The two words "Lu Qing" seemed to have some kind of magic power.
Soon, everyone's eyes turned to Po Meng.
Even Hongpao, who was standing on the bridge and looked very dull, put down the book in his hand at this moment and looked at Po Meng.
As a result, Po Meng shook her head: "Even I don't know where he is now."
Zhong Kui couldn't help but curse: "I knew this bastard had always cheated me before."
"He's very sneaky. Sometimes I really want to open his head and see what's inside this guy!"
"But he didn't show up, which at least proves that the matter is not serious enough that we can't solve it. If you're still afraid of it, just fuck him and that's it!"
"I want to see what those bald donkeys are thinking."
"If it weren't for the great emperors in our underworld who are still sleeping, are you afraid of them?"
This Zhong Kui seems to be a talkative. As long as he opens his chat box, he will talk endlessly.
Everyone was obviously very familiar with him, and they consciously turned around and didn't look at him.
Zhong Kui finally lost interest in the conversation and came to the bridge sadly, sat next to Hongpao, and sighed: "Old man, why did you say you were so impulsive back then?"
"Among us, except for Sister Meng, you have the best relationship with her and the most talented person."
"Originally, you were able to attack the throne of the Great Emperor."
"result..."
"Oh, why bother?"
"I was moved by the way you turned around at that time. I really wish I could fight back and fight alongside you."
"If the naughty Lu Qing hadn't knocked me unconscious, you wouldn't have been so seriously injured."
"Actually, I've seen it a long time ago. You had already reached that level at that time and were better than us. It's just that you took care of our face, and you were also low-key and kept silent."
"When I was sleeping, the scene when you turned around always appeared in my mind."
"Luckily you like to wear red clothes, otherwise, the blood would probably stain your clothes red."
"Resuscitate quickly. I can feel that you have regained a certain amount of consciousness."
"Soon, soon..."
"Brother, let me guard this last stretch of road for you."
"As long as I'm here, no one can touch you!"
Zhong Kui spoke very quickly and kept talking.
The red-robed man who was reading on the bridge frowned slightly, a trace of helplessness seemed to flash in his dull eyes, and he turned around stiffly, facing away from Zhong Kui.
This scene made everyone under the bridge laugh.
Mrs. Meng, who was a little angry when she heard Sister Meng's words, turned a little weird, and said quietly: "Do you know who is the most annoying to listen to?"
"who?"
Zhong Kui was a little confused and asked subconsciously.
Bai Wuchang took the topic and glanced at him: "You!"
"His ability is to explore the world, and he can't control it. He has survived countless people's voices."
"But...you are almost becoming his inner demon."
"In his words, you can always hear your loud voice buzzing."
"He once had auditory hallucinations, as if everyone speaking turned into your voice."
"I was depressed for a while."
...
As Bai Wuchang complained, Zhong Kui's originally dark face turned even darker.
He snorted coldly, sat aside depressedly, and stopped talking.
Everyone sighed, and the world finally became quiet.
Only the clay figure looked a little embarrassed. He scratched his head and wrote a few words in the void comfortingly.
'Zhong' big' people' 'fei' language' secret' are just 'stupid' you'
...
For a moment, Zhong Kui's face turned darker.
While laughing and joking, the originally solemn atmosphere gradually became much more relaxed. They had been busy outside, working on their own plans, and rarely seeing each other. At this moment, they seemed to have returned to the past.
Any one of these people could be regarded as Li Xinghe's ancestor, but at this moment they are like children.
No restrictions, no barriers.
Perhaps, this was the charm of A-Nian.
…
Guimenguan, east of the city, low mountain.
Zhang Ziliang stood on the top of the mountain, looked at the people who had arrived in front of him, and took out three hundred simple-looking monk robes, which were obviously made to be old on purpose.
Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why Wang Ye, who woke up from his deep sleep, found such a group of new people.
This is what Wang Ye is relieved about.
At least he has never held Wang Ye back.
Three hundred people silently took over the monk's robes and changed their clothes, still silent.
After getting ready, looking at everyone, Zhang Ziliang said calmly: "Now, each of you has thirty minutes to write down a suicide note or unfulfilled wish. As long as I, Zhang, can do it, I will not refuse."
"Of course, I won't say that I will risk my life to do it for you."
"Because I can't die yet."
"At least, not now!"
"I won't lie to you by saying those false things. Now, the timer starts."
As Zhang Ziliang's voice fell, the three hundred people took out the paper in tacit agreement and kept writing something on it. Occasionally, some people would look at the paper in front of them in a daze, as if they had no more wishes.
After a long time...
Everyone stuffed the paper into the envelope and placed it on the ground.
"The human race will never be destroyed, and the light will last forever."
Among the crowd, among the people who had been silent, someone murmured softly, his eyes were a little red, and he seemed a little afraid, but more...
Be firm.
"The human race will never be destroyed, and the light will last forever."
"The human race will never be destroyed, and the light will last forever!"
More and more people agreed softly. At this moment, they couldn't even roar.
because...
Hide yourself and not be discovered.
In this way, all three hundred people spoke in the smallest voices, and finally...
The sounds are connected.
The initial fear disappeared and finally turned into determination.
this moment...
No fear, nothing but death.
These are the soldiers brought out by Zhang Ziliang.
"Set off!"
Zhang Ziliang had his hands behind his back, his nails were deeply embedded in the flesh, and blood was dripping down his fingertips, but his face was still so cold.
Three hundred people bowed to Zhang Ziliang and turned to leave.
...
Looking at their leaving figures, Zhang Ziliang's cold face finally couldn't hold back any longer, and his eyes were a little red.
"The mountains and rivers, the sun and the moon are still there, gentlemen..."
"stroll!"
Zhang Ziliang lifted the robe in front of him and knelt on one knee.
"Wait for me ahead..."
The last sentence was murmured by him as if talking to himself.
The three hundred Buddhist soldiers paused, turned around, and looked at Zhang Ziliang...
At this moment, smiles from the bottom of their hearts appeared on their faces.
This smile is like the most beautiful scenery in the world.
Zhang Ziliang opened the envelopes one after another on the ground, and almost all the suicide notes left only one sentence.
"I hope the human race will have no worries."
Looking at the pile of suicide notes in his hand, a tear of blood flashed from the corner of Zhang Ziliang's eyes.
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