Chapter 3： Unsuccessful

Xu Xingzhi: "..."

Thinking of what was behind him was Meng Zhongguang, Xu Xingzhi only felt that the spine and the back of the head were cold.

The most important thing is that, in the case of Meng Zhongguang, he did not know how to pick it up.

First, these people obviously know Xu Xingzhi, and he does not know what the real Xu Xingzhi looks like in front of this group of people.

Secondly, Xu Xingzhi was not clear about the grievances between Meng Zhongguang and Xu Xingzhi.

According to the truth, Meng Zhongguang is a teacher, and indirectly, Xu Xingzhi was driven out of Xianmen. Xu Xingzhi should hate Meng Zhongguang.

The rescue of Xu Xingzhi in the cold spot is a slap gun.

When he hesitated to answer, a cold and sharp light swept past, and the tip of the gun pointed straight to Xu Xingzhi's chest.

Xu Xingzhi unconsciously raised his hands and stepped back, blurting out: "...oh."

When the words were exported, he regretted it a bit.

When he is still Xu Ping, there will always be some unreasonable slogans. If Xu Xingzhi is not his broken mouth personality, he may have already appeared.

A few flashes, Xu Xingzhi suddenly heard a bang.

- The ghost gun was broken by the waist in front of Xu Xingzhi.

The tip of the gun is turned to the sky, the handle of the gun is cracked, and the broken part reveals the hard palate of the white.

Meng Zhongguang’s left hand was smashing at the crack of the gun body. The eyes were not blinking for a moment, and the young man with the gun was stabbed. The tone could not hear any special emotions: “... Zhou Beinan, retreat.”

The young man named Zhou Beinan took the gun and did not retreat.

The threat was useless, and Meng Zhongguang was no longer merciless. He folded the gunpoint of the broken gun and returned to Zhoubei Nantou.

Zhou Beinan immediately disappeared, but it was actually smashed on the neck side, and blood suddenly poured out.

. . . Ghost slaves who are manipulated by ghosts, they can't be hurt by ordinary sects. Only the treasures held by ghost soldiers can damage the shell of ghosts.

The gun tip fell into the big rock behind him, and the giant rock exploded like a tofu.

Meng Zhongguang’s voice is heavy: "... don’t take this thing to your brother."

Zhou Beinan had no fear, and his palm turned, turning the broken gun gun handle over, pulling Xu Xingzhi's chin and asking Meng Zhongguang: "This is really Xu Xingzhi? Do you believe it?"

He turned to everyone again: "...Do you all believe?"

No one responded to Xu Xingzhi’s opinion. The scene was a bit cold, and he raised his hand in a brazen manner: “I believe.”

Zhou Beinan smiled coldly: "You? Are you afraid of the corpse under the nine lights?"

In the present world, Xu Xingzhi has read countless books, and he has seen the record of "waking up the body" in a collection of singular monsters.

"Wake up the body" is a monster that has been transformed from a dead body. Its appearance, words and deeds are the same as ordinary people. They can even think, live and eat like a living person, but the emotions of the corpse are lost, love is not divided, Black and white upside down, dark and difficult to distinguish, hot and cold upside down, will act according to the owner's orders and control.

There was not much nonsense in Zhoubei, and the handle was withdrawn. The left hand gathered a group of wildfires and went straight to the face of Xu Xing.

The fire suddenly stopped just three inches before the eyes of Xu Xing.

The wildfire is chilly, but it doesn't burn people, but the chill that goes deep into the bones is still called a layer of frost directly on Xu Xing's face.

In order to maintain the image of the original Xu Xingzhi who was almost ruined by himself, Xu Xingzhi was quite closed and did not close his eyes, and watched his face lashes form a frosty snow.

With the burning of the wildfire, Zhou Beinan’s original look was shaken.

It stands to reason that the real waking body will mistake such a cold flame as a hot fire, and instinctively fear to avoid it.

He stared at Xu Xingzhi incredulously: "How is it possible?... Are you not awake?"

Xu Xingzhi is speechless.

He carried his hands, unpredictable but imaginatively watching Zhou Beinan.

Zhou Beinan waved his hand, and the ghosts turned into thousands of blue rushing fires, dissipating away.

However, he still has doubts on his face. He said to Meng Zhongguang: "...you took out his treasure. I will match him and know if he is true or not."

Xu Xingzhi had to remind him: "I am now the mortal body."

Zhou Beinan naturally does not believe: "You mean that you were pulled out of the root?"

Xu Xingzhi is neither sure nor denied.

Zhou Beinan smiled coldly: "Impossible, as far as I know, no one who has been removed from the roots can live."

Xu Xingzhi said: "That is what you know."

Zhou Beinan no longer talked to him nonsense, and he was trying to grab his arm.

Before Zhou Beinan met himself, Xu Xingzhi’s right hand wrist was captured by Meng Zhongguang and grabbed it.

The strength of the road, Xu Xingzhi almost was dragged by him.

He blocked Xu Xingzhi behind him, and there was a terrible cold air in his voice: "If he wakes up, he dares to use his brother's face. I will kill him when I first met him."

Xu Xingzhi: "..."

He touched his cold neck and thought, who the teacher was, was really rude.

He kindly took him home, he actually wanted to kill himself.

But think about the purpose of his trip, Xu Xingzhi shut up.

... Anyway, I am not a good bird. Why do crows laugh at pig black?

Meng Zhongguang paused and continued: "The brother he really lost his mana. I tried it on the way. The spirit of his body has been stagnant for a long time, and there is no spiritual flow."

After all, he turned his face and the voice instantly became soft: "...senior brother, but what?"

If you don't have to play the master who has been pitted by him, if you don't know that the person in front of you is a savage demon, if you don't come to kill him, Xu Xingzhi will think that this child looks pretty cute.

Xu Xingzhi resisted the urge to touch his head, don't look away.

Meng Zhongguang also felt his resistance, and the dawn faded, and he lost like a puppy who had never been touched by his master.

Zhou Beinan seems to believe something, but the suspicion still exists: "Do you believe that he is not pretending to be a person?"

Bonegirls can't stand it anymore: "Dr. Zhou..."

Zhou Beinan thought for a moment, and the brow was a pick, as if he had thought of a perfect verification method.

Xu Xingzhi noticed his change of expression, and he began to concentrate and prepare for his next problem.

Zhou Beinan said: "...you have grown up to a dozen nicknames since you were young. As long as you can say three, I will believe that you are Xu Xingzhi."

Xu Xingzhi: "..."

... from the nickname, but also a dozen horses.

Xu Xingzhi felt that the original owner did not seem to be a serious brother.

However, after Xu Xingzhi's memory fragment verification, the original master has really done such a boring thing.

There are four Xianshan Fudi in the Zhengdao, Xu Xingzhi and Meng Chongguang are disciples of Fenglingshan. Zhoubeinan is the son of the Tianchuan Island, and the other two Xianshan Fudi are Danyang Peak and Qingliang Valley.

The original master's memory is extremely fragmented. Xu Xingzhi can only see from some messy fragments. As long as the original master and Zhou Beinan face each other, they will squash each other and beat each other. The relationship is very bad. It is only a dozen of them. A nickname to highlight the special status of Zhou Beinan in his mind.

Xu Xingzhi paused for a long while, and smoothly pulled out a nickname from the memory debris: "North and North."

Zhou Beinan: "..."

Xu Xingzhi: "Pumpkin."

Zhou Beinan: "..."

Xu Xingzhi: "Ah, there are weeks of fat."

Zhou Beinan couldn't bear it: "... Shut up!"

The two-knife girl snorted out.

Zhou Beinan’s face couldn’t be hanged, and he turned back and said: “What are you laughing at? Is there anything funny?”

The girl is not afraid at all: "Hey, I can understand the first two, but ‘week fat...’”

Xu Xingzhi explored a head from Meng Zhongguang and explained it in good faith: "Because he had more than 150 kilograms when he was 11 years old."

Zhou north-south red in the face, the hands of only half of the pistol fell to the ground: "...... Xu line of, you do not want a beating."

Xu Xingzhi was very shameless to hide behind Meng Zhongguang and pretend to die.

During the conversation, a black shadow ran from a distance.

... is the ghost face youth who just stood on the cliff.

Xu Xingzhi has not yet responded, and the young man has slammed into his arms. The voice is actually crying: "Xu Shixiong!"

The young man was really short, only to the position of Xu Xingzhi's chin. The second half of his face, which was not covered by the horrible iron face, was clear and white. At first glance, he thought it was a child.

Xu Xingzhi was held by him. In the principle of not being able to name himself, he raised his hand and touched his hair: "...well, it is me."

The young man looked up, and the pair of coixers behind the mask were pale blue, round and sleek, like a young fox: "Xu Shixiong, 13 years have not seen, where have you been?"

Xu Xingzhi smiled.

Wait a moment, let me edit it.

But he hasn't compiled it yet, and the young man has been pulled out of his arms by Zhou Beinan.

I don't know if it is the illusion of Xu Xingzhi. Zhou Beinan's face seems to be more ugly than before. He pointed to the ghost who had just been broken by Meng Zhongguang on the ground, and he was indifferent to the youth: "... fix it."

The ghost face youth struggled: "The brother is still here, I have to ask the brother first..."

After Zhou Beinan swept Meng Zhongguang with his eyes, he pulled the iron face youth away: "Now you can't talk to him."

The iron face youth seems to understand something, and he closed his mouth.

Meng Zhongguang also greeted everyone, grabbed Xu Xingzhi’s right wrist and walked straight into the tower.

Xu Xingzhi’s desire to break him, but he couldn’t help but be dragged into the dog.

In a hurry, Xu Xingzhi looked back and found that the bone girl who had just treated the burns for Meng Zhongguang was staring at herself.

When Xu Xingzhi looked back at her, she bowed her head in a hurry and turned away.

She had a straight hair and a waistband on her hair, and as she left, she flew like a wave.

When the two entered the tower, the double-knife girl came to the ghost face youth, curiously asked: "Large brother, that is what you often say Xu brother?"

The ghost face youth is playing with the broken ghost gun, and he is not happy: "Yes."

The double-knife girl caught a short haircut that was cut in a mess: "How do I think he is frivolous?"

The ghost face youth said: "Although Xu Shixiong said that there are some Menglang, it is the best person in the world."

Wen Yan, Zhou Beinan turned a blank eye: "Oh."

The ghost face youth turned to Zhou Beinan and complained: "What are you laughing at? You still laugh! Do you know how much fine it takes to repair the ghost soldiers? Do you love to use it?"

Zhou Beinan: "...walking."

Subsequently, Zhou Beinan turned to the double-knife girl and asked: "Awang, Qu Chi and Tao Leisure?"

Zhou Wang replied: "I heard that some Lingshi were found in the mountains in the south. They went to find the Lingshi, and they will come back around midnight."

Zhou Bei Nan Xisi for a moment, pulled over Zhou Wang, seriously said: "How can you help me?"

Zhou Wang attached the ear to the past, Zhou Beinan had such a confession to her.

The ghost face youth on the side looked up: "Zhou Beinan, do you still suspect Xu Shixiong?"

Zhou Beinan: "...I talk to Awang, what do you listen to?"

Ghost face youth angrily said: "You are my ghost slave, your eyes are my eyes, your ears are my ears, do you think I want to hear?"

Zhou Beinan was helpless, and he was open and honest: "Thirteen years have disappeared. He suddenly appeared out of Xu Xingzhi. I don't believe that he has no purpose. Don't forget, Jiuzhi Lan always wanted to kill us!"

He said, he looked at the bronze iron gate of the tower, and sighed coldly: "...especially Meng Zhongguang, who lived in the wild for 13 years and did not die, I am afraid that the heart of that person has long been a big problem!" ”

Inside the tower.

Different from the bleak and desolate outside the tower, the tower is beautiful and quiet, and even a living water passes through the tower. There are flowing stones, painting walls, and static shadows sinking between the walls and the mist is smog.

If Xu Xingzhi walked into a paradise, he was the savage fisherman.

Meng Zhongguang waved gently, and a bamboo pole facing the door opened.

He introduced Xu Xingzhi, in which the tables and chairs were fully equipped, and even the beads were decorated with discs.

Meng Zhongguang whispered: "Senior brother, here is your room, I have already prepared for you. I should be placed in the same way as the object, but some things can’t be found in this wild land, you don’t want it. Angry, I will get it for my brother in the future."

Xu Xingzhi pretended to be indifferent: "Well."

Meng Zhongguang took Xu Xingzhi and sat down at the bedside, his eyes flashing with the same kind of light: "The brothers just touched Lu Yujiu, and now I touch my hair, okay?"

Very good, the ghost face youth called Lu Yujiu, the next time you meet, you don't have to scream for his name.

Xu Xingzhi thought so, not looking directly at Meng Zhongguang, nor answering his questions, only looking around.

This hope, Xu Xingzhi found a delicate bamboo fracture fan placed at the end of the bed, which looks quite mysterious.

Xu Xingzhi took it with his left hand and slowly unfolded the fan.

Eight books on the fan face: "When are you today, who are you?"

Withdrawal, "the first in the world, the wind and the Xu Xingzhi".

Xu Xingzhi: "..."

Meng Zhongguang, who had just been ignored, once again cleverly came together: "Brother, I have kept your treasure, you like it?"

Xu Xingzhi: "..."

He felt that the taste of the original Lord was a mystery.

Xu Xingzhi wanted to put the fan back in the same place, and the hand had just reached the bed. There was a vine that thundered out from the foot of the bed and tightly wrapped around Xu Xingzhi’s left wrist.

Xu Xingzhi’s horror: “What is this?”

Meng Zhongguang said with joy: "Brother, you are finally willing to talk to me."

Xu Xingzhi: "...well, I am talking to you, you let this thing go."

The rough vines did not let him go.

Meng Zhongguang asked with hope: "When the brothers came back from me, I didn't say it. The reason why I came here is to find me? I am here, the brothers should not go anywhere, but?"

Xu Xingzhi: "..."

Seeing Xu Xingzhi still saying nothing, Meng Zhongguang could not hide his disappointment and got up and said: "If the brothers really don't want to talk to me, I will wait a second."

Xu Xingzhi’s eyes saw that he really wanted to go, and he couldn’t help but sigh: “Let me go!”

Meng Zhongguang went to the door and was shocked by Xu Xingzhi’s break. When he turned back, there was tears in his eyes. "The brothers are patient for now. Everything I do now is for my brother. The waste is too dangerous. As long as the brothers stay in the light, they will be safe and sound. If you ask for the brothers, you will agree to the heavy light and stay."

Xu Xingzhi: "..."

If it is not that he is now bound to be unable to move, just look at the small expression of Meng Zhongguang, a defiant little expression, ten of the ten people will feel that the person who is tightly entangled by the vine is actually Meng Zhongguang.

Xu Xingzhi still holds a trace of remaining hope: "Let me go, I don't go anywhere."

Meng Zhongguang thought for a moment and asked: "Does the brothers not like vines?"

Xu Xingzhi nodded: ... "Well."

... vines are prone to insects, and Xu Xingzhi is afraid of worms to die.

Meng Zhongguang is reluctant to say: "...that's okay."

Soon, Meng Zhongguang once again cleared the door and left.

The life of Xu Xing couldn't fall in love with the bed, and the vines that had been wrapped around his left hand became a sturdy gold plaque, and the end was a splendid splendour.

He used a wooden hand to touch the dagger placed on his waist, very sad.

... Probably this is the so-called singer who died before he died.