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Chu Mengxun said coldly with a paralyzed face and a clear voice: "Who did you meet?"

Ah Bao's eyes reddened. "No, I don't know …" As soon as they met … and made a move, for the sake of little Xiaodie … Me, La... Help them jump... The cliff! I... Damn it! "

Chu Mengxun said indifferently: "Draw it."

Only then did Ah Bao crouch her head out timidly, and look at him somewhat fearfully: "What, what are you drawing?"

Chu Mengxun was a little impatient. For those who were unhappy with talking too much, they really did not like communicating with idiots. Many smart people understood their words, but in front of idiots, they would need to keep on repeating them.

The person in front of him had obviously been labeled as "Idiot" by him.

"Those two." Although he was impatient, he still opened his mouth.

Ah Bao's eyes reddened. She curled up under the blanket and said softly, "I … "No, I can't draw …"

Chu Mengxun, "..."

The heavy rain that day washed away all the clues, but unfortunately, it also caught up with the mountain torrent.

Right now, the most important thing was to find Ji Xiaodie.

"Find a painter and bring them back to their original appearances." Chu Mengxun said, then ignored Ah Bao and walked out.

Looking at Chu Mengxun's leaving figure, Ah Bao slightly bit her lips. After a long time, she opened her palm and saw a thin piece of cloth.

xx

The battleship flew silently through the void tunnel.

Xia Xinye leaned against the ship's wall, his hands behind his head, his gaze sweeping across Ji Xuanyi.

From their interaction with each other, he discovered that this person was a person with firm willpower.

It was just like eating. He would definitely eat all the rice in the bowl without leaving a single grain behind. If he didn't eat it all, he would absolutely not put down the tableware.

There was another similar person — — Yun Jinxiu.

Yun Jinxiu would never be vague when it came to eating. Every time he ate, he would always have the attitude of a cultivator.

He asked curiously, "What plans do you have for the future?"

When Ji Xuanyi heard this question, he turned around and looked at Xia Xinye: "What about you?"

"Me …" Xia Xinye lazily leaned back again, "I will always be at the palace. To be exact, I will always be at Yun Jinxiu's side."

"Why?" Ji Xuanyi looked at Xia Xinye, "You like her?"

"Tell me how narrow-minded you like it!" Xia Xinye couldn't help but look at Ji Xuanyi with ridicule in his eyes, "It's only her that allowed me to take root. No matter where I go, I won't be left without anyone to support me."

Ji Xuanyi remained silent.

He didn't have the kind of thing Xia Xinye was talking about, so he naturally couldn't understand it.

"Xiaodie is where I belong."

After a long while, Ji Xuanyi opened his mouth.

"Ah, your sister …" Xia Xinye could not help but think of that little girl called Xiaodie. Although that girl was shy and timid, the light in her eyes was different from Zhao Shuier's and Misty Rain's.

Zhao Shuier was like a Little Princess who didn't know anything about the world, while Mist Rain was a pure angel.

But Ji Xiaodie...

She was more like a woman who had been tempered by life for too long and had shed her young clothes.

Although this impression was very rude, since that Ji Xiaodie was still young, Xia Xinye still felt the same way.

"Thus, I will be loyal to my sister for the rest of my life." Ji Xuanyi's voice pulled Xia Xinye back to reality.

"Is that so …"

Xia Xinye didn't know how to respond.

Loyalty to his sister, that was a dangerous thought.

No wonder why Xiaodie would eat the Intestinal Breaking Pill at the time of the embroidery ceremony, was it because he had long seen through that Ji Xuanyi was a "sister above all" person?

Bagu Gate.

Sai Xishi took out a towel and wrapped it around the rain and mist, then casually carried her out of the water.

From the white towel, a small head peeked out from the mist and said with bent eyes, "Sister Cisch's sister, I heard that there was once a Divine Doctor who cut off a human's head for treatment, would Sister Jinxiu also cut off my head? Then can I still talk to you guys? "

Sheng Diaochan "puchi" laughed, "Of course you can. At that time, you'll still be able to see blood gushing out of your neck."

The rain of fog shivered.

"Terrified the child." Sai Xishi rolled his eyes at Sheng Diaochan, then raised his hand to pinch Misty Rain's little face, "Your head won't move, and your Sister Jinxiu won't let it move either."

Misty Rain laughed, "Sister Jinxiu loves me the most!"

Although there was a bottle gourd on her body that always made her feel pain, it was nothing. Sister Jinxiu would definitely cure her.

Sai Xishi caressed her hair that was covered by the soft mist rain, and then, while carrying her, he walked out of the hot spring and into Yun Jinxiu's hall.

Yun Jinxiu closed a thick book and slightly frowned.

Gong Liche said that the sealed soul inside the Fog Rain Gourd was a spirit body, but for some reason, that spirit body did not seem to be an ordinary spirit body. She checked several times, and actually felt a power that was completely different from a soul strength.

What could it be?

Sai Xishi placed the mist rain on the bed, Yun Jinxiu walked over, and then picked up the bottle gourd to examine it.

Her shoulders were exposed from the rain, her body was pink from the shower, and her hair was soft and lovely on her snow-white skin.

"I'll leave it to you. I'll go prepare some meat and wine to feed the two men who are sailing." Sai Xishi lazily said.

Yun Jinxiu nodded his head, but his gaze still did not leave the bottle gourd, until he grabbed her arm and whispered: "Sister Jinxiu."

Yun Jinxiu glanced at her: "Hmm?"

"Why would there be bad people in this world?" Misty Rain said in confusion.

Yun Jinxiu paused for a moment, and then carefully placed the bottle gourd aside. Her fingertips moved along the red line, all the way to the root of the mist, and she lightly pressed on it: "Does it hurt?"

Fog Rain nodded.

Yun Jinxiu retracted his hand and said slowly, "There are good people and bad people in this world."

"Why …" Misty Rain's eyes were filled with even more confusion.

"The Daoists will reconcile Yin and Yang. If there is yin, there will be yang. If there is white, there will be black. If there is good, there will be evil." Yun Jinxiu's voice was light and indifferent.

She was not a kind-hearted person by nature, so she basically wouldn't ask questions like the rain of mist. However, when she heard those questions, she felt that the thoughts of the Daoist Sect might be able to answer the questions of the rain of mist.

Misty Rain seemed to understand, "But, will there really be bad news for the bad guys?"

Yun Jinxiu slightly paused.

What is justice?

Who set justice?

If he did not slaughter then he was kind, if he was not tyrannical then he was noble, if he was fraternal, tolerant, and compassionate then he could be considered a good person and a bad person. Why was it that from ancient times until now, the hands of those righteous people who achieved domination were stained with blood?

If the bad guys were the bad guys that Misty Rain spoke of, then how many bad guys in this world stood at the top and controlled the life and death of good people?

Rather than being defined as a good person, she preferred another word — conscience.

A man of conscience is enough.

"Yes." Yun Jinxiu's fingertip landed on her forehead, and lightly flicked, "Even if darkness and evil constantly breed in this world, light and conscience will forever exist."

Misty Rain nodded her head in confusion. Although she didn't understand, Sister Jinxiu must be right!

Yun Jinxiu's fingertip flashed with a white light, and his foggy eyelids sunk down before he silently fell asleep.

Yun Jinxiu also closed his eyes as the Spiritual Sense entered his mind through the rain of fog.

She appeared in front of a large door with white condors floating in it. The red thread had entered through the door.

Yun Jinxiu paused for a moment, then walked over.

Behind this door was the Misty Rain sea of consciousness.