Bu Zhou carried Mu Zi in the forest in the middle of the night quickly, and the branches of the forest trees grew wantonly from time to time to stumble on the way of several people. Although the road is a little difficult to catch, but do not dare to slow down the pace of progress, no one knows how many killing opportunities there are in this dense forest.

But the person who is not in his arms, the body is getting hotter and hotter, and then the person's consciousness is also blurred, and he does not forget the intermittent practice luck between half-dreaming and half-waking.

This intermittent luck is extremely dangerous, and in between, uncontrolled qi attacks the heart; However, when it continues, it blocks the qi and causes it to accumulate. Between interruptions and discontinuities, it also aggravates this state of not being able to absorb qi.

I couldn't stop and recuperate for her, so I had to use Qi to make needles, and according to the method of acupuncture, I hit my internal qi into Mu Zi's acupuncture points, so that her breath was temporarily sealed and not messed around.

After walking for almost half a night, it coincided with the junction of morning and dusk, and after looking at the sky, I decided to stop and rest in place. It turns out that at this time, the junction of morning and dusk is also the time of the exchange of yin and yang, if you don't have luck for Mu Zi, when the yang is strong, it will be even more difficult for her to absorb the internal force, and she has not repaired overnight, and her consciousness is scattered, if the internal force is more dangerous, I am afraid that she will not be able to parry.

After finding a relatively open flat ground, he placed Muzi in front of him and sat down, and then put his right palm on her back and heart.

At this time, he already felt that the girl's heartbeat was a little weak, and if he used a little force and input a little bit of true qi, he could make this heart shatter, and this life would end, and then the dust would return to dust, and the earth would return to the earth, and whoever wanted the snow spirit would take it away. And he himself can ignore the things here, rely on his own strength to go out of the forest, and return to the Great Xing'anling area to continue to be a guardian.

But Bu Zhou did not use internal force to break the girl's heart, but slowly injected some internal force to protect her heart, and then put his left hand on Mu Zi's heavenly spirit cover, and began to guide the flow of breath in Mu Zi's body.

"I said I would do my best to protect you."

The tired Mu Zi felt that the breath in his body began to circulate, and the stuffy breath in his heart began to be slowly smoothed, and the lead-filled body was also relaxing little by little, and the world that was originally spinning around began to slowly return to its place.

Suddenly, Mu Zi felt that the trees around him were growing back, as if someone was pulling the roots under the ground to make them dwarf until they were gone, and in the blink of an eye, the scenery around him changed. -- It's a step back in time.

Although Mu Zi knew that it was impossible to go back in time, she was weak at this time and her consciousness was not yet clear, so this scene did not surprise her too much.

"Maybe it's an illusion." She said to herself.

Mu Zi seemed to see a little child standing in front of him in a trance, smiling at himself, and then stretched out his hand to himself, Mu Zi hesitated, but was caught by the little hand, the little girl's hand was soft, warm, Mu Zi did not hesitate, was pulled forward by the little girl. The little girl also looked back at herself from time to time, it felt like Tusu wine drunk during the Spring Festival, warm, very reassuring, and there were indescribable expectations in her heart.

The little girl dragged Mu Zi away for a long time, and Mu Zi didn't know, but she saw that the sky had changed a few times, but she didn't feel tired at all. Mu Zi felt a little strange and asked the little girl, "Where are we going?" The little girl blinked her big eyes and showed an innocent smile: "Sister, where we go, you have the final say." ”

This answer made Mu Zi a little confused, so she asked, "Who are you?" ”

The little girl said something that made Mu Zi even more overwhelmed: "Sister, I am you, I am you when I was a child." At this time, the two of them passed by a battlefield of horse leather shrouds, shouting and killing shook the sky, and flesh and blood flew everywhere, but the enemy's head was in front of them.

Someone behind him shouted, "Get that person's head marquis, rank among the ministers!" ”

So in an instant, the sound of shouting and killing sounded behind him, and countless people ran out from behind Mu Zi to kill the leader of the match, in addition to the young man in this group, there are old people, there are also drooping children, and there are also slender hands with willow waists; But the only thing they have in common is the paranoia in their eyes - they take each other's heads, make marquis and knighthood, have no worries about food and clothing, and protect their children and grandchildren.

"Little girl, I see that you have an extraordinary bearing, why don't you shoot that man? Worry-free food and clothing from now on? "In this group, there was a middle-aged man with a big beard and an honest appearance who stopped by Mu Zi's side and asked her, the man was holding a double-plate axe, and it was obvious that this farmer had only brute strength, but there were thousands of people competing with him; Brute strength is limited, and he may not be able to reach the enemy leader after using all his strength to split through the people in front of him.

Mu Zi glanced at the group of people who killed the red eye, it is true that this group of people who rushed up to kill were some people who had no skills, she knew that she would be able to get the head as soon as she made a move, and even her right hand had a feeling of being ready to move, as long as she made a trick casually, that person could have dozens of ways to die.

But...... But she didn't know the point of doing so, and she seemed to see the wordlessness in the eyes of the besieged leader, a longing to go home. Go home...... Does he have naughty and troublesome children in his family? Do you have a considerate wife? Thinking of this, Mu Zi's right hand was weakly raised again.

"It's all false." Mu Zi told himself that he could not have been born in the barbaric era of the horse leather shroud, and there would not be such a war to face the ugliness of human nature.

Mu Zi saw the killing scene and wanted to leave, but the little girl pulled herself, and she couldn't leave, so she began to struggle, trying to break free of the child's hand, but she couldn't break free, and the killing in front of him became more and more ferocious, and the blood merged into a small river with a fishy smell to flow to her feet, and finally she panicked, squatted down and held her head and shouted.

The little girl suddenly let go of her hand, comforted Mu Zi with her chubby hand, and patted her back, the soothing was like a sedative, Mu Zi calmed down at once, and began to look at this little girl, this familiar face is indeed what she looked like more than ten years ago, and now although she has grown up, there is still a little resemblance between her immature eyebrows.

"What the hell are you going to do?" Mu Zi scolded her sharply.

But I only heard the little girl's silver bell giggles: "Why are you asking me what I am doing, you have to ask yourself." ”

In the middle of the words, the Shura field was gone, and instead there were paths that were all over the place.

There are countless paths in front of Muzi, and each path is endless, but you can see different scenery. And she is standing at this fork in the road at the moment, and she doesn't know how to choose.

The little girl suddenly hugged Mu Zi's thigh, rubbed it with her little face, her voice was no longer the immature tone, but ethereal, she said: "Sister, don't be afraid to face the choice, you have to choose the path you want to adhere to the most, you must face your heart bravely, don't be afraid, don't hesitate." ”

Mu Zi's heart moved, and he lowered his head to look at himself more than ten years ago, but found that he couldn't see that face clearly, only a pair of sincere eyes looking at him.

"Sister, I am the longing of your heart. Now that you have embarked on the path of refining beasts, there is no turning back, so let's save this snow spirit and don't run away. ”

Mu Zi suddenly couldn't stop her tears and began to cry, indeed, from the time she knew that her refining beasts had led to the end of several lives, and that there would be many people who would pay for her desires, she began to escape, not daring to face the inconsiderate outspokenness, nor daring to pay for her own low ability and inability to be responsible. Since she was a child, her tutor told her to be a kind person, but he never told her how to redeem and make up for what she did wrong.

"Good and evil are in a moment, and it's not too late." As soon as he finished saying this, Mu Zi felt that the scenery around him seemed to change again in an instant, the kind big eyes were gone, and there was only a vague voice calling his name in his ears.

When he didn't care for Mu Zi, he found that she had walked into his heart.

This mind is her most essential thing, if this child is impregnated by the desire for power, this mind will become a heart demon to haunt her, she may not come back, or she will not be a pure child when she comes back; If she still has a childlike heart, this heart will make her see her true desires clearly, and it will also allow her to face her truest self.

In the end, Mu Zi woke up, crossed her shoulder, looked at her, and carefully looked at her eyes, trying to see Chengren becoming a demon from these eyes that were as deep as a lake.

Mu Zi shook off the careless confinement, did not look at him and the giant monkey, but called the dirty little snow spirit, and then picked up the little beast that was just about half an arm's length as himself, put his face on its body, and slowly spit out: "I'm sorry." ”