"They are innocent. Zhuang Nanjia shook his head and sighed, "But he unconsciously became an accomplice to the blasphemer." ”

Yan Sanlang's gaze moved from Ming An to Zhuang Nanjia: "Where did you get this magic stone?"

"Linlang Market, of course. Zhuang Nanjia said with a smile, "There are often some strange treasures there, as long as you have good eyesight, you don't have to worry about finding them." He turned to Ming An, "How have you been doing all these years?"

"Thanks to Mr. Magic's Stone, it's good. "Ming'an is solemn," the priest's control over civilians has become stricter, and more and more people have been arrested. But...... People without us. ”

Zhuang Nanjia's smile faded: "There are many people who have been arrested, you didn't help them?"

"Don't dare. There are too many people, I can't ......," Ming An licked his lips, "I can't reveal the secret of the magic stone." ”

Yan Saburo understood his thoughts at once.

Humans are the most complex creatures in any world. The more people Ming An saves with the magic stone, the greater the danger of exposing himself and the existence of the magic stone.

He had to assess the number of people and the security, striking a balance between that.

Compared to other simple civilians of the Tibetan Realm, Ming An was much more ruthless. The source of this coldness is that this world has lifted the veil of warmth and affection, allowing him to see the tip of the iceberg of the truth.

Cruel and unforgiving truth.

Zhuang Nanjia nodded: "So, there are not many of you now?"

"Not much. Ming An hesitated, but still answered him, "There are only a few dozen people." ”

Chitose saw disappointment in Zhuang Nanjia's eyes. He left for sixty years, and then returned to the Hidden Nation, but the rebel forces among the mortals were not fully developed.

Ming An stared at him even more tightly and said, "Mr. Zhuang, I have always had a question. ”

"Say it. That little disappointment was fleeting, and Zhuang Nanjia had a harmless and warm smile on his face. That smile was very contagious, and Hu Cheng also relaxed, "I know everything." ”

Everything...... It's weird. Chitose secretly rolled her eyes.

"I wanted to ask five years ago. Ming An said in a condensed voice, "You are a seafarer, and you have nothing to do with us, why are you willing to help us?" The gods wanted them to give selflessly, but the more he understood this world, the more he understood that there would be no goodness for no reason in this world, and there would be no help for no reason.

"I'm also entrusted. ”

When this sentence came out, including Yan Saburo and Chitose, they were all curious. Chitose couldn't help but ask, "To, whose To?"

Yan Saburo tugged at the corners of her sleeves. They said in advance that they would not dismantle Zhuang Nanjia's platform.

Zhuang Nanjia didn't hear it, and he didn't raise his eyebrows: "Do you remember your father, Mingfu." ”

"Yes. Ming An was a little surprised, "My father died ten years ago, rolling off a cliff and dying. ”

Zhuang Nanjia's next sentence made him stunned: "He didn't die." ”

But the old man then waved his hand: "At least he didn't die at the time." ”

Hu Cheng looked at this, then at that, and whispered, "What happened?"

"Ten years ago, his daughter returned from a market, but was dragged into the forest by a seafarer. Do you remember the atrocities that lasted for an hour?"

Ming An clenched his fists: "Remember, if I can't find this person, I must kill him to avenge my sister!"

"It's not your turn. Zhuang Nanjia said, "Your father has killed him." ”

The two Hideaways changed color together: "What!"

Hu Cheng was whipped for offending the seafarers, not to mention killing the guests of the gods. It is a capital crime, a capital crime that must go to purgatory!

"Ming Fu rioted and killed, knowing that he was going to die, but there was also luck in the misfortune, the seafarer was almost the same as him. Zhuang Nanjia let out a sigh, "At that time, your sister was already unconscious, so he carried her to the dense forest and hid her, exchanged clothes with the seafarer, and then chopped up the person's face, pushed him to the bottom of the cliff, and walked away with a robe and mask. ”

Ming An lost his voice and said: "He, is he ......?"

"Yes. He disguised himself as a seafarer and escaped from the Hidden Nation with the man's pass to our world. Zhuang Nanjia said gently,

"There, he ran a big business. ”

Ming An was speechless for a long time.

Or Hu Cheng asked on his behalf: "And then?"

"He rescued my father on a business trip, and the two became friends and talked about everything, and later he was invited by my father to live in my house for two years. Zhuang Nanjia showed a look of nostalgia on his face, "But ah, the older people get, the more nostalgic they become, and the more your father misses his family in the Tibetan country." But at that time, he also understood that he would never have a chance to return to the Hidden Kingdom in this life. ”

"He has no children in the world, and before he died, he entrusted his father with the Fog Hidden Order for the passage through the Hidden Country, hoping that my family would have the opportunity to help his family. Zhuang Nanjia spread his hands and said, "So, that magic stone is just a thank you gift, thank you father for saving my father." ”

He patted Ming An's shoulder and said seriously: "People should not live in ignorance. Wherever you need my help, just ask. Still, be quick. He smiled bitterly, "The passage to the human world will soon be closed." ”

Ming An was silent for a longer time before asking Zhuang Nanjia: "Why did Mr. Zhuang find me?"

He is so upright, Zhuang Nanjia is not easy to speak.

Sixty years of not seeing, this commoner has grown a lot. But he still smiled: "Do you want to go to the world?" ”

Ming An was stunned: "What?"

Hu Cheng was even more stunned: "Go to the world?"

"Yes, to the human world. Zhuang Nanjia said, "That world is wonderful, there are no blasphemers, no oppression, and no priests. Your father can mix like a fish in water, and so can you. ”

Hu Cheng looked at Ming An, and his eyes lit up: "Uncle Ming?"

Zhuang Nanjia continued to induce: "The gold, silver and jewelry, which are as cheap as dung here, are crowded by everyone outside, as long as you take a little out, you can live a splendid life of clothes to stretch out your hands and food to open your mouth, and be a superior person, no longer oppressed, no longer have to endure hardships." ”

"What, don't you have to do it yourself?" Hu Cheng swallowed, his heart full of longing. In the Tibetan country, he worked all day long, tired like a dog, and in exchange for only a few bowls of porridge and rice every day.

"No, I don't. Zhuang Nanjia smiled at him, "As long as you take these things out." ”

Ming An said in a deep voice: "There are so many brothers, I can't leave them behind. ”

"Do you want to take them out with you?" Zhuang Nanjia vetoed without even thinking about it, "No! Dozens of people are pretending to be seafarers, and the target is too big, and the priest will definitely find out." ”

Ming An was silent and thought carefully.

There was a moment of silence in the room, as if the air had frozen.