Chapter 111： Three people meet

Behind Xu Xingzhi, Jiuzhi’s lamp has already been bloody, and two thousand dead souls have accumulated 13 years of hatred. At this moment, they will flood out and will Unprepared, more than a hundred magical disciples rushed into the blood of the ground meat.

In the middle of Sichuan, the sound of a loud knife was also heard.

When Zhou Yunlie surrendered to the magic road, most of the disciples of Tianchuan were preserved. After that, they came from a group and escaped a batch. There were still 1,500 people who had gathered together, and they were holding a personal shelf and being newly transferred. The jokes of the disciples are the soft-spoken eggs. They also hang their eyelids and sneer at the outside, as if the eyelids are their last fig leaf.

Both choices are lingering, and dignity is a luxury.

However, just today, Zhou Beinan suddenly broke into Sichuan, and it was a big trouble for the day. The whole Ying Tianchuan was confusingly discolored, and the heart of the lake was stirred up by some of the waves.

In the middle of the night, an uninvited guest sneaked into the sheepfold of the imprisoned sheep, and even the group of wolves had not been alarmed and brought another person's name.

Fengling Xu Xingzhi.

Xu Xingzhi, the leader of the new generation of disciples, he won the first place in Tianbang, just in Yingtianchuan. Almost all of the Tianchuan disciples remembered his white clothes, bamboo fracture fans, and hearty breeze. A big smile.

Just hearing the name is enough to remind a group of people of their distant, still-conscious age.

The character of the Jiuzhi lamp has always been far away, and he has thought of the leader. He knows that people can't stand the temptation, so they will never be free to send people to test their loyalty. What's more, the person who informs the news is a familiar face, or Meng Zhongguang, who is the easiest to make a joke with the word "Xu Xingzhi".

After Meng Zhongguang clarified the situation succinctly, he stood still and waited for their reaction.

After a long while, a group of beautiful and handsome disciples staggered from the flock, smeared a face and spit out a low-key that did not match his appearance: "...mama."

Pulling out the words like this cold nail, he turned and walked to the front door, slamming the closed door: "Come, come!"

Someone's throat was hung in the place, and he looked back and forth between him and Meng Zhongguang, lest he was going to sue to inform the murderer of this surname Meng.

Meng Zhongguang did not move, and stood still by the wall. He only remembered one person in his heart, and did not put the 1,500 sheep banned in front of him in his eyes.

If he wants, just one night, he can kill Ying Tianchuan without leaving one to breathe.

However, he did not want to spend his time on such boring things. He just wanted to finish the matter here as soon as possible and return to his brother.

Even if he thought of the nine lights, he would look at his brother, and he would tickle his nails, and he could not wait to dig the eyes of the man.

The magical disciples who stayed outside the door had twenty people. Unexplainedly, it was very irritating to see the fireworks in the sky. The knocking on the door behind them even provoked them to fire.

The disciple who was closest to the door opened the door of the temple and yelled: "What are you knocking? Call the dead ghost!"

The voice did not fall, his waist sword was taken arbitrarily by the disciple, and the backhand was cut. The skull immediately slammed out the wind chimes and flew out. This rushed six words made his last words.

This sword cuts the knot that grew up in the hearts of the disciples of the Tianchuan people for thirteen years, and splattered the blood that had been fortunate for 13 years and almost turned into dark pus.

Fortunately, there is still some heat in the blood, warm wine can be embarrassed.

With a skull made up, the disciples who were confiscated with weapons took out the prisoners one after another, and the guards of the 20 people were instantly washed away by them.

There was a magical disciple who took out the fireworks and panicked and tried to pull it. However, the oncoming Ying Tianchuan disciple took over and used the tiles to slam into his chest. The teeth fired the fireworks in the winter sky. I had a June snow for themselves.

Xu Xingzhi used a single-handed horse to disturb the outer part of Yingtianchuan, and straightened the blade to the eyes of Jiuzhi. Coupled with more than a thousand quickly maddened Ying Tianchuan disciples and more than two thousand displaced ghosts, they have greatly overwhelmed those confusing disciples.

In the distance, it is the darkness of the forest, and the near is the pressure of the collision. It should be seen in the eyes of Tianchuan.

However, at this time, Xu Xingzhi's hand was shaking.

He will smash the volley on his shoulders, turning it into a sword, pointing to the girl's throat, the sword body is quenched with fire, and a spurt, the snow flakes fall between the two, like Xu Xingzhi's burning fire.

Standing on the ladder is the Jiuzhi lamp or Xu Wutong. He is so scared that he can't tell.

The two clearly have no similarities, but they are generally cold and clean, and they are like landscape paintings without construction pens.

Jiuzhi Deng meets the tip of the sword and slowly takes a step: "Brother."

Xu Xingzhi only felt a splitting headache: "You shut up! Don't call me that way!"

Jiuzhi Lan did not pay attention to his swearing words, Weng smiled and said: "It’s cold in the wild. I called Wen Xuechen to bring you clothes. Did the brothers receive it?"

He looked at Xu Xiaotong's face and said such a thing, stabbing Xu Xing's eyes and ears hurt and hurt.

The baby that he held in his palm is clearly a monster, but he has been petting for so many years, so he said that he can put it down and put it down.

His breath is tremble: "Nine lights..."

Nine lights broke him: "... brother, call me Wutong."

Xu Xingzhi closed his eyes in pain and felt that the name was like a curse.

Jiuzhi lamp once again stepped down the ladder, did not hide, and walked slowly against the flames of a sword.

"The name of Jiuzhi Lan does not like the brothers, I will not call it." The cold girl's eyes are brightened by the fire, and the tone is almost flattering. "Xu Wutong, or something else, as long as the brothers like it, as long as it is called me, anything can be ""

Xu Xing did not say a word, only secretly clenched his teeth, and swallowed his heartbroken vibrato.

Perceived the change of Xu Xingzhi's look, Jiuzhi Lan asked softly: "Senior brother, are you sad?"

He could not wait for Xu Xingzhi's answer, so he continued to talk.

"...Senior brother, don't be too uncomfortable, think about our thirteen years." The nine lights are whispering, and no one can imagine that such a cold face that separates the world will be used. The tone of the humanized spring speaks. "The brothers have done a lot of things that I didn't even dare to think about before. You used to take me to climb the mountain to swim in the lake, and work with me to make bait, fishing, and fishing for a whole day; After catching the fish, the brothers set up a fire at the lake. I can't eat fish, but I ate all the fish that day."

Xu Xingzhi also remembered that time.

After Xu Weitong ate fish at the lake, he fell ill at night and got a rash. The high fever did not retreat. He kept her at the bedside for two days and two nights, and at night he simply fell asleep on her bed. She is hot again and no one cares.

However, at this time, all the good things turned into the poison of the intestines, forcing Xu Xing to have no way to escape. He could only try to open up a path by hand, so as to liberate his own heart that would collapse: "I am with Wutong..."

Nine branches of light: "I am Wutong. I am everyone you know."

Said, the girl lotus step is exquisite, and before the sword of Xu Xing, let the sword front not much, one inch and a lot of tightly tightened their throat.

"Brothers, people in the world are too confusing. They hear the truth, know that you are the world book host, and want to take your life. I have to hide you, no one will look at it. Moreover, if you remember the past There are a lot of pains in this thirteen years, how much anxiety, I don't want to think about it. So I want you to forget, completely, from beginning to end, don't remember."

This is a frank and undisguised one, but only makes Xu Xingzhi ridiculous. Although his sword tip is trembling, he has not retreated: "What do you think of me? What pets do you support?"

Nine branches of light simply said: "I regard the brothers as all."

“All?” Xu Xingzhi pressed him tightly. “So you created a totally false world and imprisoned me for thirteen years. Nine lights, what do you say about this?”

"My brother is really all for me." The girl had some smiles in her eyebrows. "The brother does not need to be anyone, it is my world."

He stepped forward and stepped forward. Xu Xingzhi’s cold and sweat came out, and he stepped back one step backwards, which made her soft throat avoid the fierce sword tip.

"Just like now, my brother wants my life, even if I take it." The girl continued to move forward step by step. "I said that the Jiuzhi lamp does not draw swords with the brothers."

Xu Xingzhi was forced to step backwards by a weak girl who seemed to have no strength in the hands of the chicken. However, he was unwilling to remove it in any case. He could not have imagined that if he slacked himself, he would end up again in the same year. Where to find him.

"... Why are the brothers not willing to start?" The nine lights seem to have seen through his mind, and asked softly, "Xu Xiaotong let you not go?"

Without the response of Xu Xingzhi, Jiuzhi Lamp raised his hand and his finger slipped from the tip of his nose, slowly drawing a high and beautiful curvature: "...So that?"

... appeared in front of Xu Xingzhi, it is Xu Sanqiu's Zhang Ci and gentle long smile.

Seeing Xu Xingzhi’s spurt of anger, the nine branches of light seemed to walk in a leisurely manner, aiming at his sword tip, changing his face in a round, from his "friends" to his "four neighbors", and then To his "nearby girls" who had been acquainted with him, the playful attitude step by step to stimulate Xu Xingzhi to tremble.

He hasn't been angry for a long time, and now he feels **** and full of limbs and straightforward, almost strange.

But the instinct tells him that only the blood in the body of the person in front can quell this kind of incitement.

When they touched the **** eyes of Xu Xing, the nine branches of lights finally revealed a sense of relief.

There are no other people now. He only has one person in Xu’s eyes, so he does not have to worry about the future of the magic. He can put down all the burdens and do what he wants to do many years ago.

- Instead of letting the brothers think that he personally killed his own relatives and friends in the past 13 years, it is better to show him face to face at this time, to sever his hope, to make him crazy, and to let him die. The nine lights of the redemption died here.

... can kill nine lights, only one of Xu Xing.

If he can't hold his brother anymore, he can die in the hands of his brother. That is also very good.

"That... what?"

When Xu Xingzhi’s mood has fluctuated like tides, he took the time and slowly developed his own truth.

However, in the eyes of Xu Xingzhi, when the red color became thicker, the thin edge of the light flashing in the sky called the nine lights to change color, and he also forcibly pulled out from the dreams of heaven and earth and the two.

He slammed into the air, and a horrible pressure pushed him down. Even Xu Xingzhi, who was always alert to his shot, failed to anticipate this strong impact. The two feet flew backwards for a few steps. Reluctantly stabilized the figure.

Fortunately, Meng Chongguang is also an extraordinary product. He met the spirit of this savage, and suddenly he found Xu Xingzhi with a pair of eyes. He found that he was harmless, and his heart was stabilized. When he turned to the nine lights, he warmed. The intention is faded, and a pair of eyes immediately turn into raw meat for food and grow like a beast in the forest: "... nine lights!"

Jiuzhi Lan sneer: "Meng Shidi, don't come innocent."

"Meng Shidi" is called Meng Zhongguang, remembering that when he was with his classmates in the past, his anger increased and his mouth was calm, but he also had an infinite irony: "Jiuzhiguang brother, you have made this Do you dare to meet your brother?"

Looking at Meng Zhongguang’s eyes, Jiuzhi’s eyes are like looking at a nail in the eye. The color of death in the eye gradually fades away, revealing a pair of thin red and transparent eyes: “Why don’t I dare?”

"You have confined your brother for thirteen years, and now you have a face..."

"Prison?"

Listening to the tone of the nine lights, Xu Xing suddenly felt a little bad.

I haven't seen it for many years. The Jiuzhi lamp has already learned the essence of the smile, and the eyes are shallow and squeaky. "When you are not here, I am in a different situation with my brother, but it is very good."

The author has something to say: The light is about the brains of the brothers in the thirteen years of the world: the fight against death, the torture, and the unyielding.

The facts are: a good life, a brother and sister (distress?), deep love, 鹣鲽 (??) love.

Light sister: crying.jpg