessness. At the same time, it seemed that because of something missing, he was about to be out of breath in the fast airflow, so he had to try his best to go behind him. The strong chest leans against the wind to breathe.

But the closer they get, the more the nostrils will be filled with the cold and domineering medicinal pill fragrance from this person.

Sniffing and sniffing, Wu Mengsheng became more and more familiar with the fragrance and bitterness of the medicine, and he didn't know if it was because of lack of oxygen. He only felt that his breathing was a little short, so he suddenly writhed uneasily, like a rabbit that was still in shock.

Amidst the whistling wind, he heard Yinzi's heartbeat skipped a beat, and then the warm and gentle force helped him cut through the turbulent flow around his body, allowing him to breathe smoothly.

Wumengsheng panted several times without a trace, and suppressed the inexplicable restlessness in his heart, just as if he was affected by the bitter medicine fragrance on Yinzi's body, he said with a little dissatisfaction, "Xiaoyinzi, do you like it?" Do you eat coptis?"

Yinzi was taken aback when he heard the words, raised his eyebrows slightly, and his tone carried a bit of self-deprecating sarcasm.

"Who would be willing to eat something bitter that can't be said?"

The taste in the words is probably more bitter than Coptis chinensis.

Wumeng raised his eyebrows, and swallowed the sarcasm he was about to say, "It's not good, Coptis chinensis is bitter and cold, and eating too much can hurt the spleen and stomach. By the way, why did those people come to you?"

"Hundreds of infants were killed for the Coffin Sacrifice, but there are more mobs who are just making trouble and wanting to make a name for themselves. Don't worry about it."

After Xie Yinziyu, he had already settled down with no dream, "Follow me to Liuli Wonderland, your symptoms may only be cured by Master."

time city.

Su Zhenzhen hooked the teacup with a gilded border with his hand, drank the black tea in the cup, looked up at the city lord and smiled.

"If there is nothing else, Sumou won't bother me any more. I think it won't be long before Yinzi will come back. Since he went down the mountain, he has never returned to Liuli Wonderland to visit him as a teacher."

"Hehe," the city lord raised his eyebrows, looked at Su Zhenzhen coldly and said, "If I were him, I wouldn't want to come back to visit a master who manipulated his disciples in different ways, and I suddenly understood why you have such a bunch of people. I'm an apprentice, but you're actually—lazy, aren't you?"

"Hey, the words of the city lord are different, making tea is also very tiring."

"The one who is tired is also Qu Shitu."

In front of discerning people, haha ​​loses its meaning.

Su Zhenzhen put down his teacup. It was rare for him to restrain his "unseriousness" towards the city lord, and he said to himself, "I am too deep in the world, and I think I can see things clearly. In fact, I just don't know Lushan in it. And stay away from it." As far as the world is concerned, if you look at the overall situation, most of them are just talking on paper, and what you do is just scratching your head."

"So? That's the reason why you just sit down and drink tea and ignore your picks even though you have the talents of the world?"

"No," Su Zhenzhen shook his head, and said again, "How can you and I, who have experienced countless troubled times, still maintain the heart of a child? Generations change, and if you watch too much, you will get used to it. Humans are all hearts. A lazy way of thinking and living."

"Oh? Did you understand, anyway, I was right in the end, you are just lazy."

"Ha, well, let's say goodbye."

"Drink the year, see off the guests."