He still remembers the first time he met Lhotse Chun.

In the ice and snow of the Falling Moon Peak, the child was wrapped in a shabby sackcloth robe, his cheeks were red from the cold, and his hands were trembling.

When he heard his father say that he would bring him a younger brother back, he was naturally angry in his heart, hated his father's infidelity to love, hated the appearance of this younger brother, and worried that he would snatch what belonged to him.

But he never expected that the younger brother he hated would be such a small and pitiful little thing.

All his hatred and resentment dissipated when he met his clear black eyes that glowed with water.

He remembered that he took the initiative to hold his hand, warming the little hands that were bruised from the cold.

Luo Zichun has been withdrawn since he was a child, especially after being found out that he was unable to practice, he was completely abandoned by his father to the corner, he used to be most worried that he would snatch his things, but after hearing the news, he was eager to give everything he had.

He couldn't tell what it was like, and the only thing he could do was meet all his demands.

"He is the one who invited the sixth prince to go up the mountain."

"It's also that he said that now the Falling Moon Palace is not as fast as the Qingyu Sect's swearing, and other sects on the rivers and lakes are not suitable to be allies, the best way is to introduce the power of the imperial court, although there will be many restrictions in the future, but at least it can maintain the status of the Falling Moon Palace in the rivers and lakes."

Luo Ziyang's voice was so low that there was almost only the sound of breath left, and Qin Jiu took a few steps to the side of his bed and pressed his pulse.

The weather is disordered, the meridians of the whole body are retrograde, and after the poison is urged, it has invaded the heart.

He furrowed his eyebrows, looking at the man who had become so weak overnight on the bed, and he didn't know what expression to use.

He has very little contact with Luo Ziyang, and there are grievances among his elders, so he naturally doesn't have a good impression of him, but after listening to this story, he feels desolate in his heart.

The environment in which they have lived since childhood makes most of these young talents in martial arts have no concept of love, everyone thinks about being famous all over the world, and few people think about who to protect and who to spoil.

"If my aunt was still around, maybe she would have saved your life, but she ......"

"It doesn't matter."

A smile hung on Luo Ziyang's pale lips.

The palm on his chest was left by his sweetheart, and despite the human skin mask, he would never be wrong with the hands he had shaken when he was very young.

The heart is dead, and the body has no need to live.

"Do you hate him?"

"I don't hate."

The only thing to blame is that the warmth he gave was not enough to offset the malice he felt in this world, and it still led him to the wrong path.

This kind of answer made Qin Jiu suddenly a little reluctant to let people die here, and he also wanted Luo Zichun to see what was most important to a person.

Qin Jiu suddenly remembered the bottles and jars that Mu Qingyu left behind, although he was not a doctor, most of the people sent from Qingyu knew something about medical science, and Mu Qingyu was a master of poison.

"Give me the most powerful doctor under you, and let him study the medical book left by Mu Qingyu, maybe he can find an antidote."

Luo Ziyang did not respond, the man seemed to have fallen asleep.

Qin Jiu strode out of the room and went directly to the doctor of the Falling Moon Palace.

Just a few minutes later, I received the news of the poisoning of several martial arts warriors.

The hall of the martial arts alliance leader has been turned into a vegetable market by them, and the person who was still majestic and high-spirited yesterday to find Chixiao for revenge has been completely messed up at this time.

As soon as Qin Jiu handed over Mu Qingyu's relics, he was dragged to the center of the vegetable market.