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The arrival and departure of the three strangers seem to have nothing to do with the battlefield here, whether they are investigated or criticized, in the final analysis, it is just the opinion of an individual or an independent group, for the two monsters who are fighting, as well as Liang Ping and Su Huachen, the three of them are indeed irrelevant, but for Meng Nanxun, it is different. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

What can make one party have an indelible intersection with the other is only hatred, not to mention that for her, it is still a deep hatred. When Meng Nanxun was looking at this scene of storm, snow, thunder and lightning raging, he suddenly had an inexplicable stalk in his heart, like some kind of induction, and it was a bad induction. It was because of this bad feeling that the excitement in front of her had temporarily made her lose interest in watching, Meng Nanxun turned her head back and forth, and finally roughly pointed the direction to one place, thinking carefully in her mind about the possibility of bringing this unhappiness. After a short silence, her eyes widened with resentment.

"It's you again, the lackeys of the royal family. Don't let me meet again, or I won't let it go!" In her heart, she didn't know what vicious words to use to condemn them, because whenever she found their traces, she couldn't help but recall that the failure of one hundred and sixty years ago, at that time, her sisters had paid too much for that goal, and it was precisely because of the royal power like "soul" that they would fail in the end. "Wait, one day, you're all going to die!"

She gritted her teeth and said, increasing the force in her hand, Liang Ping was too seriously injured, and after this blow, he fainted directly. Su Huachen on the side was also nervously paralyzed, and his mind sank.

Su Huachen cheered up, opened a slit with those blurred eyes, and looked at the battlefield in the distance, where now all he could see was the red flames. For him, Su Huachen's heart has always been caring, although he is usually too strict, but he has been with him for so many years, except for Wen Zixiang and Ran Xinzi, only Yan Hai remains. Thinking of this, Su Huachen clearly saw that the monster with the head of the cow and the human body slowly and slowly changed back to the appearance he was familiar with, wearing animal skin clothes, walking over with a smile, putting his hands on his shoulders, and pushing himself into the ocean of memories.

In that ocean, Su Huachen floated up and down, feeling like he was about to drown. At this moment, under him, he touched the cold ground. His hands, instinctively grabbing to the sides, only got two handfuls of leaves. With a buzz in his mind, Su Huachen could finally open his eyes. But the first thing he saw was a patch of white, which flowed, a little damp, and when he inhaled it into his lungs, there was a kind of fragrance of wood, faintly mixed with the smell of rotting leaves.

It was the morning mist, lingering in the surrounding woods, so that now he couldn't tell where this was, Su Huachen slowly got up, and found that the injuries on his body had healed unconsciously, and his body felt a little relaxed. Dressed in blue-and-white coarse cloth clothes, he looked at his hands, the skin on which was white, firm, and full of vitality. It turned out that he had gone back to his childhood, but he didn't know exactly where it was.

There was a white mist all around, until somewhere behind him, there were a few angry curses, he turned his head, and saw several boys of the same age, seventeen or eighteen years old, holding sticks, and beckoning to Su Huachen's head. I don't know why, as soon as he saw these boys, he was very frightened, as if he had encountered a mosquito from a natural enemy, and fled in panic. Su Huachen casually picked a direction and ran desperately, while carefully recalling the identity of the boy chasing him behind him. Vaguely, he had a slight impression that he remembered that he had been bullied by the other party since he was a child. But after all, after so many years, looking back, the past is no longer remembered, their names have all been forgotten, and even their appearances, when Su Huachen turned back, they couldn't see clearly, no matter how close they were, their faces were always white, like this fog, covering each other's facial features.

"Su Huachen, where do you want to run, stop for me, and hand over the jade baht on your body, or I will break your legs!"

Su Huachen didn't know where they were making the sound, and as soon as this sentence came out, he broke out in a cold sweat and ran faster under his feet. Suddenly, he fell forward, and he stumbled on something on the ground, or a tree trunk, or a stone, or a ridge of the ground. Because he ran too fast, the whole person flew out and fell heavily to the ground. When he raised his head again, he found that he was lying on a dirt road five or six meters wide, not far from him, and on the side of the road, there was a half-person-high broken stone tablet obliquely, engraved with the words "Yuhua Town", which was quite delicate. Su Huachen's memory became clearer after he saw this stone tablet. However, behind him, there was still a shout of urgency, which made him have no time to think too much, and he got up to continue to escape.

"Jingle Bell~~"

On one side of the road, on the side where the stele was facing, in the mist, there was a brass bell, after a sound, it was depressed for a while, and suddenly, but not abruptly, it sounded again.

Su Huachen heard this voice, his body stiffened there, half of his body had already gotten up and did not move, his eyes looked over there, and his heart was inexplicably excited. Coming, the person in the mist, the person who is not in a hurry or slow to walk, and who is so elegant that he has a unique charm comes.

"Jingle bell~~" The copper bell sounded more clearly, like a hand, hammering Su Huachen's chest, so that he couldn't help but pounce into the fog, at this time, a figure appeared in the white, and he took a few steps closer, and suddenly brightened. Out of it came a tall old man in colorful clothes, with sideburns and lip beard, obliquely wearing an octagonal treasure top hat, his complexion was painted snow-white, his eyes were very sharp, and he was gentle, this was Su Huachen's first impression when he first met Wen Zixiang decades ago, and it is the same now. He propped his hands on the ground, raised his head and looked at the strange and familiar old man in front of him, and the tears in his eyes were about to burst out of his eyes, but he didn't cry, because he didn't want to disturb this scene when he first saw him at this time, let it be the same as it was then, Su Huachen said to himself in his heart.

Wen Zixiang led a somewhat emaciated horse, and it seemed that he had driven a long way. Pulling a small cart made of ash and bamboo with a bamboo canopy, it looks very elegant, with red knots hanging on the eaves and copper bells tied underneath, which sways back and forth with the bumps of the carriage on the dirt road, making a crisp sound.

Suddenly seeing a person lying on the road, Wen Zixiang was also very surprised, he squatted down, leaned in front of Su Huachen and asked, "Child, can you tell me, how to get to Yuhua Town?"

Su Huachen didn't answer him, because he was staring blankly at the carriage behind Wen Zixiang, as if he could see through, and he stared at the canopy tightly, trying to pick up the contents of it. Su Huachen knew that most of them were the guys who were singing by the master, including the one he was wearing. Wen Zixiang saw the distraction of the child in front of him, saw the tears in his eyes, and was about to ask, when a few boys as big as him ran out of the woods on the side, arrogantly, shouting, ignoring Wen Zixiang who was standing there, raising the wooden stick in his hand and hitting Su Huachen.

Seeing that he was about to inevitably suffer from this, when the wooden stick was about to stick to Su Huachen's hair, he was caught by a slender and white hand, and snatched it over, Wen Zixiang stared at the children, didn't say too much, directly shook his wrist, the stick shadow, hit the calf of the leader child, after a subtle "click" sound, the child's scream sounded, and also made Su Huachen, who was immersed in disbelief, turn his head suddenly.

The stick was stained with blood, but intact. But the child's calf was broken, and he was lying on the ground, rolling back and forth. Su Huachen stared at the injured child for a few seconds, then looked at Wen Zixiang and smiled. He felt that he hadn't smiled at others like this for many years, and when he thought back to the first time he met Master, he was also being bullied by these children, but at that time, Master just scolded them away. And this time, he directly broke one of the opponent's legs. But Su Huachen was not surprised at all, because after all, this was his own memory, and the person in front of him was the Wen Zixiang he knew after all, so his behavior must be the same as the master he knew.

But this point is no longer important, yes, it is not important, what else can be cherished more than the person in front of him? Su Huachen couldn't think of it, and he didn't have time to think about it again, because at this time, Wen Zixiang was smiling like him, and in the screams of the children beside him, he took his hand, passed the remnant monument, and walked into the mist-shrouded village.

"Let's go, kid, let's go home. ”

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