Article 852

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"Why did you bring him here." She stared at Chu Wanning, but she said to Ta Xianjun, "I'm not afraid of making trouble."

Ta Xianjun said coldly: "With one look, this seat knows what he wants to do next. Don't bother you."

"This place is an important place for the sphenoid tribe to return home, do you know—"

He didn't want to listen to her at all, so he interrupted, "Then who among you group of trash can tie him?"

The wood smoke choked.

"He's by my side, and it's more difficult to escape than in a cage with ten forbidden spells. I kindly brought him to share your worries with you. Why are you talking so much nonsense."

"you--!"

"What?" Ta Xianjun raised his thin eyelids, his eyes were extremely cold, "If you are not convinced, I will send him back immediately, and I will do nothing from now on. You can find a way to keep an eye on him. Don't let him bī accidentally. Being close to Hua Binan easily cost Hua Binan's life."

Mu Yanli was blocked by him for a while and was speechless. After a long time, he staggered the topic and said angrily: "...This matter is over. I'll get some chess pieces and fill them all in. In addition, Anan has detained some people from this world, and they are all imprisoned on the top of death and life. After you have sorted out the things in front of you, go back and make some new chess."

After she finished speaking, she left with her sleeves. Stepping Xianjun glanced at Chu Wanning, showing her white teeth and pouring a deep pear vortex.

"You are really lucky. You have a batch of materials. Want to see how this bridge was built?"

The situation where living people sacrificed to build a pontoon bridge is too terrifying. After going back that day, Chu nightning had a nightmare.

In the dream, Step Xianjun stood at the end of the road of martyrdom, stepping on the broken bones, heart, liver, spleen, stomach and intestines, every organ and every piece of minced meat grew a bright red mouth, wailing mournfully.

"I don't want to die..."

"Give my life back... give my life back..."

He saw half of Xue Meng's face in these corpse fragments, Xue Zhengyi's eyes, Mrs. Wang's body, and sinful hands with thin moles.

He rushed towards them with all his might, shouting: "Xue Meng! Honorable Lord! Husband--"

The voice was cut off.

He saw the blood in the sky, and the ink burned slowly back. It was still the old disciple's uniform. His eyes were gentle and sad. He said: "Master, save me..."

"I don't want to die, I don't want this... help me..."

Suddenly woke up, he was panting, his cheeks and vest were covered in cold sweat, he wanted to get up, but his wrist was bound by the forbidden spell of Teng Xianjun, and he couldn't move.

It was quiet in the room, and he was the only one, dripping slowly, like the tears of the dead gathered into a stream.

"come..."

During this period of time, he has been pinned to the bone, thin and lonely. At this time, he was sitting on the bed. He was too thin, and the thick quilt covered him with almost no heave.

Memories of past lives, misses in this life, sea of ​​corpses piled up, hopeless future.

Pieces of piles were pressed against his shoulders, and the iron bones were crushed to ashes.

Chu nightning's eyes were empty, he was stunned, and slowly recovered from the nightmare, but the reality was not much better than the nightmare, and his expression was particularly broken.

"come..."

Liu Gong staggered in, much older than Chu Wanning's memory.

After all, this world is too far away from the year he died in his previous life.

"Master, are you having a nightmare?"

The old servant could see his heart at a glance, and Chu nightning nodded tiredly.

"I'll go and warm you up a pot of ginger tea..."

"No." Chu nightning raised his slightly wet eyes and looked at him in the dark, "Where is the ink burning? Still on the road of martyrdom?"

"..."

"How many more did he kill?"

Liu Lao was silent for a long time and sighed: "Master, don't ask."

The hourglass dripped for a long time, and the wind and rain outside were bleak.

"The old slave doesn't know how to practice magic. But I also know that on the day when the door of life and death is completely opened, nothing can be turned back. These masters actually understand in their hearts."

Chu nightning's lips moved slightly, and after a while, he closed his eyes abruptly, and his fingers held the fiery red magic spell chain on his wrist-since he attempted to assassinate, Ta Xianjun has been wary of him. When there is nothing to do in his spare time, Step Xianjun will stare at him in person, but when he goes outside to pave the way for the return of the demons, Chu nightning will be locked in Wushan Hall.

"Grandmaster... Forget it, in two lifetimes, you have done enough." Duke Liu's voice was old, like a shaky autumn leaf, "Last day, just look at it like everyone else."

"It's over, there's no other way."

"Have a good time, stop torturing yourself..."

Liu Gong later brought a bowl of ginger tea and looked after Chu Wanning to drink it. The old man used to be cautious in his words and deeds, and he knew what to say and what not to say, which is why he could stay with Ta Xianjun for so long.

But in this rainy night, he looked at Chu Wanning, who was desperate and haggard. He looked at Chu Wanning's cheeks, even whiter than porcelain cups. He looked at the windy and rainy night outside, and suddenly some Mixed feelings.

Duke Liu didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only calmly say: "Drink more, anyway, this bowl will always be finished. ... Ginger tea wards off the cold, and they all say that the nightmare is because of the body cold, drink it and then sleep , will not have nightmares."

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