Chapter 267

  When Wen Yuan heard this, he raised his eyes and glanced at him.

  He has also heard of the fact that the Holy Son and Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Machine Tower have never lived long.

  Wen Yuan took a sip of tea, pondered for a moment, and finally didn't ask any questions.

  The aroma of tea spreads.

  In the mist, Wen Yuan thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll get straight to the point." ”

  Wen Wugui raised his eyes.

  Wen Yuan's eyes were full of memories: "At the beginning, I met a giant beast on a rainy night, and he sealed part of my skills and took me to the Migration Vine Realm.

  At that time, the other party showed me a picture, and now that I think about it, it seems to be a scene that will happen in the future. ”

  "Yes and how, no? Didn't Lord Wen always care about this? ”

  "That was before."

  He looked up, his gaze a little more resolute.

  "Mu Jiujiu, it's not from this world, right?" He uttered the words slowly.

  After a moment of silence, Wen Wugui sighed softly.

  "Actually, it's funny, when I went to meet an old friend in the city of Kagawa, I was lucky enough to meet this little friend. At that time, I advised the other party to leave here as soon as possible, but unfortunately she didn't seem to listen. ”

  "Her future ending, isn't it too ......?"

  A look of hesitation appeared on Wen Yuan's face.

  "She's going to die." Wen Wugui said bluntly.

  Wen Yuan was slightly stunned after hearing this, a little shaken appeared in his originally calm eyes, he closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, the bottom of his eyes had returned to normal.

  "How?"

  "There are no shortcuts, unless you change at the source, for example, by killing the culprit who is causing all this."

  Wen Wugui said lightly.

  It's an understatement, but they all know that there's a lot involved in it, and it's not easy to do.

  But there are some things that I know are difficult, but I will still do them.

  "Where is she now?" Wen Yuan asked softly.

  Wen Wugui didn't answer the question, he looked up at the other party, and as if through him, he looked farther away.

  "When did Lord Wenzun, who was originally unconcerned and resolute, become like this?" He said leisurely, his tone more like a mockery than a doubt.

  Wen Yuan couldn't see any expression on his face, and said in a calm tone: "What you said last time, I'll send someone to present it to you later." If you help me this time, double. ”

  Wen Wugui took a sip of tea and said, "I will naturally help you, but not just because of these things outside of your body. ”

  If it's not because of this, then what's the reason?

  Wen Yuan raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

  He didn't think they were that familiar.

  Although there have been many intersections during this time, they can barely be called friends. But just as the other party knew him, he also knew what kind of person Wen Wugui was.

  He seems gentle on the surface and rarely seems to get angry, but in fact he is detached on the inside, and he is a person who is very good at weighing the pros and cons.

  No one knows this person's past, and his origin is well hidden, and after the death of the Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Machine Tower, he naturally took over the position of the Holy Son. But everyone knows that the prophet must be a widow and a widow all his life, and this person must not be his descendant, and he does not look like him.

  Recently, Wen Yuan's subordinates found out that the other party had some connection with the valley master of the Snow Shelter Valley in the Qianteng Realm, but the information they learned was extremely limited.

  He doesn't say, and he doesn't ask.

  "You should understand the reason for my change, after all, you have also experienced it." Wen Yuan was very calm.

  This time Wen Wugui did not answer.

  The tea mist obscured his expression at this time, and his eyes showed thoughts of memory.

  It was many years ago, a late autumn season.

  The dead golden leaves fell to the ground and turned to dust.

  Having just lost his master, he rode a fast horse and looked at the world numbly with hatred and ambition.

  But it was such a day that he met someone who softened his life in the city of Jiechuan.

  They drank the strongest liquor together, watched the sun rise and tend.

  Now the room they had lived in was empty, the steps were covered with moss, and the room was covered with dust.

  No one opened the door and said to him, "I'm back, what do you think I've brought with me today?" ”

  The memories end.

  He looked up and said lightly, "You're right. ”

  "I'll help you, and it's a pity for me."

  After all, he knew that there were people he could watch from afar, but he would never be able to touch them again.

  ……

  Demon Realm.

  In the hazy night, two lightning-like figures swept by, and at their feet, bursts of air currents stirred.

  The surrounding trees shook wildly, dropping countless leaves.

  The man's robe in front of him swayed, and the flowers and plants around him were torn into the dirt.

  Mu Jiujiu looked at the uncle in front of him, thinking that the other party was too ......

  It's brutal!

  She had talked to An Pingrun about his parents before, and the other party said that they were not very powerful people, and now that she thinks about it, I am afraid it is a misunderstanding.

  Uncle An didn't use the slightest weapon, just attacked her with smooth punches, and demanded that he couldn't use weapons either.

  The opponent's attack was extremely ferocious, under such a high-intensity exercise. As time passed, Mu Jiujiu felt that he couldn't support it anymore.

  She was sweating slightly, and her breathing was a little rapid.

  "Wait!" She made a pause gesture, and the figure opposite stopped, looking at her quizzically.

  "Running into friends on the road and chatting about delicious things in the neighborhood can be included in the top few happiness in the world." - Banana Yoshimoto, "Taste of Food"

(End of chapter)