Chapter Eighty-Seven: Elm Grove

For the first time, Chiyou felt that it was very unwise to come this time. For the first time, I regretted my presumptuousness.

He should not have followed, he should have acted as he was told.

Some were jealous of Xuanyuan, followed Di Jun, and escorted the five divisions of Bashan to the south.

It's not that I regret being beaten by Jiuzi.

It's not because of a pervert like Lethe, and as powerful as Candle Yin, and it's impossible to be because of Ping Ping, Bi Fang.

It's just that he suddenly found out that he was going to become crazy and became a little abnormal.

Crazy people are contagious, and walking with crazy people will eventually become crazy and become abnormal.

What's more, he is still following two crazy people, two abnormal people, and they are both stronger than him, so that he can't resist.

"There's another madman here. The prodigal son said lightly and held back a smile.

Xuan Ming turned his head and asked, "How much wine has he drunk?" ”

"It's just a gourd, I'm afraid even an ordinary strong man can digest it, with the magical powers of Yu's predecessors......"

Chi You replied truthfully, I thought that Xuan Ming wanted to ask the prodigal son if he was drunk, and in the end, he felt that something was wrong.

Because this is impossible, impossible, he smelled it very clearly, this is the most ordinary mortal wine, not the heavenly jade liquid, even if it is included in the amount of the five lakes, it will not be drunk with the prodigal feather.

"Today is August 15. Xuan Ming asked.

There are some inexplicable questions, I can't understand the two seniors in front of me, they are always machine guns, they only dare to put their beaks in their hearts, and they are as honest as ever.

"Yes, the predecessor of the prodigal son Yu also asked before, and he also muttered to himself what is the birthday of the Taiyin Star Lord or something, and it will be like this after speaking. ”

Anyway, Chiyou didn't understand, and he also understood that he didn't need to understand, so he stated it honestly.

Xuan Ming turned his head to the prodigal son, two expressionless people were looking at each other, they have always been confidants, Zhu Rongcheng began to meet for the first time, so he also understood each other.

"You're drunk. ”

Wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk, Xuan Ming is sure that the heart of the prodigal son Yu must be drunk, and he knows that the prodigal son Yu sometimes the wine will become very bad, and he will definitely go crazy with alcohol.

"I'm going crazy too. ”

said it expressionlessly, as if talking about others, at this time, I'm afraid that only Xuan Ming can make him answer, a madman understands a madman, Chi You is a normal person, although he also has some perverseness, but he is still a normal person.

A madman who is already somewhat sober is still a madman, although Xuan Ming is not as dead and silent as before, he is still a madman.

When he wished Rongcheng again, the prodigal son Yu had already gone crazy, Xuan Ming remembered it very clearly, and continued to be drunk the next night, but he was not crazy, so he understood, and gently pointed his hand to the northwest corner.

"There's an elm forest there, it's quite big, it's a good fit. ”

A madman is very destructive, even if it is a drunken maniac, so a suitable venue is needed, and a strong madman needs a greater venue.

The prodigal son feather can only be free and uninhibited, and he will never go crazy, and it is not the prodigal son feather who is crazy, but a noble and poor man, who will become a family man, a home that he cannot return to, a home that he can wake up from midnight.

It was the shadow hidden in the deepest part of his heart, a secret, a secret that no one could see, and even the closest people didn't want to.

That is his most vulnerable, helpless, and crazy side, the side that no one has ever known, and even Concubine Mi has not really seen the side, which may be too damaging to his image, so the prodigal son Yu has to hide while he is still sober.

Xuan Ming had already helped him choose a place, and walked towards the forest without looking back, and he didn't look at the two people beside him, probably in a hurry.

All that was left for Xuan Ming and Chi You was a back, the back of a black silk and white shirt, a back that was a little trembling, moving his steps with difficulty, and hiding firmly in the forest.

In Chi You's heart, the prodigal son feather will always be free and uninhibited, always with a spring smile on his face, and always lazy and optimistic, this is not the prodigal son, the prodigal son is not like this, the prodigal son should be dissolute.

The prodigal son Yu Chi on this side doesn't like it, just a back, you can feel the dead silence in it, the dead silence is heavy, it is a corpse that can walk, a living corpse, a corpse with a sad heart, crying.

Chi You cried, just a little Yan Shan's back made Chi You, who has always been very strong, cry, infected Chi You, who had never cried, and just left the mother body and stared at a pair of tiger eyes, with a face of perseverance.

It's very uncomfortable, it turns out that crying is like this, my heart is so sad, what a strange feeling.

"Gonggong, are we just waiting here?"

Chiyou with a crying voice is very cute, less fierce, less high-spirited, just a child, a cute child.

Xuan Ming's face also rarely showed softness, which was difficult to detect.

"You can call me Xuan Ming directly, or Brother Xuan Ming, it's better to listen to it. ”

Xuan Ming's coldness is only for foreign races, and it has always been very good for the human race, especially when he sees promising juniors, no matter how cold Xuan Ming is, he will always show his expectations, grow faster, and be able to share more, just a few hundred years have also made Xuan Ming a little tired, and he has repaid his debts for hundreds of years, but after the debts are gone, what he left behind is not easy.

It's gloomy and sad.

The ecstasy is just a farewell, the young Chi You has not yet met the person who needs his lifelong protection, so he doesn't understand the pain, but he can see Xuan Ming's heartache.

The heartache makes people can't bear to refuse, even if they trespass, Chiyou can't bear to refuse.

"Xuan...... Brother Xuanming, can we only watch here?"

The figure of the prodigal son feather has slowly fallen into the forest, and the elm is sensen, disappearing in front of him, and he stumbled into it, which is too worrying.

"He's good. "Xuan Ming is very calm.

Chi You still couldn't bear to say, "Aren't we going to take a look?"

At this time, the prodigal son feather should need to be accompanied by relatives and friends, Chi You can feel that the prodigal son feather is good to him, and he feels that he should do something.

"You want to die. "It's not swearing, it's not cursing, it's just stating the facts.

Choked Chi You, ignorant, unable to understand the deep meaning at all, and wanted to ask, but caught a trace of concern in Xuan Ming's eyes.

Although he still doesn't know why, what to do with death, but Chi You knows that Xuan Ming will definitely not harm him, nor will he harm the prodigal son, he must have a reason to say this, and he can only stand silently, anxious in his heart, and there is nothing he can do, if he is stronger, he can help, at least he will not be so ignorant, and he can't even find out why.

A crazy roar rippled through the forest, and it only lingered in the elm forest, tearing the heart, but not a trace could be heard outside the forest.

But Chi You also noticed that it was not to hear, but to see, and the scene that the blind could see, made his heart even more uneasy, and ignorance made people uneasy.

Countless birds and finches swarmed out of the forest, scattered all over the sky, and immediately flew all around, and a vigorous sound came, and all beasts rushed out together, and foxes and hares ran side by side.

Fools can see what's wrong, Chi You is not a fool, he wants to go and see, but he doesn't dare.

His eldest brother Xuanming, the Gonggong clan will definitely not be untargeted, let alone lie to him, something must be going on inside, and something must have happened to the prodigal son.

But he couldn't get closer.

Close only to death.