Zhang Mung Bean grabbed the tree next to him, barely stood up straight, and rushed down tremblingly. She saw that the three of them were still fighting, her eyes began to turn red again, and she even complained a little in her heart about Li Yinkong, if he came......

Wouldn't Liu Zhipan ......

Thinking of this, even the eyes that looked at Li Yinkong were a little resentful, and she opened her mouth and shouted: "Li Yinkong!"

Her voice was not as soft as the sound of weapons colliding during the fight over there, Zhang Mung Bean continued to shout at him several times, and the people who fought with him all looked this way, and that Li Yinkong was only intoxicated in his own world as if he was in a different world.

This situation made Zhang Mung Dou's blood and qi swell up to her head, she took a few steps forward, but the instinctive fear made her not approach, and her angry body trembled, "Li Yinkong!"

Li Chongyun glanced at Zhang Mung Bean, who was about to explode in anger, "Hey, you're calling you in the back." ”

But at this moment, Li Yinkong only wanted to kill the two people in front of him who were blocking his path, where could he listen to other things.

Liu Qianyao, who had been standing in the dark, had a look on his face, and drew a complex formation in the air with his hand. At the same time, the original blue-black imprint of the same formation on Lin Jinhuai's shoulder and neck suddenly lit up.

The man gave him an order to end this pointless battle immediately. He turned his head and looked over there with some dissatisfaction, he obviously hadn't had enough fun yet......

But now that he is controlled by others, he glanced at Li Chongyun, and after the latter understood, a thrust forward made Li Yinkong have to take his move.

Lin Chenghuai jumped lightly, stepped on the cold and black gun body, and went straight to Zhang Mung Bean.

Zhang Mungdou's instinct drove her to turn around and run, Lin Chenghuai was no better than Zhang Songxue, he tried to save trouble, "Girl, I'm sorry." ”

He avoided all the key points, controlled his strength, and the sharp tip of the gun was directly inserted into Zhang Mengdou's shoulder blades, and Zhang Mung Bean landed head-on again.

She had been stabbed as if it was on fire, and before the dull pain could come, she rolled her eyes and fainted.

The controller is already unconscious, and the ghost corpses that can only act by relying on ghost cultivators will naturally do the same. Li Yinkong's eyes widened suddenly, he knelt down on one knee, and his body shook a few times and fell to the ground.

Lin Jinhuai looked at him who fainted and was still holding on to the evil spirit, and sighed, "It's a pity...... It's rare for me to be so motivated. ”

"Let's go, let's go. People are under the eaves, they have to bow their heads~" Li Chongyun carried the gun on his shoulder, whistled on the situation, felt pain as soon as he took a step, and looked down at it, many places overflowed red, "Oops, I shed a lot of blood!"

Zhang Songxue glanced more as she passed by them as she descended the mountain.

"Looking at them lying there, the army division feels uncomfortable~" Li Chongyun leaned towards him.

I thought that this person would at least get angry this time, but the tone was the same as usual, "Call me Zhang Songxue." ”

"Cut, it's not angry, it's boring. ”

Even Li Chongyun lost his interest in talking, so the four of them were exceptionally quiet when they went down the mountain.

After they had walked for nearly an hour, a disciple of the Liu family with a bundle of ghost corpses passed by. Only then did he find two people who had fallen on the stone steps one after the other. Frightened, the disciples ran up with the ghost corpse, and when they entered the door, they quickly called people down to save them.

Zhang Mungdou fell asleep for nearly two days.

When she opened her eyes, it was pitch black outside, and the room was dimly lit with only two candles.

Her limbs didn't move, and as soon as she moved her eyes, she saw a person sitting silently on the edge of the bed, as if he was wrapped in a haze.

Li Yinkong noticed this gaze and stared at her sideways. The two men looked at each other wordlessly.

Suddenly, Zhang Mung Bean's eyes widened and she sat up, pulling until the wound hurt and she squeezed her eyebrows, she lifted her sleeves, and her wrists were empty.

"What about my hands?"

"I drew it for you. And also...... This one. Li Yinkong handed her a crumpled piece of paper.

Zhang Mung Bean snatched it, "Did you see it?"

"Hmm. It's me. ”

Zhang Mung Bean was stunned for a moment, and glanced at the painting, "I'm not blind, of course I know it's you." ”

Li Yinkong frowned, as if he was interrogating the prisoner, "Did those people kill him because he knew something? What did he tell you?"

Hearing this, Zhang Mung Bean was really angry, "Now you know that you care about him, then why didn't you come before? I still used trickery to call you!" When she said that, she twitched twice and pulled the wound again.

"I was dragged at that time. ”

Zhang Mung Bean was aggressive, "You don't know how to get out if you're dragged back?" I see that you are fighting heartily over there, but you don't want to come over at all." ”

"I was dragged back. ”

This person's popularity has reached the extreme, and his courage has also become fat.

Zhang Mungdou didn't bother to say anything more to him, lifted the quilt, and staggered outside.

Those disciples of the Liu family who passed by outside her door did not come forward to 'greet' when they saw her as they did in the past, but just nodded and hurriedly walked away.

She grabbed someone casually, hesitated for a moment, and still asked tentatively with some hope, "Where is Liu Zhipan......?"

"You'd better go to the front hall and see it yourself. With that, the man tapped her on the shoulder before walking away.

Zhang Mung Bean was in place, and she didn't want to go to the front hall from the bottom of her heart, but her legs were very disobedient and went that way. In the distance, she saw the white flowers hanging outside.

Walking in, the front hall was full of familiar faces.

The two elders who were close to her, who usually liked to scold her the most, didn't dare to turn their heads to look at her at this moment.

The front hall was extremely quiet, and she also calmed down, and she didn't cry sadly, but walked quietly to Liu Yunsheng's side.

"Didn't he find his body?"

"Nope. ”

"That's right. ”

"Hmm. ”

Zhang Mung Bean stared quietly at the wooden coffin containing his clothes, and suddenly remembered the torn paper again, so he turned around and walked away quickly.

Liu Yunsheng glanced at the direction she left, wanting to chase and comfort, but in the end he didn't take a step.

She pulled the paper out of her bosom and walked briskly to the study.

As long as you find the torn book, you may know something else......

As soon as she entered the study, she saw at a glance a book on the square table in front of her, which was pressed and spread out. She paused to look at it before walking away.

Almost all the books in this study were packed by Liu Zhipan alone, and in order to make it easier for him to find them, he arranged them all according to the year. The piece of paper he gave me probably had to look for it on the back shelf.

Whenever she saw a book of similar color to this paper, she took it out and looked carefully for signs of tearing it out.

But when she finished looking through the old book, she couldn't find the book that was missing a page.

She was unwilling, so she simply searched for it on other bookshelves, and found Tianmeng Meng Liang until she found it.

Because she had been squatting and flipping through books, her legs were weak, so she simply sat down and pressed her outstretched hands to the books she threw all over the floor.

She stared at this messy place, if Liu Zhipan saw it, he would definitely fly up angrily.

Thinking like this, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

She froze in place for a while, then got up, picked up a few books and stuffed them back into the shelves, the first time she had taken the initiative to clean up the messy books.

Picking it up, a book wrapped only in a cover, a lot of brittle paper slipped from the bottom.

Zhang Mung Bean reached out to pick it up.

When I saw what was on this page, my expression froze.

My thoughts seemed to go back to the first year of the Liu family.

Under the scorching sun, although the mountains are quiet and cool, after Zhang Mung Bean played wildly, the sweat still flowed down his cheeks.

At this time, she will run to the study. It's cooler here, and she likes the smell of books mixed with summer, and she stays for a long time.

Today, too, she unexpectedly ran into that person.

His name is Liu Zhipan, he is tall and strong at a young age, and he speaks like a little girl. This time is different from the past, he picks up the pen and loves to write on the paper, and from time to time he has to raise his hand to wipe his eyes.

This aroused Zhang Mungdou's interest, and she quietly approached and watched behind her for a long time. It wasn't until Liu Zhipan saw an extra shadow on the ground that he noticed her, and he was so shocked that he crumpled the paper into a ball.

Zhang Mung Bean had already seen it, and she thrust her hand into her waist, "Today is your birthday." ”

"Hmm. Liu Zhipan responded sullenly.

"Why don't you go and play with your friends on your birthday?"

He doesn't speak.

"Ah~ You don't have any friends! Why don't you have any friends?"

Liu Zhipan looked at her, his chest rising and falling.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry. I'll be your friend, can I give you a gift? Don't hide and cry. ”

"What are you going to give?" Liu Zhipan had a little more expectation in his eyes.

"My Mobao!" she said, picking up her pen and brushing the painting he had used on the rest of the paper.

Drew a Liu Zhiban with a her.

"Now! In the future, I will give you a pair for every birthday of yours. Keep it well, and when I become famous, I'll sell it!"

"That's it, ugly ......"

Although it is said that it will be sent every year, Zhang Mung Bean has not been sent since he was fourteen years old.

But in the future, she won't have a chance to send it.