Our goal is to save the world

"Brother Jing is really powerful. This formation has been hung on the wall for more than a year and no one has seen the problem. You can see the problem at a glance. It's really amazing. The array is ingenious. I just don’t know, if it’s in a place with lush plants, will this kind of spirit stone be embedded in the plants, will it also work?” Lin Shizi beat around the bush, and after all, he still wanted to ask what is suitable for them in the city of the Wood Clan. Array.

Jing Ran looked tired, his already pale face was covered with a layer of darkness, he didn't care to listen to Lin Shizi's rambling words, his ears buzzed, his eyes dimmed, his body swayed, and he almost fell down.

Nie Song hurriedly supported Jing Lingran, barely supporting him, and sneered, "That's not enough? But can't you survive after simulating a formation?"

Jing Ziran opened his mouth to say something, but bent his body and coughed fiercely, one after another, hoarse and exhausted, which made people's chest tight.

Jing Ziran coughed but tilted his head to look at Lin Shizi.Lin Shizi heard that he was terribly coughing, he was afraid that he was suffering from tuberculosis, so he didn't dare to go forward, but instead looked at Jing Ziran.

Nie Song sneered, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve for a long time, took out a handkerchief and handed it to Jing Ziran.

Jing solitary covered his mouth, and the handkerchief was immediately soaked with blood.

Only then did Lin Shizi realize that just now Jing Ziran just wanted to ask him for a handkerchief.

"I can't do it? I'm going to die?" Nie Song shook Jing Jingran, and seeing that Jing Jingran couldn't stand up by himself, he said, "Well, I don't have the strength to argue, this is really a dead end."

Jing Lingran took a while to stop, wiped off the blood on his lips and fingertips with a handkerchief, and returned the handkerchief to Nie Song, "Thank you."

Nie Song passed it to Wushuang and ordered, "Hide it."

Wushuang put the blood-stained handkerchief into his body pocket.

Lin Shizi looked horrified, wondering what little Nie Song was doing with that bloody handkerchief.But seeing Jing Jiran stopped coughing, he took two steps forward and asked, "Brother Jing, are you feeling better? My Mu clan is good at herbal medicine, so I bring it with me..."

"No need." Jing Ziran cut off Lin Shizi's words in a cold voice.

Nie Song mocked: "Even if you bring your Mu Clan's Resurrection Pill, Mr. Jing won't look at you."

Lin Shizi was so embarrassed that his face flushed red.

Nie Song continued: "I advise you to put away that kind of thinking. Even if he is soft-hearted and wants to help you design a few formations, Yang Zhi will not allow him to work hard. Don't think that Yang Zhi looks easy to talk on the surface, but in fact he looks at the scenery. The eldest son is more careful than eyeballs. Don't think about it. You might as well please me, maybe I can give you some advice, and you will benefit for the rest of your life."

Lin Shizi gritted his teeth secretly, and said, "So, thank you little brother."

"Forget it, you're not sincere. Don't regret it in the future, it's useless." Nie Song raised his eyebrows, it really made people want to beat him up.

Yang Zhi finished adjusting the position of the fire spar on the city wall, and came back stepping on lightness kung fu. When he got close, he asked directly, "Qilan, are you vomiting blood again? I saw you coughing again from a long distance."

Jing Ziran shook his head expressionlessly.

Yang Zhi obviously didn't believe it, so he took out a handkerchief from Jing Ziran's sleeve to see if there was any blood on it.

Lin Shizi got close, just in time to see the word "Dragon Dance" embroidered on the handkerchief. The characters are slender and beautiful, and it should be embroidered by a woman.

Yang Zhi turned to Nie Song again.Without waiting for him to speak, Nie Song took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and waved it in front of Yang Zhi's eyes, saying, "Your Majesty Yang is satisfied, do you want to check our underwear?"

Yang Zhi chuckled and said, "Don't be annoyed, it's fine if you don't have one, you keep it from me every time."

It was only then that Lin Shizi realized that Jing Ziran wanted to ask him for a handkerchief just now, and the deep meaning of Nie Song hiding the handkerchief on Wushuang's body.

Like a ghost, Jing Qiran wobbled around to Yang Zhi's other side, took back his handkerchief from his hand, folded it and put it back in his sleeve.

"It's not like I won't pay you back." Yang Zhi said with a smile.

Jing Ziran gave him a cold look, as if to say, you won't pay me back.

Qiu Lufeng repeatedly sent people to urge him, and after a short while, the limousine car sent by Si Bin arrived, Lin Shizi gave way and let Jing Xunran and others get on first.

Jing Xunran and the others were not too polite, Yang Zhi was already in the car when he was still pushing back with Lin Shizi.Yang Zhi couldn't say anything more, he helped Lin Shizi get into the car, and he got into the car last, sitting leaning on the outermost side.Jing Ziran moved around, tilted his head on Yang Zhi's back, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

Lin Shizi held back his anger in his heart—it was hard for him to say anything when Jing Ziran got into the car, but the little boy named Nie Song actually led that fool and trickster Wushuang into the car as well.The ceremonial car was transparent on all sides. After entering the city, the common people saw Wu Shuang sitting in the car and talked about it.

This face is so embarrassing, Lin Shizi gritted his teeth secretly, thinking that his father must have skinned him when this matter was reported to the Mu clan.But things have come to this point, just thinking of being able to win over Jing Xunran and Yang Zhi, and bringing them back to the Mu Clan is considered a great achievement.

The journey was very difficult, the common people gathered around the car, and there were children sitting on the shoulders of adults stretching out their hands in the car, all wanting to touch Wushuang.

Nie Song propped his chin, as if he didn't think it was messy enough, he said with a smile, "Wu Shuang, wave your hand."

Wushuang stood up and waved to the people outside the car.

The people cheered thunderously, and some even threw fruit into the car.

"Nie Song, don't do this!" Yang Zhi frowned, and shouted loudly, "Wu Shuang! Sit down!"

"It's boring." Nie Song smiled, but his eyes returned to Lin Shizi, and he said intentionally, "Doesn't Shizi like excitement?"

"I like it." Lin Shizi gritted his teeth.

"Lin Xicheng from the Mu Clan is nothing more than that, he can't bear the responsibility." Nie Song said with a smile.

Lin Shizi didn't react for a while, and it took a while to understand that Nie Song, a little boy who was only ten years old, dared to say so blatantly that he was overwhelmed with responsibility. He was furious for a while, but it was impossible to explode immediately.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Yang Zhi turned around and scolded impatiently.But when he moved, Jing Ling's body tilted, and he said coldly, "Don't move."

Lin Shizi's face was pale with anger, his fists were clenched tightly, his back was stiff, but he still didn't say a word. He looked at the palace a hundred meters away with bad eyes, thinking that the ceremonial car would arrive at the gate of the palace immediately and separate from this kid. .

But Nie Song leaned over to Lin Shizi, "It's a pity, it's a pity. You are not a good leader. There is no possibility of hegemony in the Mu clan for a hundred years."

"What do you mean!" Lin Shizi finally couldn't help it, and asked.

Nie Song smiled and wanted to say something more but was kicked by Yang Zhi.

"It's not over!" Yang Zhi growled, his eyebrows raised.

Lin Shizi was stunned, it was the first time he saw Yang Zhi showing an angry face, he really looked a bit heroic.Jing Qiran sat quietly on the side, looking at him with pity.

"You really kicked!" Nie Song fell into Wushuang's arms, and he simply didn't get up, but he was not annoyed, he was still smiling.

"My lord, don't take children's words seriously." Yang Zhi cupped his hands.

"It's okay." Lin Shizi gritted his teeth and restored his smile, and said, "The child is naughty, it's okay, I won't take it to heart."

Nie Song was still grinning, but ignored Lin Shizi, and leaned over beside Jing Lingran and spoke in a low voice.

Jing Lingran's expression was indifferent, and he didn't reply a single sentence after listening to ten sentences.

The ceremonial carriage slowly arrived at the gate of the palace, Si Bin stood beside the carriage and asked Lin Shizi to get off the carriage.

Si Bin is a smiling middle-aged man with a round face and an amiable smile.Seeing that Lin Shizi and his party were strange, they never asked any more questions. They even flattered and flattered Lin Shizi and asked, "My lord, are all these friends going to enter the palace with you?"

Lin Shizi hesitated, asking him to bring someone like Wushuang into the palace, he really stepped on the dignity of the Mu clan.

"Wu Shuang stay here and wait." Nie Song said directly, "The three of us will enter the palace."

Si Bin looked at Lin Shizi with a smile: "Shizi?"

Lin Shizi nodded helplessly.

Si Bin apologized and invited the four of them into the hall.

Layers upon layers of palace doors were opened wide, red carpets paved the way, and attendants reported in multiple voices.

Lin Shizi straightened his clothes and walked in with his head held high.

"Shizi Lin of the Mu clan and three friends have an audience with the Fire King." Si Bin sang loudly in person outside the main hall.

Lin Shizi stepped into the main hall, knelt down on one knee and said: "The son of the Mu clan pays homage to the King of Fire. May the two clans of Huo and Mu be friendly forever."

"Get up...why don't you kneel!" Fire King wanted to call Shizi Lin up lazily, but suddenly saw that the three people behind Shizi Lin didn't kneel at all, "Come here! Who doesn't understand the rules..."

"Wait." A woman's voice came from behind the curtain behind Fire King, "Your Majesty, don't you recognize me?"

The corner of Fire King's mouth twitched, a slovenly man, a sick tuberculosis, or a brat, which one should he recognize?

The woman lifted the curtain with her bare hands, walked down the golden steps, bowed gracefully, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Jing, long time no see."

"Ayan, long time no see." Jing Ziran smiled slightly, her amber eyes shining brightly.

A gentleman is modest and colorful.

But this brilliance disappeared in an instant, as if it was just an illusion of everyone.