Chapter 113： New and old alternation

But no one has had time to be happy for too long.

Because Zhou Yunlie died, his death was silent.

When Xu Xingzhi saw this mediocre elder again, he had to lie on the soft couch in the temple with white face. There was no wound on his body, but there was a cross-blue-brown bruise in the throat. The skin around the wound was loose and like. It is the waistband that was worn by people.

The Jiuzhi lamp did not kill him. He only ordered him to be thrown into an empty hall. The disciples under his hand were not difficult for him. Because he did not get the order of the nine lights, no one knows the one who has always been safe. What was wrong with Sichuan’s lord, he still treated him according to the treatment of Sichuan, and specially chose a clean house for him.

He sat down with a belt and hanged himself on the carved door latch.

No one knows what he thinks when he puts his neck in his belt, but if he is in the place, his mind is not difficult to understand.

——If Zhou Beinan was arrested for Jiuzhi Lan, and he lost a soul, he couldn’t get rid of his ties. He died and he didn’t face his wife. Instead of suffering from the punishment of Jiuzhi Lan, it’s better to die on his own. .

——If Zhou Beinan wins, he is so full of dust, sorrow and stealing people who are not living in their age, die early, and relax with each other.

Zhou Yunlie died in the middle of the night when the two devils were fighting, so Lu Yujiu rushed to the news, his soul has been exhausted, and there is no turning point.

When Xu Xingzhi entered the hall, there were no other people in the room, the windows were closed, and only the extremely thin daylight was filtered into it.

Zhou Beinan was alone in a bluestone ground sitting in front of the soft couch. The **** blue robes were ragged, and the white trousers were clean and lining the ground. There was a rather unspoken posture in the ground, but he had no idea to maintain that level of decentness.

Xu Xingzhi stopped at his side not far away, bowed to Zhou Yunlie on the couch, and went to the south side of Zhoubei to sit cross-legged.

Zhou Beinan opened: "...he still doesn't know that the small string is gone."

"That's good." Xu Xingzhi said, "I feel quiet when I go."

Zhou Beinan smashed the blood in his hand, and in the sound of the **** shards, the voice sighed: "He just wants to be quiet and comfortable, but he can't afford anything." He laughed. "It’s like this since childhood. Everything will only be a matter of peace. It will only say 'Don’t be like this', 'Hugh to make troubles...'

Xu Xingzhi knows that Zhou Mu’s death is early, this pair of children, the temperament is like a violent fire of his grandfather Zhou Wei, a gentle and tenacious imitation of his mother Zheng Yu, raising this pair of young children, Zhou Yunlie also It’s all done, and there’s never been a continuation.

The person on the couch hooked the long neck of the bruises, and seemed to be worried about the complaints of Zhou Beinan.

Xu Xingzhi's face can't bear it: "Northern, don't do this."

These three words are called Zhou Beinan's temper suddenly blown up: "Why don't you?! Can he do anything that he can't tell me? He is so anxious, can't wait any longer? Awang hasn't looked at him yet, he Spread your legs and legs together, throw me a big one in Yingchuan and throw it to a dead person!!"

"He is you..."

"He is nothing!" Zhou Beinan succumbed to madness, yelling and yelling to kick the bed. "I have long been wrong. He is awkward! How can he be like this? Where is this?!"

On the bed, the person on the couch slipped down from the pillow, as if he was awakened from the sleep, Zhou Beinan saw it, his eyes suddenly lit up, grabbing his hand, shoulders, and falling on the pillow. The head of the side, without exception, fell.

He whispered nervously, and his heart was mad: "Get up, get up..."

After a while, he was caught by a pair of arms from behind.

Zhou Beinan thought that it was Lu Yujiu, and he was afraid of hurting him in the frenzy. He did not consciously weaken the extent of his struggle.

However, in his ear, Xu Xingzhi’s sand whispered: "...well, north and south, stunned."

Zhou Beinan, a turn, look around.

- Xu Xingzhi's body is still sitting on the ground, but the soul is already out of the body, and he has embraced him in a down-to-earth manner.

Zhou Beinan always loves to show weakness in front of Xu Xing. First, because this person is really annoying, he also gave birth to a brain with a very good memory. Once quarreled, the trivial things of Chen Sesame and Guzi can be pulled out by him, and the second is because He is two years younger than himself, and he is a big devil, a mouthful and a skin, and even more abominable.

However, he did not expect that the first time in his life in the face of Xu Xing's disappointment, it would be such indulgence, almost became the momentum of the collapse of Qiu.

He fell in the arms of Xu Xing and cried, and repeatedly said only one sentence: "I do, I have no father... I have no father."

Xu Xingzhi closed his eyes and hugged his best friend. He thought that he had three fathers who had lost and lost since he was born. He whispered repeatedly: "... well, hey."

The flag of the father has fallen, and it is full of dust and feathers.

The younger generations wiped their tears, raised the flags, and took steps. In the cold wind, they rushed to their history with blood and fire.

When Lu Yujiu settled in the middle of the temple, Zhou Beinan stopped crying and steadily squatted on the couch. Xu Xingzhi also returned to the flesh and changed clothes for Zhou Yunlie.

Lu Yujiu was wearing a ghost face and carefully walked up to hold the sleeves of Zhou Beinan: "You... don't be too upset."

Zhou Beinan looked at his father's body, sighed.

Lu Yujiu was not good at comforting people. A supple face became a red bean paste, and he walked to the side of the couch. He walked down the couch and gave a big gift. He said: "Zhou Chuan, I am outside the cool valley. The disciple Lu Yujiu. In the past 13 years, North and South have not lived up to Ying Tianchuan, nor have you lived up to your teachings. You can rest assured that in the future... I will take care of him."

He made another prayer, and he heard the sound of clothing on his side. He looked at him sideways. Zhou Beinan was moved to the position and kneel with him.

Lu Yu Jiu Shui red water red half of the face looks very delicious, Zhou Beinan looked at his nervous lips, palely smack a smile: "... accompany me to pick one."

Lu Yujiu knows what this means, and the heart jumps suddenly. He lowered his head, and he was much lower than Zhou Beinan, who was side by side.

After the ostrich-like low, he finally gave birth to enough courage to slowly and slowly handed his hand to Zhou Beinan.

The hand was not good enough to hold the sword, the scorpion was very few, the flesh was delicate, and it was still the size of a fifteen-year-old boy. It was placed in the palm of the north and south of Zhou, and the soft meat was like a sandpaper, but he was ashamed to drill inside. I drilled again and found a home for my own hand in the center of Zhoubei Nancai.

"……Ok."

together.

One person, one ghost, and one hand, bowed down on both sides of the bluestone bricks. From the side, it looks like a big one and a small two.

Zhou Yunlie’s self-sufficiency has also diminished to some extent the impetuous and proud feelings that are likely to arise after everyone’s victory. The disciples are doing their best, quietly repairing the devastated Ying Tianchuan after the melee.

On that day, Qu Chi returned to Ying Tianchuan with a dozen people who came out of the wild.

Zhou Wang went to see her grandfather who had never met. Faced with Zhou Yunlie, who is lying on the couch and resting on the sofa, she is hard to have any resonance and heartache. Instead, she puts a heart on Zhou Beinan, fearing that he is too sad and trying to talk to him.

After Qu Chi came, he took over Xu Xingzhi. The commander presided over the reconstruction of Ying Tianchuan. He always had a good deal of things. He could easily serve the people with his whisper, and he was full of masters, so Xu Xingzhi was completely idle. Come down.

Just as he was bored out of the main hall of Ying Tianchuan, Meng Zhongguang, who had been guarding the pillars of the temple, had a head and said: "... Brother, let’s talk, is it good?"

Talking about it, about the birds in the chest, Xu Xingzhi is the first one.

Returning to the residence where Qu Chi arranged for them, Xu Xingzhi said that he was stripped of his memory, and then he was thrown into the wild, and he was ordered to kill Meng Zhongguang.

He thought that Meng Zhongguang, the pinch of the water, had to cry for a while. He had already prepared a consolation for his stomach. However, after his narrative was finished, Meng Chongguang did not cry, no sound, no pressure. When I came up, Xu Xingzhi was under the body, and the puppy seemed to arch in his chest. It was a very happy appearance.

Xu Xingzhi was quite surprised, and he was panted by his unkempt hair and soft body like a snake: "What's wrong, and mad?"

Meng Chongguang raised his face from the loose chest of his mouth. Just look at the beautiful eyes of the water. The detachment is a small breasted dog with a bone. "Brother, you want to kill me." At the time, I don’t really know who I am?"

Xu Xingzhi's look changed: "Do you know me...?"

"...I know." Meng Zhongguang buried his face in the sturdy and beautiful chest. "I know everything. Brother, I am so happy."

Xu Xingzhi’s heart is thinking about what he is happy with, and he feels that the hotness of his chest is not right, and he took a sigh of relief: “You don’t...”

Meng Zhongguang’s way of expressing happiness is unique. Where Xu Xingzhi has been subjected to this, the cockroaches are made soft and the goose bumps are rushing to the pan: “Songs!! Hey! Little **** you still bite—”

Meng Zhongguang could not explain his joy to Xu Xingzhi.

- How many times he has traveled, there are many differences in those cycles, but there is always one thing that is constant:

The dagger that was supposed to be used to kill him never hurt him a little bit of oil.

No matter how many times, the brothers are reluctant to really start with him.

Even the brothers who are amnesia, even if they are full of mourning for the father of the false father and sister, are the same.

Meng Zhongguang was awkward because of his happy life. Before he was shaken to the shelf, he was finally satisfied. He climbed down from Xu Xingzhi, who was screaming, and then cleaned it up for him. He then turned over and sat down on his bed and shook him: "... brothers. ”

Xu Xingzhi snorted strongly.

Meng Zhongguang was attentively licking his waist and waiting for a compliment: "Can the brother be comfortable?"

Xu Xingzhi is now really innocent to do some aunty to his technology, sideways closed eyes: "... stomach hurts."

He really hurts, and when the vines outline the innumerable movements of his activities, he only feels that the stars are flying like waterfalls, and now there is the illusion that foreign objects bulge out of the abdomen.

Meng Zhongguang hugged him with a soft belly that was stretched out. He just slammed two times and heard the slamming sound of Wen Wen from outside the door: "Where is it, heavy light, is it?"

Meng Chongguang took his head and smashed Xu Xingzhi, indicating that he could lie here, cloaked and opened the door to Qu Chi.

Qu Chi has changed back to Danyang Feng's clothes. Zhu Yisu wrapped his slender body and tempered his temperament. When he saw Meng Zhongguang, he smiled gently: "I have a special voice, and everything should be arranged in Tianchuan. By the way, What to do next, I want to discuss with you, is it convenient now?"

Meng Zhongguang licked his lips, as if there was still the sweetness of the lips of the bed, and it was straightforward: "Inconvenient."

Qu Chi has a good temper and a dagger: "Let's discuss it when it's convenient.... Also, can you borrow the wild key for me? I want to go back to the wild.... I dropped some important things in the tower, I I want to get it back."

Meng Chongguang reached out and reached out. After he came out, he rushed to the hand. Qu Chi backhand caught it. After sensing the glimmer of the palm, he smiled and daggered, stepped back two steps and turned to leave.

"Hey." Meng Zhongguang once stopped Qu Chi, and the light flashed a few flashes before he said, "Next, play Danyang Peak."

Qu Chi turned back: "Northern North means to want to play Fengling first, thieves smashing the king, take the nine lights, the magic road will disperse."

Meng Zhongguang hugged his arm and leaned against the door and said, "I listened to the disciple of Tianchuan. Now, the guardian of Danyang Peak is the owner of the Fortune Fortress. Let him kill him first, and then say the nine lights."

The author has something to say: Who remembers the main onion of the Fortune Fortress? qwq