Chapter 58： Staying up late

...... Who is he talking about? Nine lights?

Xu Xingzhi wiped the lips of the blood soaked for him.

Looking at the painful face, I was stunned by Xu Guang, and there was only pity left in my heart. It was like a father who brought a child from a young age. When I saw a child, I just wanted to make him happy: "Heavy light." ?"

Meng Chongguang’s eyebrows were lightly picking up, but he couldn’t wake up. He was only uncomfortable with his body turning around. The arm that had been opened by Xu Xing’s arm was struggling to hug Xu Xingzhi. However, only halfway through, he shrank his hand and shook his head. His own arms, using all their strength to curl up themselves, seems to be afraid of holding a painful Xu Xingzhi.

Xu Xingzhi snorted: "Stupid."

He lay back flat, using the wooden hand to hold Meng Mengguang next to him in his arms, using his chin to reach his wet hair dyed by sweat, and the other hand unfolding the "free pen", calming down, will It is continuously turned into a number of bamboo slips, and the tail finger is used to pick up the lacquer seal, and the brush is pulled and unfolded.

There are a lot of secret ancient books hidden in the "quick pen". Although Xu Xingzhi failed to restore all the memories, he did not know how to use some of the exercises. But fortunately, he has been reading quickly, one-handedly reading, one eye and ten lines, and soon found it. How to enter the dream.

He lost his bamboo to the sky, and he took advantage of Meng Zhongguang to mobilize his knowledge and push a star of blue light along his meridians.

The bamboo slip is turned into a folding fan in mid-air, and it falls accurately and silently on the waist side of Xu Xingzhi.

Meng Zhongguang’s dream begins with a red and miserable light.

When the world is up and down, it is difficult to distinguish between the top and bottom. The surrounding scenery is wrapped in water vapor. Seeing everything reveals the stocks, Xu Xingzhi looks around and always feels like this has come, and one of the dead old banyan trees looks particularly familiar.

He put his fingers on the dead branches of the eucalyptus and tried to push the spirit.

The heavens and the earth suddenly changed, and what appeared in front of him was a curved stone path.

One of Xu Xing, I finally remembered where it is.

- He was once smashed here by the same-time teacher, Huang Shanyue.

When the steam belt fades, the smell of sand will come up, and the people will be sore.

Xu Xingzhi went along the stone road, and the more he walked in, the more **** the smell became.

"Idle pen" also came with him. He turned the "free pen" into a fish-sword sword, half-faced out of the sheath, blocking the front of the body, all the way to the secret room of the mountain.

Turning around a corner, he saw Meng Zhongguang sitting in the middle of the secret room.

There were more than a dozen corpses lying in front of him. He couldn’t see the human form, but he sat down in the blood of this corpse, facing away from Xu Xingzhi. He couldn’t see the anger and could not even be born and died.

From the back, his posture is like a person who has succeeded in self-satisfaction. His shoulders are flat, his neck is reclining, and a messy clothes hangs on his side, and his shoulders are exposed. He has nowhere to notice.

Xu Xingzhi tempted: "Heavy light?"

Meng Zhongguang’s shoulders shook and slowly turned back.

By his return, Xu Xingzhi finally saw that he was lying in his arms.

The reason why it is human form is that the thing is a mess, and the skin and the skin of the body have been taken away by something similar to the water-stained hemp rope, and the original face is not found.

"... brother?"

In the moment when Meng Zhongguang’s line of sight touched Xu Xingzhi, Xu Xingzhi felt a glimpse of his throat.

Meng Zhongguang used to lie, spoiled, and wronged. He loved a few drops of tears at all moments, but at this moment his eyes were dry, but the heart of Xu Xingzhi was as uncomfortable as being thundered by lightning.

"Brothers..." Meng Zhongguang’s voice seemed to be calling for help, as if he had to slip into the edge of the deep valley.

Xu Xingzhi greeted him a few steps, and Meng Zhongguang also swayed and stood up, squatting toward him.

He was covered with blood from the front to the hem.

Blood is other people's. But somehow, Xu Xingzhi always felt that most of the blood was leaking from his heart.

Meng Zhongguang plunged into his arms and tightened his clothes with his suffocating hands: "Brother, where have you been?"

He was very confused in his eyes, and Xu Xingzhi had to comfort him: "I am here, I have not gone anywhere."

"Yes? Then... it must have been a dream." Meng Zhongguang’s fascinated eyes are quite creepy. "Brothers, the light is wrong, you don't scare the light in the future."

Xu Xingzhi always felt that his dream was traceable, so he held him to follow the temptation: "Good. But you said, where did you do it wrong?"

Meng Zhongguang hurriedly explained: "I just went to the blue bridge slope... I just want to pick up some sedges for the brothers to decorate the house. The whole wilderness is only the place where there are sedges... I didn't think they would Doing this to you..."

In order to prove his words, Meng Zhongguang raised his finger to the bones of the earth, and his eyes gleamed with innocence: "Look, brother, I will avenge you."

Xu Xingzhi’s frowning can only be judged according to the pieces of clothes that have been broken, and the main beasts of Huangshan and Fengshan are among them.

... Why did Meng Zhongguang do the dream of killing the mountains?

Xu Xingzhi’s heart is faintly chilled.

He looked up and looked at the head of the body that Meng Zhongguang was holding. The corpse was lying on the ground, his face was unclear, his blood was blurred, and his breath was broken.

The injury is so heavy, even if it is sent back to Yuan Ruyi, it is already a time to return to the sky, and the medicine is not medical.

However, Xu Xingzhi is more and more shocked.

How does he see the contours and bones of the person lying on the ground are familiar, and it is a familiar familiarity.

I noticed that Xu Xingzhi’s eyes were different. Meng Zhongguang slammed Xu Xingzhi’s clothes and blocked his view: “Senior brother... don’t look at it, it’s all fake. Let’s go back to the tower.”

Xu Xingzhi forced his guilty feelings and looked directly at the "Meng Zhongguang" in his dream: "Have we been to the tiger flea?"

Looking at Xu Xingzhi, Meng Zhongguang’s white face gradually came back with a **** color: “...the brother wants to go to the tiger to jump?”

"Have we been there?"

Meng Zhongguang took Xu Kezhi's gentle palms and took it more seriously. The corpse behind him was completely regarded as a dream of Nanke: "There are acquaintances in the tiger's fleas? Wherever the brothers want to go, the light is followed."

Xu Xingzhi: "..."

In Meng Zhongguang’s dream, they have never been to a tiger flea at this time.

... In addition, the name "Blue Bridge Slope" he also heard from Meng Zhongguang.

Shortly after he first entered the wilderness, the main beast of Fengshan came to hijack him. He sent his men to monitor Meng Zhongguang, knowing that he went to the blue bridge **** before he was bold enough to start, but Meng Zhongguang, who was halfway back, seized on the spot. A whole body disability, the end of the confinement.

The owner of the mountain was called the king of the wild, but it was a small **** that did not attract attention. Moreover, after successively hitting the southern raccoon and the giant of origin, Xu Xingzhi almost could not remember what the man was doing.

However, Meng Zhongguang seems to be very concerned about this matter, so that he still wants to kill the mountain again in his dreams.

... He is probably really afraid of his accident.

Thinking about this, Xu Xingzhi's heart was soft, surrounded by Meng Zhongguang, and gently kissed his forehead: "... do stupid things."

Meng Zhongguang’s lips trembled and he looked up incredulously: “... brother? You...”

Xu Xingzhi knows that this is the Meng Zhongguang who has not yet obtained his "understanding". He sees his full of surprises and his heart is slightly sour.

He leaned over and slowly used his lips to kiss his **** nose: "If you know that your heart is so uncomfortable, I should do this with you on the first day of the wilderness."

Meng Zhongguang took a breath and stared at the eyes of the person in front of him. He suddenly turned his hand and turned the person over. After Xu Xing, the clothes on his back burst into tears.

Xu Xingzhi's hands pressed against the stone wall and turned his face to face. He still wanted to look at the corpse that had just been hugged by Meng Zhongguang in his arms, trying to figure out why the face made him so chilling.

Meng Zhongguang did not give him such an opportunity. After he noticed where Xu Xingzhi’s line of sight fell, he shook Xu Xingzhi’s side, and Xu Xing’s lightly damaged clothes rolled up sharply.

He strode away, not even looking back at the corpse behind him.

... or do not dare to look at it, afraid that the corpse is true, the person in the arms is fake.

Both of them, like Muchi in the Nanciu Palace, are almost madly happy, almost rolling the entire gutstone.

When Xu Xingzhi was sweating and breathing, there was still a cloud of doubt in his heart: If the corpse is the phantom of the fear in Meng Zhongguang's heart, why has it not disappeared after meeting himself?

Who is the broken corpse that is hugged by Meng Zhongguang on the ground? Why are you so familiar?

Meng Zhongguang seems to be dissatisfied with his distraction, and the small fish in his body makes a fuss, causing Xu Xing's face to change, almost grabbing the rock under the palm: "You **** light..."

Meng Zhongguang’s stubborn little grievance: “No.”

He is simply dumbfounding.

Just before he was outside the cave, he was a mess, and he didn’t expect to take the initiative to run into his dreams.

After playing, the two smashed the phoenix, each inverted, clasping the other's ankle, and Ren Qiong splattered.

After a madness, Xu Xingzhi still has more strength, but Meng Zhongguang seems to have no flesh and bones, soft on the ground, and whispered something.

Enduring the backache, Xu Xingzhi slowly got up, and the long hair that had removed the crown was covered with a long hair.

He whispered: "Heavy light?"

Meng Zhongguang half-closed, and fell into a new nightmare, mute with a crying call: "Sister... I will find you...you are not allowed to go anywhere, I can find you anyway...I Run, run very fast..."

His preface did not make a fuss, but listening to his tone, Xu Xingzhi gave birth to some pity, and kissed his sweaty forehead.

When he touched his forehead, Xu Xingzhi gave birth to a thought.

... He may be able to read the memory of Meng Zhongguang now?

When he read the method of dreaming, he took a look at the use of this secret method.

Xu Xingzhi breathed several rounds, Liushen Hehe, gathered in the fingers, and slowly pressed to Meng Zhongguang’s forehead.

Who would have thought that when he entered, the heavy sorrow of the sea would be pressed against the shore of Xu Xing, and the sigh of Xu Xing was unbearable and his headache was cracking.

Out of instinct, Xu Xingzhi almost immediately withdrew from Meng Zhongguang's knowledge of the sea.

Rao is so, the consequences of reading the sea still make Xu Xingzhi turn green and yellow, swaying and leaving a few steps, finally holding the stone wall, and leaning over and retching.

Waiting until the vomiting was a little bit, he leaned against the wall, still breathing in a big mouth.

. . . He just couldn't stand it when he touched it. Then... How did Meng Zhongguang, who seemed to sleep peacefully next to him, bear these memories?