MTL - Ostentatious Zhao Yao-Chapter 33

Back to the Dust Mountain, I directly brought Mo Qing and Sima Rong to Gu Shuguang.

Just fell into the yard, Gu Shuguang was wrapped in a snow cloak, a small appearance, sleepy, hair scattered, looks a little cute. But his eyes turned around on Sima Rong and Mo Qing's face, and his eyes faded. He made a few sharp points and frowned slightly. "What is this?"

Mo Qingdao: "Take him a cure."

Gu Shuguang asked a question: "Give him a cure?"

"Give him a cure." The tone is firm. Gu Shuguang licked his lips and went back to the room to take the gold needle.

I glanced at the back of the ink green, his spine was still quite straight, if not the lip color is slightly pale, I can not see that he is different from usual.

I and Mo Qingdao: "Master, I used to take some things in the small courtyard of Sima Rong in Fengzhou City. I went to see it and I will come back later." I don't give Mo Qing a chance to ask me carefully. Leave for an instant.

I think, if I am standing there now, Mo Qing will not let Gu Shuguang cure him. He wants to hide his injury from me... I don’t want to let me know that he was injured because of taking the sword, afraid that I will hold it. Sword, not at ease.

I fell into the small courtyard of Sima Rong, but the onlookers outside the alley were cleared, and there were dark Luo Wei in the house to clean up the lights. Seeing me, they all bowed their heads and did not talk much. They did what they were doing. I went to the backyard and hid my body in the room where the wood was stored. Seeing the suffocation in the hospital is still growing and thicker.

And the little round face has not hit the wall, I found a circle in the courtyard, and finally went to the lobby. But see Xiaoyuan’s face sitting in Sima Rong’s wheelchair, holding his legs and burying his face in his knees. A grievance like a black cloud overflowed: “Give me back... give him back to me.” She has always been Speaking.

"Sima Rong was saved."

As soon as I said this, she turned to look at me, and her appearance was a shock to me. The black hair is scattered, just like those grievances become solid, tears in the face, dark eyes in the eyes, no white eyes, pale face, black lips, hands holding the knees, black nails grow long . Describe horrible.

I pressed my emotions and tried to calm down the waveless narrative: "He saved it, but his body was a little uncomfortable. He rested in the Dust Mountain. When the day was bright, he would come back."

Hearing this, the darkness in the small round face gradually receded, slowly recovering like an ordinary person: "When is it dawn?"

"Well, it’s going to be back in the morning, just wait for another hour."

"Wait another hour..." She looked at the sky outside and continued to bury her face in her knees. "I wait, Arong, I am waiting for you."

I calmed down this side, and it was inevitable that I was suspicious. I quickly put on my body and left the yard. Thinking about Gu Shuguang, he still had to dress up for a while, so he didn’t rush back.

I went to the lobby and helped me to smash a few sheets of paper scattered on the floor, but I saw the rune with a twist on the paper. It was a rune that I had never seen before. It was not a fairy, but it was vaguely revealed. A bit of evil. Is it a new way for young people?

I found a dark Luo Wei to ask: "What is the origin of the tying people, have you found out?"

"Returning to the girl, about the door of the fairy family, can be strange, can't see which one comes from, who is specifically instructed, and it is still unclear."

I nodded and handed the paper to him: "Do you know this?"

Dark Luo Wei shook his head.

I retired him, and I found it in the house for a while, and found some papers with such spells. I estimated that I would like to ask the small round face now. Her mental condition can’t be asked, but still Going back to the dusty mountain, I asked Sima Rong directly.

I looked up at the sky and it was bright. When I didn't have time to delay outside, I went to Gu Shuguang's yard in an instant. I could stand outside without rushing in. I went to the door and heard that Sima Rong was talking. I thought that the injury was almost cured, and I had time to chat.

I only pushed the door in. Sima Rongzheng said: "...it should be a Chinese in Xianmen."

Gu Shuguang gave me a look. Obviously, he felt that this occasion was not suitable for a former Xianmen disciple. But when both Mo Qing and Sima Rong did not say anything, he was silent.

I looked at Mo Qing, and under the candlelight, his face was better than that. I just turned around and listened to Sima Rong. "Listen to their sporadic conversations. Xu is misunderstanding that I have a life-returning technique."

Gu Shuguang gave a sneer from the medical god: "Return to life?"

Sima Rong also smiled helplessly: "In recent years, I lived in Fengzhou City, and I made some wood people. I was able to hide the soul of the dead into the wood, so that I can get back to life. Although... at the beginning, I also There is such a plan."

There was a silence in the room.

“Is it these things?” I handed the paper in my hand to Sima Rong, “The way you plan to make people come back to life.”

Sima Rong glanced at it and smiled bitterly: "Yeah. Those people came to me, it is estimated that it is for the rumors of these rumors. At that time, the body of the moon was left, but then I discovered that there is no life in this world. This kind of technique. If there is, I can't touch it."

I didn't speak.

"I didn't want to be reconciled at first. I wanted to find a way to make up and save it anyway. But later, I recognized it. I want to get her back, but she... maybe I don't want to stay with me. Or maybe. Now that I have started a new life, I thought about it, and I buried her body. After a long time, it was put down." Sima Rong looked at me. "After that, Rao is doing something, let me My heart is starting to wave again, and I don’t want to disturb her anymore."

I was silent for a while, and he told him in positive colors: "You can burn paper for her."

Sima Rong laughed: "Okay." He turned his eyes: "Dawn, I will send me back to Fengzhou City."

Gu Shuguang raised his eyebrows: "Go back so fast?"

"Don't dare to stay in the Dust Mountain."

Gu Yuguang silently gave him a moment to leave.

At this point, I turned my attention to the face of Mo Qing and asked him: "Master, why didn't the Xishan Lord dare to stay in the Dust Mountain?"

"He thought that the death of the doorman was his fault. After helping me stabilize the situation in Wanmen, he left the Dust Mountain and never returned to the mountain."

"Oh." I turned my eyes and said, "The West Mountain Lord is good to you."

Mo Qing gave me a look: "He is my same brother."

I am silent: "Ha?"

What, actually, is this still the case? I do not know how?

Ah, but it’s possible to think about it... When I took Mo Qing, I took it with me, and then I built Wanhaomen, then I gave it to a master, then I sang Sima Rong, and then I casually Pointed to a master...

It turned out that the master I gave them to them casually went to the same person!

No wonder the feelings are so good. It is also my fate.

But strangely, Sima Rongming has already climbed to the position of Xishan Master. If he is so good with Mo Qingqing, why not pull him? Although there was a seal on the body of the demon king in the dark, so that he had green marks on his face, it is difficult to practice. In comparison, it can only be regarded as a diligent general magic repair, but if the Xishan master has a heart to promote, just give it a finger. It’s no problem to give him a free time.

It’s easier than the gatekeeper! You must know that the mountain gates of that year were not the farmland where the spring breeze was blowing all over the wild...

The array of extreme cold and hot alternating causes the grass to be in front of the mountain and the environment is extremely bad.

According to the temperament of Sima Rong, the Wanshoumen were assisted by Mo Qing, why didn’t they help him in that year...

Or is it that Mo Qing is not willing to go?

I didn't have time to ask, and Mo Qing swept the sky outside and said: "Go back. I am tired tonight, so I have a rest."

He glared at me and went back to the no evil hall. When I turned to go, I also pulled him: "Master." I stared at him and said in a word, "You have to rest well." ”

A glimpse of the blue, the eyes softened: "Know it."

Back to the Dust Temple, waiting for me is standing in the middle of the temple, anger, and she pointed at my nose and replied: "The road is shaking! You are too much! How can you leave me alone! I If it is..."

I put her body on the bed, then rolled to the side, rolled out of her body, kneeling on one side, waving her hand without strength: "Don't make a noise, I will sleep, you will give me honestly." Meditate. "When I mentioned this, I thought about it before Mo Qing said that he would ask him to turn back to Yuan Dan in the future. He was busy with other things in such a day. He forgot this. I turned to look at it." Go and look for Lichen..."

I paused: "Forget it, look for it tomorrow."

Said to let him rest well.

But... why should I let him rest? Obviously, the more tired he is, the more he is injured, the more he is unable to recover, the more beneficial it is to me!

I sat up and looked at me and said, "No, you still..." I bite my teeth, and finally I only said it, "Forget it." These two words. I was kneeling on the bed again. For the first time, I felt that the body of the soul would have such a time of exhaustion.

Hey beside him, "The road is shaking, how do you have an idea for a while? Where did you go last night? Why don’t you really pick me up? I will wait for you for a long time!"

I don't care about her, her noise has become the background sound in my world, and all the thoughts of the brains are the rains of the previous Ling Shu, the scene where Mo Qing took my hand...

I slammed up from the bed again.

He was shocked: "You... you have to do..."

"I am going to the ghost market!"

God: "The sky is going to light up..."

"I drifted by myself, you meditate well, go to the office to burn paper in the afternoon, not allowed to be lazy!"

I blinked and followed me behind me: "I will blame you for a few words, not really blame you, you don't have to punish yourself for me..."

I tilted her a squint: "I bullied you, I laughed too late, why punish myself?" I said that I was justified and let me scream. "I just want to do something for myself. You stay."

I left the silent temple, and I couldn’t help but float into the temple of Mo Qing, but I saw him sitting in bed and closing his eyes and meditating. I hooked my lip and turned to the ghost city.

I have to inquire about some news, Sima Rong said that the resurrection of the dead, in the end there is no such possibility, there are those who are in the spirit of the mountain, the dead disciples who are married to Ma Rong, what are the roads.