Chapter 22： Starry sky

One ​​key fragment, Xu Xingzhi one of the first two big.

He pointed to himself: "Would you like to take me?"

Meng Zhongguang is eager to get closer: "Does the brothers don't want to be with the heavy light?"

Xu Xingzhi was originally the person who created Meng Zhongguang. After these days, Xu Xingzhi had a clearer understanding of Meng Zhongguang's maneuverability.

——This is a squid, and it’s okay to touch the hair. It’s a little disobedient, and he may go crazy.

Xu Xingzhi feared that he would say "I don't want to", he would use his silver chain to wrap his neck on the spot, and while he was twisting, he would cry and ask why he didn't want to.

However, he did not want to go. First, he did not want to see Meng Zhongguang occupying the key fragments but could do nothing. Secondly, he was afraid that the number of wilderness would be too great. He couldn’t wait for him to escape from this place.

Xu Xingzhi tried to refuse: "I will only drag my legs now."

Meng Zhongguang smiled very sweetly, holding his hands in the clothes of Xu Xing, whispered: "It doesn't matter, heavy light is willing to be dragged by the brothers."

Xu Xingzhi’s heart was hit and he picked it up at a time.

Although Xu Xingzhi knows that there is a horror that does not blink, at the moment, he is still the pure and innocent boy in the original memory.

"My brothers follow me, I can feel at ease." Meng Zhongguang lay down on the bed and carefully twisted Xu Xingzhi's clothes belt. "The people of Jiuzhi Deng already know that the brothers are here. He is not dead to the brothers and thieves. Trying to get rid of the brothers, so the brothers can't stay here."

This reason is full, Xu Xingzhi is about to nod, listen to Meng Zhongguang continued: "... I will not let the brothers fall into the hands of anyone."

Thinking of myself going to leave in the future, Xu Xingzhi tried to say: "I will leave if I am going."

Meng Chongguang has a cold face: "Where does the brother want to go? Who are you looking for?"

This matter is unresolved and always a heart disease.

Xu Xingzhi’s heart is horizontal: “If I want to go later, will you kill me?”

After Meng Zhongguang’s silence for a long time, he whispered: "...It seems that the brothers still have no forgiveness."

Xu Xingzhi thought, this is not a matter of course. The original subject was guilty of the sorcerer's sin, and the pain of the bones was so painful that he had to rehabilitate with Meng Zhongguang in two days. Isn't it too fake? The original Lord is not Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Xu Xingzhi said: "This matter is for the time being. Give me an answer. If I help you out of the wild, I want to go to a place where no one can find it, will you send me?"

Meng Zhongguang did not speak, and the clothes belt in the palm of his hand changed slightly.

Xu Xingzhi half joked half-heartedly: "I don't want to? Will you kill me or cut my feet?"

"I won't hurt my brother." Meng Zhongguang whispered, "...I would rather burn myself than hurt my brother."

Xu Xingzhi is speechless.

What is this answer?

He wanted to fight, and Meng Zhongguang wanted a promise to send him back to the original world after he was out of the wild. In exchange, he would tell him where the wild key fragments are.

But after thinking about it, Xu Xingzhi found that he was really in the brain.

As for Meng Zhongguang, this wolf-scorpion character, even if he is now full of promises to himself, when he goes out, even if he packs himself into a small black house, Xu Xingzhi does not dare to have a temper.

The atmosphere solidified for a while.

After a long while, Xu Xingzhi sighed: "But it."

This "sudden" word is both about Meng Zhongguang and Xu Xingzhi himself.

Who told me to make a rumor and write about Meng Zhongguang.

Meng Zhongguang also knew that this topic was not very pleasant, and he took the initiative to expose this page.

His fingers crawled up cautiously along the belt, hooked the tail fingers of Xu Xing, and showed up poorly.

Meng Zhongguang really gave birth to a moving beauty of the gods to eat rice, Xu Xingzhi only glanced at immediately and immediately softened.

He has reason to believe that even if Meng Zhongguang tops this face to ask for food, he can rely on it to make a fortune.

The stiff atmosphere was slightly scattered, and Meng Zhongguang said: "If the brothers are asleep, just go out and blow me out."

For Xu Xingzhi's solution, Meng Zhongguang led Xu Xingzhi out of the tower.

Inadvertently before leaving the tower, I still think about telling Meng Chongguang's Xu Xingzhi where the key fragments are located, just looking up and looking at it, I was shocked by the sight of the scene.

The original gray sky was full of broken stars, starlight, and the light sea was leaking. The coldness of the court was like a smoky water, and the nearby hills were buried in the middle.

There is a magnificent Xinghai that has captured the dark and clear sky nearby.

Xu Xingzhi thought it was an illusion, and he tried to make sure that what he saw was non-virtual.

Xu Xingzhi was shocked and happy: "Is this?"

Meng Zhongguang couldn't help but reveal a proud little expression: "This is what I did for my brother."

Xu Xingzhi: "...how are you..."

Meng Zhongguang answered very easily: "It's pretty barren, but there will always be some Lingshi output."

Wen Yan, Xu Xingzhi's face changed slightly.

Before entering the wilderness, Xu Xingzhi had a lot of interest, read many books on the side of the door, and combined with the original memory. He knew that Lingshi is a must-have for the cultivation of the Xian family. It requires the aura of heaven and earth, the original stone of the hundred years and the nourishment of pure dew. Can produce a piece.

The general quality of the Lingshi is hard to find, more than a dozen will be enough for an ordinary monk to speed up the cultivation process, and the good Lingshi is rare as Baoyu.

The rareness of Lingshi is often judged by brightness, clear and crystal clear, pure and dust-free, can be called a product, the brightness decreases, the value is reduced.

In the mortal world, a good stone is enough to become the treasure of a town shop in an antique shop. It is difficult to change the gold. It is so, there are countless rich people scrambling to collect, want to absorb the aura, longevity and longevity .

The wild land is a prison for exiles. Although it has existed for thousands of years, it is not enough for the sky, but it is very ugly. It is extremely difficult to produce good spirits, let alone the tigers and wolves, ghosts and beasts. Vertical and horizontal, which mountain has a monster guard, can not easily enter.

However, Meng Zhongguang used a good Lingshi and made a large starry sky around the tower.

Meng Zhongguang asked a little pleased: "Brother, do you like it?"

Xu Xingzhi only feels that the thousands of streamers on his body are warm and incomparable. It is not just the starlight, but the spiritual power that is pure and free of impurities.

Perhaps it is this infinite star light that is easy to cause people to have the illusion. Xu Xingzhi has a strange feeling that the body's meridians are smooth and the beads are running.

After some time, he came back to God and turned to look at Meng Zhongguang, who was looking forward to it.

Xu Xingzhi said: "Good, very beautiful."

Meng Zhongguang tightened his palms and raised his hand to grab Xu Xingzhi's hand. However, he changed his way and only pinched his sleeves. He shook like a spoiled child: "The brothers just like them."

Xu Xingzhi: "...How do you think about doing this?"

Meng Zhongguang is determined to look at Xu Xingzhi. The stars are falling in his eyes. The light is shining, and the beauty is dumb. "The brothers don't want to see the stars."

Xu Xingzhi: "..."

Until now, he remembered that before the sneak peek at the nine lights, they had complained to Meng Zhongguang about the wild sky, no moon, no monotony.

... I was just a letter of mouth, I got a starry sky.

Xu Xingzhi knows that this starry sky does not belong to himself. This kind of mind is bound by it, but when he sees such a magnificent star river, he is still difficult to hide his affection.

In addition, Xu Xingzhi thinks of a little squirrel who is very happy when he thinks about Meng Zhongguang, who has tried his best to collect Lingshi.

He couldn't help but laugh out loudly: "Why is this? I just mentioned one."

"I remember all the words of my brother." Meng Zhongguang took a shot of his own heart, as if the last sentence of Xu Xingzhi was also included. "I have not forgotten every sentence."

Xu Xingzhi is speechless, can only learn the original Lord in memory, caressing his hair: "I don't deserve your heart."

"worth it."

Meng Zhongguang did not think about the extraneous sounds in Xu Xingzhi’s words. He looked at Xu Xingzhi seriously and said, “Brother, I really want to exchange your body with you, let the brothers go to my body. So you can see How good are you in my eyes."

Xu Xingzhi's heartstrings are fretting, looking up at the sky, and the heart can't help but feel the emotions of such fathers and brothers, and at the same time doubt more about the things of the year.

Meng Zhongguang saw Xu Xingzhi's concentrated star, and ignored himself. The expression of the little milk dog that had been invited to reward gradually gradually converges, and the smile gradually disappeared: "... Brother, is the star beautiful?"

Xu Xingzhi: "Good-looking."

Meng Zhongguang grievances: "...Senior brother, you have taught me before, and it is not important to watch the scenery. The talents accompanying the viewing are more important."

Xu Xingzhi has never seen such a vast Xinghai collection in the world, and he replied casually: "Oh, is it?"

Meng Zhongguang: "..."

However, Meng Zhongguang mentioned that Xu Xingzhi really remembered one thing: "Where are they in Zhoubeinan? There are still Zhouwang, let them come out and see."

"They just already had enough." Meng Zhongguang’s voice was very unhappy. "I told them to go back to the room and enjoy it."

Xu Xingzhi said: "That would be good. Awang has grown up in the wild, and should have never seen such a good star."

Meng Zhongguang secretly gritted his teeth, and looked up at the sea star for a while. When he spoke again, the voice actually brought a bit of evil: "... Brother, would you like to see a better star?"

Xu Xingzhi: "... eh?"

Waiting for him to come back to God, he felt a roar in the ear, and there was a lot of noise, like a mountain ghost, and then Xu Xingzhi looked at the starry sky that had flowed above the river. The red light of the volcanic lava came.

The starry sky burst, the stars fell, and the stone fell into a few pieces of shimmering gravel dust in half space, falling in a row, and marking a milky white meteor tail arc on the sky.

It was not until the first wave of dust fell to the palm of Xu Xing that he realized what Meng Zhongguang had done.

"...Meng Zhongguang?" Xu Xingzhi said incredulously, "Do you blow up the Lingshi? That is the Lingshi!"

Meng Zhongguang is a look of innocence: "I know."

Even if it wasn't the original owner, Xu Xingzhi had the urge to knock him on his head to teach him to be a man: "You are a ruin!"

Meng Zhongguang was unmoved, but it was even more mad. Under the light fingertips, there was another starry sky like a fireworks. The stars and rains fell down. When the land was about to land, the slightly larger pieces of Lingshi were In the fall, it burned into a burning pomegranate red, and finally fell on the Qingxi White Rock, and the sound disappeared.

Meng Zhongguang turned to look at Xu Xingzhi and said seriously: "I don't like the brothers staring at the same thing for too long."

Xu Xingzhi: "..."

Meng Zhongguang’s eyes are sincere and lovely, which makes him even more ridiculous when he says it is ridiculous: “...the brother only needs to look at me for a long time.”

Xu Xingzhi was speechless and sighed: "...is really a waste."

... In this world, this is equivalent to playing tens of thousands of gold.

Meng Zhongguang smiled: "If the brothers still want to see the stars, I will go up again."

Xu Xingzhi immediately dissuaded: "You have to get it, don't. If you blow it again."

"The brothers don't have to worry about this." Meng Zhongguang said, "The brothers want to watch the fireworks several times. I can let the brothers see it a few times. As long as it is what the brothers want, the light will be found anyway."

... This is true.

The furnishings in Xu Xing's room can't be found in the wild, especially the wide carved wooden bed. The carvings on the side of the road must be carved out by someone.

In the memory of the original Lord, in addition to the original Lord, only those who slept on the bed were Meng Zhongguang.

And such a degree of reduction can only prove that when Meng Zhongguang did not know the original master, he studied the bed for thousands of times, and even the direction of the lotus flower stamen was not much different from the original.

... Xu Xingzhi suddenly envied the original owner of this body.

In order to distract this strange emotion, he looked at the sky again.

The Lingshi, which is worthy of the city, is still falling down. The extremely pure spirits that have spread out are pouring down, and the towers are completely covered. The limbs of Xu Xing are all infected with this aura, and even the folding fan held by the left hand is revealed. A layer of warm, thin light comes.

I don't know how long it took, the remnant of Lingshi disappeared in the air, leaving only the cold moon of the dragonfly shining and heating.

Xu Xingzhi’s starlight was only slightly relieved of the painful feeling.

He mentioned the matter to Meng Zhongguang: "When are we going?"

Until now, he did not know how long he slept in the room.

It’s been a long time since the spies of Jiuzhi’s lamp were caught. If they don’t leave, I’m afraid they will meet with the chasing troops sent by Jiuzhi.

Meng Zhongguang knew Xu Xingzhi's worries and took the initiative to hold his hand: "It's okay, the brothers just need to sleep enough. Someone dares to come, I will..."

Halfway through the words, Meng Zhongguang suddenly heard the sound and was surprised.

His fingers just arrived at a large hole in the wrist of Xu Xing, and he could no longer move.

After a while, Meng Zhongguang raised his eyes in amazement: "... brother?"

"How?" Xu Xingzhi heard the voice of Meng Zhongguang is a little weird, "What happened?"

Meng Zhongguang tightened his wrists and let Xu Xingzhi take a breath of air with his strength: "Brother, are you yelling at me?"

The author has something to say: Re-lighting: for the brothers to blow the Lingshi, I feel beautiful.