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Wen Zixiang blocked Liang Ping's mouth with rotten melon, the melon pulp in the shape of the melon, and the juice, all flowed into his mouth, the originally weak Liang Ping suddenly felt a sense of suffocation, he was gasping for breath, he was in need of air, he suddenly felt that he was about to die, Liang Ping used all his remaining strength to break open the palm that seemed to be thin but infinitely powerful, but no matter how he pulled, the other party did not move, no matter how he turned his head back and forth, the rotten melon has been sealing his mouth. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wen Zixiang smiled fiercely, looking at his helpless appearance, he smiled even more happily, "Don't resist!" He yelled at Liang Ping, "Open your mouth and chew on it, this is exactly what you need now, if you want to live, don't refuse it." ”

But Liang Ping didn't listen to Zixiang's words carefully at all, just struggled on his own, simmering in the quicksand on the edge of life and death, and then, as if suddenly raining from the sky, the sweet fragrance of the juice rushed away the taste buds that were bound by the tense nerves, and an unprecedented freshness poured into his throat, moistening his chapped lips and swollen tongue.

Liang Ping couldn't resist this temptation anymore, so instead of pushing Wen Zixiang with both hands, he simply picked up the rotten melon, desperately sent it to his mouth, and sucked it in a big gulp, "Slippery。。。。。。 ”

The juice that was about to drip on the ground was caught by Liang Ping in a hurry, no matter how dirty it was, it was directly held to his mouth, and the comer drank it all without refusal.

This taste reminded him of the melons and fruits he had eaten when he was in Lei Gang Mountain, no more enjoyable than those that tasted, but there was a kind of heartfelt thirst. Liang Ping's mouth kept opening and closing, and the already small melon was about to be eaten in the blink of an eye.

Wen Zixiang smiled, seeing Liang Ping's reaction, he let go of his hand, and only then did he take care of the viscosity of his palm. Wen Zixiang's other hand reached into his arms, took out a white handkerchief, carefully turned it over and wiped his hands, and when it was clean, Wen Zixiang threw the handkerchief onto Liang Ping's body lying on the ground, and landed on Liang Ping's waist.

Then, Wen Zixiang's lips grinned contemptuously, and he kicked on the handkerchief, and the defenseless Liang Ping was kicked and slid out of the distance, and reached Su Huachen's feet again. Rotten melon, in the current Liang Ping's hands, there is only a piece of melon skin left, but Liang Ping still refuses to let go, still gnawing.

Su Huachen looked at him, distressed, but indifferent. Then, Liang Ping was kicked by Wen Zixiang, his body rolled, his weak hands did not grasp the melon skin, it was lost, so that Liang Ping was like crazy, looking for it all over the ground, but he didn't touch the melon skin, but luckily touched the rest of the other food, a few persimmons, a handful of vegetable leaves. Liang Ping grabbed them and swallowed them desperately.

"Eat, eat, eat."

Wen Zixiang still has that smile on his face, which seems ordinary, but it always makes people feel very uncomfortable. Wen Zixiang was very satisfied, and he also had time to lower his head and play with the sword.

He looked at the blue light of the long sword in his hand, the cold blade was different from the pattern on the simple handle, which made people feel its extraordinary at first glance, and the blade of the sword extended up from the swallow along both sides of the sword body. Cold and calm, Wen Zixiang always felt that as long as his hand was on it, it would be like being bitten by a mastiff who was pretending to sleep.

"It's a good sword, and the material is good, but it's a pity that the craftsman who built it didn't master the heat well, so it was covered with dust." Wen Zixiang just touched the sword with his hand and said such a sentence.

"Give it back to you, it's not enough for me to have any thoughts."

As he spoke, the sword flew out of Zixiang's hand, and with a "poof" sound, it was inserted next to Liang Ping, buzzing. Liang Ping had eaten enough at this time, but the starvation of these many days made his body instinctively stuff into his mouth, until he heard the crisp sound of the sword, which made his brain sober up a little.

Following the voice, he looked and saw the green blade, his eyes burst into a shining light, he simply threw away the food in his hand, knelt down, didn't care about getting up, and threw himself directly at it, hugged it tightly, and didn't know what he was talking about. Suddenly, his eyes went black and he fainted.

Wen Zixiang didn't know when he stood behind Liang Ping again, his palms were still in a chopping posture, looking at the unconscious crazy man, with a playful taste in his eyes. "It seems that you really cherish this sword."

He was finally willing to look at Liang Pinglai squarely, and there was a hint of appreciation on his face, but it was fleeting.

"That's great!" His face suddenly became excited, as if he had thought of a good idea. "Huachen." Wen Zixiang didn't look back, and called his apprentice.

"Master, I'm here."

"Follow me!"

The short three words made Liang Ping, who was responding with a low brow, stunned a little, and when he raised his head again, he found that the master had already lifted Liang Ping's body, floating up, tapping the tiles with his toes, and was about to disappear into the darkness in a certain direction in the night. Unable to allow Su Huachen to think too much, he hurriedly quickened his pace and caught up with the master, and at the same time wondered what the master was planning.

It wasn't too late in the evening, but the village was noticeably quieter than usual, and the lights were much thinner, though some of them were suddenly turned on and quickly extinguished. While catching up with the master, Su Huachen looked around at this "village of the past" and wanted to remember everything he saw, because he was afraid that he would never see it again, and he remembered its original appearance.

Before I knew it, Master stopped. Su Huachen followed the former to the ground, the first thing he felt was a trace of coolness, which made him shiver when he was a little thin, and then he found that in front of him, there was a pool of water, it was a quiet pool, and on a night with a dark moon, it made people feel bottomless.

Su Huachen stared blankly at this pond of water, and remembered a lot of things. This pool seems to have just appeared, but in a short period of time, too many things have been buried: Yuhua stone mines, dilapidated mine carts, polished pickaxes, ordinary local souls, and moreover, their own parents.

All of these things, the pool of water was swallowed up almost in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace. Today, it is still quiet, and the deep bottom of the pool is the only link between the present and the past.

During the time when Su Huachen was in a trance, Wen Zixiang actually didn't bother him with a rare word, and it wasn't until he saw his apprentice raise his head again that he threw Liang Ping, who was like a dead pig, aside. was just about to make a move to wake him up, but who would have thought that Liang Ping would actually open his eyes by himself.

Maybe it's this winter, this night, this pool of water, it's too cold. Liang Ping was awakened by the cold, and in a daze, the scene in front of him had changed.

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