The puffin screamed.

Haiyan even opened the curtain and wanted to jump in to save people.

Her hands were clasped.

"Miss Ming Qi?" Haiyan was shocked.

It's all this time, why are you still stopping her? Two lives! There's also a kid among them!

"Don't worry, sit down!" Mingwei's tone was indifferent.

"This ......" Haiyan was even more confused.

She didn't have a chance to speak again, she only felt an invisible wave of qi burst around her, and then her whole body froze, as if time had stopped.

Immediately after, she saw Miss Ming Qi open the curtain and go out.

Haiyan opened her mouth to scream, but found that she couldn't make a sound.

What happened?

Mingwei stood at the bow of the boat, letting the drizzle fall on his body, his face was as cold as ice: "Come out!" ”

No one answered.

Where the woman threw the baby down, the whirlpool kept spinning, layer by layer.

The man in gray, who was still anxious just now, froze there like two maids at this time, like a sculpture.

Mingwei turned the flute in his hand, put it to his lips and blew it out.

The sound of the flute sounded, and every syllable, as if with power, whipped up the fallen branches and leaves, and swirled around the gray-clothed man in a circle.

The air waves were rolling faster and faster, the wind was getting faster and faster, and the robes on the gray-clothed men were blowing and hunting.

Finally—

There was a click, and it seemed as if something was shattering.

A strange crack appeared on the gray-clothed man's body, which grew bigger and bigger, and finally broke in half.

A person who was still alive just now fell like broken porcelain until it fell to the ground and melted into dust.

A painting of a, a pavilion, a woman and a man in gray swayed in the wind, fell into the lake, and soon soaked up the water and sank.

Ming Wei moved his gaze and saw a young man in green clothes sitting on the Guanhu Pavilion.

"Tomorrow night." She gently spat out the name.

The man in Tsing Yi looked at her tomorrow night and smiled: "No wonder Master always praises you, this year, I forgot to sleep and eat, improved my painting skills, and you still easily cracked it." Masters. ”

When he called out the word senior sister, the emotions in his eyes were extremely complicated, both close and malicious.

Ming Wei said lightly: "Don't call you Senior Sister, you can't afford it." ”

Mingxiao smiled: "You and I are from the same school, you go first and I first, and call me a senior sister, shouldn't it be?" ”

Mingwei didn't give face: "I only have one junior brother, and he died in another time and space, so it has nothing to do with you." ”

"Looks like you're disgusted with me! Also, after all, I robbed you of your place. He turned the flute in his hand, looked at Mingwei and continued, "This kind of taste is very uncomfortable to think about. But what can be done? You shouldn't exist in this world, so why bother going against the sky? Senior sister, listen to me and go back! The Destiny Inheritance is on track, and you are not needed here. ”

He persuaded softly, with a bitter tone.

Mingwei only felt funny: "I shouldn't exist, should you exist?" The inheritance of the life master is now in the hands of Ning Xiu, where did you come from? If you have to say that, isn't your occult art a tree without roots? If you didn't have them, why would you be standing here? ”

Mingxiao thought for a while: "It makes sense to say that. ”

Mingwei continued: "My existence has a clear context to be found. Your existence is like a dream. Who is the person who really shouldn't exist? ”

The two looked at each other, like blades intersecting.

Ming Xiao laughed: "Senior sister, are you testing me and want to see Master?" ”

Mingwei did not answer.

"He won't see you, the world already has me, so you don't need to exist."

"What do you say?" Mingwei said disdainfully, "What he said may not be the truth!" ”

Mingxiao laughed: "Master said that you are stubborn, and it is true." But senior sister, sometimes people can't help but admit defeat. Some things, what you think they are, may not be the truth. For example......"

He said slowly: "Do you really think that your existence has a context to be found?" ”

This sentence was uttered with a heavy sense of inquiry.

Mingwei realized that his words behind him might have an impact on him, but it was too late-

"That kid just now is you from another world. Why is a baby who died early under the water standing here? How can you say that your existence has a context to be found? ”

The words fell, and the time around them began to flow again.

Where the woman jumped into the water with the child in her arms, there was a gurgling sound, and bubbles kept rising.

The man in gray appeared instantly, rushed over, and jumped into the water.

"Aliu! Aliu! ”

He dived into the water and searched desperately, but by the time he finally fished them up, one large and one small, they were out of breath.

The man in gray looked at the two corpses in a daze, his face covered with scars, and he didn't know whether it was a lake or tears.

"Aliu!" He hugged the woman and the child and let out a heart-rending cry.

Mingwei looked at the swollen corpse and the baby in the woman's arms.

She was still so young, maybe not yet the full moon, too late to know the world, so she was deprived of her life.

At this moment, the dead baby suddenly opened his eyes.

The eyes that should have been ignorant, but they showed the eyes of adults, looking at Mingwei and grinning immaturely.

Mingwei's whole body was cold.

Others may not recognize it, but she can't be mistaken.

This is...... Herself!

Mingwei didn't say a word, turned the flute in his hand, and brought it to his lips.

The sound of the flute sounded, carrying an unprecedented violent whirlwind.

This whirlwind was like a blade, rolling towards the bright night on the top of the pavilion.

In the hurry of tomorrow night, I can only raise the flute to greet each other.

The frenzied rhythm smashed like a storm of wind and rain, giving him no room to breathe.

What was originally a slight drizzle suddenly turned into a torrential rain.

Raindrops poured down like hailstones, and thunder exploded.

In an instant, the two people who were competing for the flute were drowned by the rain curtain.

I wanted to retreat several times tomorrow night, but I was pestered and couldn't retreat.

The more they fought, the more fearful he became.

Only at this moment, he knew how terrible she was.

Obviously, he has just recovered from a serious injury, and his internal strength is not mellow enough, but his understanding of the exercises and the control of the rhythm have reached a level of admiration.

He finally understood how lucky he was to be able to seriously injure her in the Immortal Temple.

But at that time, if she had a little bit of sanity, she would not have ended up like that.

However, this also shows how important the master is in her heart.

This is simply an unavoidable weakness!

Obviously he has an insight into her weaknesses, but Mingxiao has been forced to deal with it at this time.

He retreated again and again......

"Boom......" The dull voice sounded.

Haiyan regained her mobility in an instant, and found that there were no women or children on the embankment, and there were no gray men at all.

In the breeze and drizzle, the Guanhu Pavilion seemed to be struck by thunder, and suddenly exploded.

The boat capsized.

A figure rushed and jumped into the water.