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"I..."

Be! This simple word couldn't be spoken, and Ming Tian felt that he was not qualified to give an affirmative answer.

Without giving Ming Tian time to answer, Xin Zhu asked, "Answer me, where is that Ming Tian who once kissed me in Zining Palace and had nothing but dared to be an enemy of Xiao Baojuan, gone?" ”

"The one who always keeps smiling no matter what hardships and obstacles he faces, where has my husband gone?"

"Where is the county horse who faced Pang Chong and knew that he was invincible but proudly fought against him?"

"That's... No matter how big the threat is, you will bring laughter and happiness to people... Where exactly did it go? ”

Facing the sound of Xinzhu crying, Ming Tian clenched his teeth, not knowing how to answer.

The dark cocoon, with a cracking sound, had a faint light shining into the soul.

"I..."

Tears fell on the vast grass, and at that moment, Ming Tian's soul paralyzed by alcohol felt a tingle.

The scene seven days ago couldn't be looked back on, and he didn't dare to look back, but Xinzhu's questioning made Ming Tian have to face the tragedy of seven days ago.

"I... It's my incompetence, I killed them, and Anluo was taken away, it's my incompetence, it's my conceit... I hurt them!! ”

Poof.

Ming Tian couldn't bear such pain anymore, and knelt on the ground and cried bitterly with great sadness.

The sorrow suppressed in my heart turned into a surging river, rushing in the memories of blood and tears.

The weakness of the hammer hitting the ground, choking to the point of spasmodic throat, and the trembling soul in the face of the incomparably powerful existence, this second sublimated with tears.

"I... What exactly should I do? What should I do? Like a helpless child, Mingtian knelt on the ground and cried.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place.

Crying is perhaps the most instinctive human emotion.

The deep feeling of powerlessness, like the deep cold of absolute zero, tightly wrapped the soul, even if it struggled with all its might, it could not get rid of it at all.

"Cry! Messire... Cry! Release the nightmare that haunts you in your heart, and ...... Come back, Mingtian! ”

knelt down and hugged Ming Tian tightly.

That trace of warmth passed through tears, and Ming Tian, who was hugged in his chest, felt Xinzhu's tears flowing down his neck.

At this moment, the tears completely burst the embankment.

In the arms of Xinzhu, as the nightmare was washed away in tears, the cocoon was finally broken!

Grief and grief are just a word apart, and they are worlds apart!

Sometimes, people fall in a desperate situation, not because they don't have the strength to break through the desperate situation, but because they need someone to comfort themselves in facing reality, and...

Guts!

Yes, I failed Xiao Rou, I thought my pain was atonement, but on the contrary, this is the biggest insult to Xiao Rou, and it tramples on An Luo's consciousness.

What have I gotten out of having crossed so many hurdles so far?

Is it confidence in strength?

Is it a grind of wisdom?

Is it a perception of the situation?

No!

It is a strong !! that never gives up

I...... Mingtian ......

On that day, I was already dead in the face of Pan Yunu, but I was still alive... Xiaorou is dead, I'm still alive... Anluo sacrificed himself just to keep me alive...

What is the point of my survival?

The crying stopped for a moment, and the trembling and weak body instantly became as hard as steel.

Letting go of Ming Tian in his arms and looking at his face, Xinzhu was startled at first, and then, the face that was alluring to the country and the city finally smiled.

A look, a look, under the rising sun, turned into a golden eternity!

"Welcome back, Xianggong!"

"I've kept you waiting, wife!"

Standing up silently, Ming Tian's eyes were obscured by his messy long hair, but his resolute and upright body shone brightly in the golden east sunrise.

Coming to Cui Xinrou's tomb, Ming Tian knelt down silently but neatly, straightened his spine, and kowtowed to her three times.

"I'm sorry, Xiaorou." In the cold tone, with incomparably tender affection, Ming Tian pinched his five fingers, and his arm skyrocketed!

Rumble!

With a punch, as if inserting his entire arm into the ground, Ming Tian dug out a large piece of soil from the grass, and then his five fingers were pinched and loosened, and the soil and rocks fell one after another.

The luster of the green shine is so bright in the morning sun.

What Ming Tian dug out of the ground was the Caiyun jade pendant that had been broken into three pieces and was buried by him with his own hands, and Xiao Rou gave him!

"This, just let me stay by my side, I will cherish it."

Raising his head, Ming Tian's eyes were finally revealed.

At that second, the iron will and the grief and indignation of the soul were finally sublimated, and the momentum of Mingtian was like a majestic wind, like a raging fire, and it was even better than the dragon's roar.

What is irretrievable is the past, and what cannot be escaped is oneself.

All I can do is keep moving forward!

Immediately, he dug out the Cui family's general order and the tiger talisman, and Ming Tian took the three precious things into his arms and turned around.

The figure with his back to the rising sun swept away all the decadence in an instant, and became so majestic.

Will, this second exploded!

"Welcome back, Mingtian."

On the flat ground on the side, with a distortion of space, the Weilai bathhouse gradually appeared.

Wei Jingjing took Xiao Ji and Xiao Fei and walked over with a smile.

"I still wonder why Xinzhu is here, is it your ghost?" As soon as Ming Tian saw the three of them, he immediately guessed the reason.

Weilai Bathhouse has the ability to teleport, I'm afraid, they came here with Xinzhu across thousands of miles in an instant.

"Humph! I had a big fight with Sister Jingjing about this, so you have to thank me. ”

Xiaofei puffed out her cheeks and said arrogantly with her chest hugged.

"yes, thank you." Ming Tian smiled and thanked Xiao Fei in a magnetic hoarse voice.

"Seven days of confinement is still inevitable, Xiaofei." Wei Jingjing said, reproaching, but also doting on Xiaofei's head.

When Xiaofei heard this, her mouth suddenly twisted into an earthworm shape: "Woo~ I know, Sister Jingjing." ”

After touching Xiaofei's head for a while, Wei Jingjing stepped forward and said, "Mingtian, since you're back, I'll just tell you straight, we have found Pan Yunu's weakness, I've already helped you get it done on the Chaos Ripper's side, but there is not much time left for you, let's go, you still have one last thing to do." ”

"Yes."

Ming Tian has experienced the ups and downs of life at the moment, as if he has not moved from honor and disgrace, and he is not shocked, even in the face of such a major event, his expression has not changed at all.

Facial paralysis and maturity are completely different things, and Mingtian, who has experienced this incident, as a person and a leader, has matured to the extreme, and is the Mahayana of people!

"By the way, do you have a pen?" Following Wei Jingjing and walking to the door of the bathhouse, Ming Tian suddenly thought of something.

"Yes, Xiaofei, bring a brush."

After giving a command, Xiao Fei said hello and ran into the bathhouse, Wei Jingjing turned around and asked curiously, "What do you want a pen for?" ”

Taking the pen handed by Xiaofei, Ming Tian dipped it in the ink she sent, took the rice paper she handed over, and said with a smile: "Teleprompt for her." ”

Turning around and walking to Xiao Rou's tomb, Ming Tian picked up the broken paper kite, carefully blew off the dust on it, and immediately, after more than ten minutes of busyness, he used Xiaofei's rice paper to repair the paper kite.

Looking at this paper kite, Ming Tian seemed to see Xiao Rou who was laughing and playing on the grassland that day.

With a wave, the pen fell, and Ming Tian wrote a line of words on this paper kite!

It is better than countless in the world!

On that day, Xiaorou said seven words before she died, which was the first half of this sentence of Queqiao Immortal: The golden wind and jade dew met.

And what Ming Tian wrote at this moment is the second half of its sentence: Better than countless in the world!

This poem exhausts her reluctance to this short-lived happiness and her sorrow.

Maybe the relationship is short-lived, but it's a treasure worth remembering for a lifetime.

The breeze blew, and as soon as Ming Tian's hand was loosened, the paper kite floated up with the wind and flew away leisurely in mid-air.

Destined... See you in the afterlife!

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[Cui Xinrou will return in the new book and reunite with Mingtian]

End of Volume 13