"Is that really the case?" Zhou Xiaodie listened to the words of the wine boy, and looked at the dead Xiaomo with a little worry, hoping to get a positive answer from him. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info Xiao Mo snorted and nodded slightly.

"How is this good?" Seeing that Xiao Mo had the same opinion, she was even more uneasy.

"What's good? Fluttershy. At this time, Ming Jishi came out of the back room, and he had a few medicinal herbs in his hand.

"No, it's nothing ......" Zhou Xiaodie saw him come out, thinking about Miss's situation in her heart, and didn't want to talk about anything else, so she changed the topic and said:

"Doctor, when will my young lady get better?"

"Girl, don't worry, after your young lady eats this medicine I prescribed, she will be fine tomorrow!" Ming Jishi lifted the medicine in his hand and replied confidently.

"In that case, Doctor, you should quickly decoct the medicine, and Miss Zhou will be less tortured. Seeing that he was so confident, the wineman spoke beside him.

"Yes, yes, let's go here!" said that, Ming Jishi turned into the dining room again and went to decoct medicine for Zhou Youniang.

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Mingjia Village, a village that has existed for nearly a hundred years, was slaughtered overnight, and the survivors are not known except for the famous Jishi, who else survived?

After Ming Jishi decocted Zhou Youniang's medicine, he once again devoted himself to the work of burying his neighbors. Every time he sees a neighbor who fell in a pool of blood, Mingjishi always has to lament in his heart, from now on, he will be the only one in the famous village, and loneliness may accompany him all his life, and all the things of the past will become a cloud.

As for the three of them, they naturally helped the famous Jishi to bury them together, time gradually passed in the process of searching for the corpse and burying the corpse, the sun was setting, and the remnant sun was like blood!

With the help of a few deceased people, after an afternoon, Ming Jishi finally put all the people in the village into the ground, concentrated in the woods at the end of the village, and arranged five hundred and eight graves in one place, and a heavy heart permeated the hearts of several people, and the fragility of life was nothing more than this.

Mingji Shi had a white veil wrapped around his forehead, and stood among the graves in a daze.

"Five hundred and eight, five hundred and eight...... "Ming Jishi muttered in his mouth, "Why five hundred and eight...... Where is the other one?"

The sound of footsteps came from behind him, but he stopped when he walked closer, and then Zhou Xiaodie's voice sounded: "Doctor Ming, please mourn, it's night, Doctor Ming should go back to the village with me!"

"Yes, night is coming, rest in peace, folks!" Mingji Shiyu turned around, looked at Zhou Xiaodie, and said, "Miss Xiaodie, let's go!"

"Hmm. Zhou Xiaodie replied softly, and the two headed towards the village. When the two of them returned to the house of Mingji at the head of the village, the wine boy and the deceased Xiao Mo had already prepared dinner and were just waiting for the meal to start.

When he returned home and couldn't see the graves that grieved him, Mingjishi's mood gradually improved. At the dinner table, the wine boy saw that Mingjishi's sadness gradually faded, and he couldn't help asking: "Famous doctor, you are the only one left in this famous family village in the future, what are the plans of the unknown doctor?"

"Plans?" Ming Jishi lowered his head and thought for a while, shook his head and said, "I don't know. ”

"Doesn't the famous doctor plan to leave the famous village to live outside?" the wine boy heard his answer, so he spoke.

"Outside...... Ming Jishi hesitated for a moment, and then said: "I spent the first half of my life here, and now my family and clan have been killed, I want to stay here to accompany them, I am afraid that they will be lonely." ”

"This ...... All right. When the wineman saw him say this, he stopped persuading. He was afraid that Ming Jishi would live alone here, and wanted to persuade him to find a place to live outside, but since people didn't mean it, he could only give up.

After everyone had dinner, Xiao Mo and the others stayed in Mingjishi's house, but fortunately, the room in Mingjishi's house was spacious, and there were still three rooms available, otherwise a few people would have to live in those 'vacant rooms' outside. There are three rooms, one room for the deceased Xiaomo and the wine boy, and one room for Zhou Xiaodie and Zhou Youniang.

Dead Xiao Mo entered the room, it was still early at this time, he did not fall asleep immediately, but went up to the bed and sat cross-legged, seemingly preparing to practice some internal strength. Whether it is to find the revenge of the man in black who attacked Sanssouci Valley, or to return to Lin'an to find Xiao Baoxue's hatred of the sword, these require him to have high strength as a basis, so Death Xiaomo will not let go of any opportunity to increase his strength.

During the meditation, Xiao Mo did not know that his body gradually changed, and his eyes began to glow with a strange green glow, which was strange and evil.

At this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the door, and the footsteps got closer and closer, and finally stopped at the door.

"Tuk tuk!"

A knock sounded in the silent night, followed by the voice of the famous Jishi:

"Dead son, I'll bring you a futon," but the dead Xiao Mo didn't answer, Ming Jishi was silent for a while, and knocked on the door again:

"Dead boy, although it is summer now, but the night in the mountains is cold, you better open the door, I will put down the bedding and leave, I have already sent it to the wine boy, and I will send one to Miss Fluttershy later!"

Being noisy by him, the dead Mo in the room raised his head, the faint green light in his eyes was extremely penetrating, and he looked straight at the door.

"Dead son, if you don't answer, I'll come in by myself," Ming Jishi said with a slight force in his hand, but Xiao Mo didn't lock the door, and after he pushed it like this, it creaked open.

"Is the dead son here?"

Ming Jishi poked his head in, and when he saw the dead little Mo sitting cross-legged on the bed, he was relieved, and then Ming Jishi squeezed half of his body forward, squeezing the half-open door wider. He stepped into the room, holding a futon in his arms.

"Dead son, I'll put the futon here, if you feel cold, take it and build it yourself!" Although he entered the room under his own name, Xiao Mo didn't say a word to him. But during the day, he had already seen the character of the dead Xiao Mo, and knew that the dead Xiao Mo was a man of few words, and he didn't feel strange that he was famous for helping the world, but he came to a table in the room with the futon, ready to put the futon down and leave.

"Kill!" a deep voice sounded.

Ming Jishi, who felt wrong, turned around and saw that it was Xiao Mo who had come to his side at some point, and the green glow in his eyes was strange and chilling. Ming Jishi, who had never seen such a scene, was so frightened that he burst his throat and shouted:

"Ahh

"Kill!" A low killing sound came from Xiao Mo's mouth again, but he saw Wuhua's sword shadow waving across Ming Jishi's neck.

"Uh...... Uh......" Ming Jishi raised a hand and pointed at Xiao Mo, wanting to say something, but because of the leakage of air in his throat, he couldn't say it completely. Unwilling to believe that death had come, he put his hand on his neck again, but no matter how he tried to cover it, he still couldn't stop the gushing blood.

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