Carefree, who had been acting as a background beside him, pointed at himself in astonishment and said, "I, big brother, you're not mistaken, are you?

Mei Ziming smiled: "Why not?"

"I'm only eighteen years old・・・・・・"

"Age is not an issue. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"I'm 1.73 meters tall・・・・・・"

"Height is not a gap. ”

Mu Xian looked at Wuwu and said, "I remember that your name is Xiao Wuwu?"

"Yes, you gave me this forgetfulness. ”

Mu Xian nodded and said, "Well, I remember you, but why does the Mei Gang Master feel that he can be carefree?"

Mei Ziming smiled and pointed to the forgetfulness in front of him and said, "Because of this sword." ”

Carefree and stunned, he picked it up and said without sorrow: "Because of it?"

"Or else?"

"Ahaha・・・・・・・ I thought you had something wrong with your sexual orientation. ”

Mu Xian said: "Can Gang Master Mei explain the reason?"

Mei Ziming smiled and said: "Reason, General Muxian, you know best in your heart, you are the one who sent the sword." ”

Mu Xian looked at the teacup in front of him and was silent.

Mei Ziming smiled and said: "How to arrange, General Mu Xian is in charge of himself, and he just made a suggestion." ”

Mu Xian raised his head, stared at Wu Wu, and said slowly: "Can you afford this sword?"

Worry-free was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously grabbed the forgetful sorrow and threw it back and forth with both hands, and said in amazement: "It's okay, isn't it just two catties and six taels?

Mu Xian pondered for a moment and said, "I can't afford it." ”

Ignoring Wuwu's stunned expression, Mu Xian continued to ask, "Is this sword comfortable for you to hold?"

"It's ・・・・・・ comfortable. ”

Mu Xian said: "I'm uncomfortable holding it." ”

Wu Wu felt that General Mu Xian in front of him was talking strangely, and suddenly thought of whether Mu Xian was talking about forgetting that Forget Sorrow would suck blood, so he hurriedly pulled out Forget Sorrow and said, "General, do you mean that this sword will suck blood?"

Mu Xian looked at the forgetfulness in front of him that had changed from the original light blue to the current demonic bright red, and said softly: "This sword is still yours after all." ”

"My?" said Sanssouci in surprise.

Mu Xian exhaled a long breath of turbidity, as if he had let go of something, and said: "That day, when I saw you, this sword was trembling in itself, so I wondered if it wanted to follow you, or it was tired of me and wanted to leave me, so I gave this sword to you." ”

Carefree exclaimed: "Is it because of this?"

"And・・・・・・ you are his apprentice. Mu Xian spoke with a hint of sadness in his tone.

Worry-free was silent, and Worry-free knew who Mu Xian was talking about, the cheap master who taught him to practice swords for three months, Mu Xian's father.

"I heard Ye Wenshan say that he told you a lot of things before leaving. ”

Wu Wu looked at Mu Xian in front of him, and his face, which was originally tired from a big battle and just controlled his injuries, showed a trace of sadness, and persuaded with some loss: "General, please mourn and change." ”

Mu Xian said in a deep voice: "I will mourn, but I will not change." ”

Wuwu looked at Mu Xian, hesitated again and again, and finally did not say anything and continued to talk about the father and son.

"What did he say?"

He said・・・・・・ What is this pain in the wind and rain. ”

Mu Xian muttered and repeated: "What kind of pain is this pain in the wind and rain・・・・・・"

"What is this pain ・・・・・・・・・・・・ in the wind and rain?"

Mei Ziming and Wuwu looked at Mu Xian who was muttering worriedly, and the surrounding aura became turbulent as Mu Xian kept muttering and repeating, cold and angry!

"What?!" Mu Xian asked herself as she stood up with a twisted face.

"My beloved, in front of me******** my beloved, I have been looking for ten years without a trace. ”

"What kind of pain is this???

"No matter how chaotic the world is, it can't be counted as wind and rain, all living beings are dead, it can't be counted as wind and rain, my wind and rain have ceased to exist ten years ago!"

As Mu Xian angrily asked and answered himself, the house began to tremble like an earthquake, and delicate decorations fell from the table, and the three people in the room felt extremely depressed because of Mu Xian's anger, especially Mei Ziming.

"Poof, ~~~ Under the pressure of the murderous aura like substance, Mei Ziming, who was already seriously ill, couldn't bear it at first, spit out a mouthful of blood, and weakly persuaded him: "General Muxian ・・・・・・ calm down." ”

Mu Xian, who was immersed in the tragic fate of his lover, was furious when he noticed that Mei Ziming was spitting blood, so he came to his senses, and hurriedly stepped forward to support Mei Ziming and instill internal strength in him.

Mei Ziming is not an ancient martial artist, and the meridians are even more fragile and precarious under the torture of illness, Mu Xian hurriedly shouted outside the house after briefly probing Mei Ziming's body: "Someone!"

Mei Ziming had ordered in advance that no one was allowed to enter, and when he noticed something strange outside the house, the ghost old man who had been impatient and wanted to rush into the house suddenly broke into the door, and when he saw Mei Ziming, who was panting rapidly after vomiting blood, he hurriedly took out a pill from his arms and put it in Mei Ziming's mouth.

Mu Xian knew that Mei Ziming vomited blood because of himself, so he hurriedly asked, "Ghost Elder, what kind of elixir is this?"

The ghost elder glanced at Mu Xian with murderous aura, and said coldly: "Soul Returning Pill." ”

"Soul Returning Pill?!" Mu Xian was shocked.

"What kind of illness is Gang Leader Mei, and he actually wants to use the Soul Rejuvenation Pill used to save his life?"

The ghost old man was about to answer, but was stopped by Mei Ziming, who had eased his breath a little, and said weakly: "It's okay, it's just a dying disease." ”

The ghost old man helped Mei Ziming to sit back in the wheelchair, and witnessed the worry-free feeling that he had just recovered from Mu Xian's pressure on the side, and then he found that this young friend gang leader was actually disabled in both legs, although his legs were still there, but he couldn't use his strength at all, no wonder he had to sit in a wheelchair all the time.

Mei Ziming coughed heavily, coughed up blood again, and was caught by the quick-eyed ghost old man with a handkerchief, the ghost old man looked at the seriously ill Mei Ziming, and said with tears: "Helper, even if the old man begs you, please take care of your body, don't worry about these things anymore!"

Mei Ziming waved his hand, took the handkerchief in the ghost old man's hand and put it to his mouth, coughed up blood again, coughed up blood, smiled far-fetchedly, and said weakly: "It's okay, it's not too late to go." ”

"Helper・・・・・・

"Ghost old man, bring the wine!"

The ghost old man looked at Mei Ziming in surprise, and knelt down with a plop of his legs, and the old man hissed in tears: "Helper, your body is important!"

Outside the courtyard, the fifty ancient warriors and other ordinary members of the Youzai Gang who noticed the change in the house knelt outside the house one after another, and hissed with red eyes: "Gang leader, your body is important!"

Mei Ziming leaned over, looked at the people outside the house, grinned slightly, and raised his voice: "Bring the wine!"