"Huh?" Shui Miaomiao raised her hand and looked at the light. It was obviously tender enough to pinch water, but it was rough somewhere.
"By the way, when do you plan to leave Huacheng?" Tuo Yanjun suddenly asked.
"Can you leave?" Shui Miaomiao turned around and asked, wasn't he not allowed to leave?
"We have already decided how to deal with it. Tomorrow, the Immortal Alliance will seal the Peach Blossom Spring. This matter is settled and each sect can leave on their own."
Shui Miaomiao has wanted to leave Huacheng for a long time, but, "The meaning of sealing the Peach Blossom Spring tomorrow means that those people will not be brought out!"
Tuo Yanjun nodded and said it very straightforwardly.
"Not to mention how much effort it takes, and many people don't have complete corpses. The most complete ones are the white bones that have been drained, but it's impossible to tell who is who. The Immortal Alliance didn't want to send anyone, and the sect didn't find it troublesome, so we decided to bury them together in that pit after discussing it, and just hold a casual ceremony tomorrow."
"Ke Kang Xiaozhi doesn't want to stay there!"
Xiaozhi said that she didn't want to stay in the world of gods and demons at all. When Shui Miaomiao came back to her senses, Tuo Yanjun had already left, and she was carried by Sanmu and walked to the room.
Shrinking in Sanmao's arms, Shui Miaomiao suddenly began to sob softly. The sudden feeling of powerlessness enveloped her tightly, making it suffocating.
She thought that if she was more powerful, she might be able to bring Kang Xiaozhi out.
Didn’t the ancients believe in resting in the grave? Why can't she go back to the home she longs for...
The next day, nothing changed.
Get up, drink the medicine, the medicine takes effect, fall asleep, then get up, drink the medicine again, the medicine takes effect again, continue to fall asleep, get up again, open your eyes, it is also dusk outside.
What Shui Miaomiao saw was Leng Ningchi coming in cautiously, carrying porridge.
Leng Ningchi's face turned red instantly when he saw Shui Miaomiao.
Yesterday she actually drank too much. I wonder if she went crazy with alcohol or if Miaomiao would dislike it. Oh my god, what should she do?
Seeing the blush spreading on Leng Ningchi's face, Shui Miaomiao seemed to be able to hear her mental activities. She smiled in a low voice, sat up and took the porridge.
"Did you endure it?"
"Yeah." Leng Ningchi sat down on the bed sheepishly and asked, "How did you know?"
Because he only knows how to make white porridge!
"Because it smells so good!"
And this bowl was decorated with petals. Shui Miaomiao stirred the porridge in the bowl, staring at Leng Ningchi's increasingly red face.
It seems to be much better. A few days ago, when I told Leng Ningchi, she was always absent-minded and often distracted. Not to mention blushing, sometimes she didn't even respond.
"Miaomiao, do you want to go out for a walk?" After Shui Miaomiao finished drinking the porridge, Leng Ning asked stupidly, and said hesitantly, "Today, there will be a meeting in Peach Blossom Spring. It will be held."
"Is the funeral about to begin?"
"Miaomiao, you know!" Leng Ningchi said in surprise, "Lan Jixuan only got the news in the morning."
Yes, she knew it yesterday.
"It's just that I can go out, Sima Na."
"Lan Jixuan will talk to Si Chu." Leng Ningchi helped Shui Miaomiao out of bed, dressed neatly, and walked out of the room.
Downstairs, Lan Jixuan and Hua Yixian had been waiting for a long time.
"I think we shouldn't tell Miaomiao, she might not be able to accept it."
Hua Yixian walked back and forth, mumbling.
"But, even if she didn't tell Miaomiao, she would..."
Shui Miaomiao was listening upstairs, glanced at Leng Ningchi who was avoiding her eyes, and smiled sincerely.
There is really a tacit understanding between everyone and they all want to go to the same place. I think the three of them will not be able to accept it, and they think that I will not be able to accept it.
"Who knew I had gotten the news earlier, right?" Shui Miaomiao whispered to Leng Ningchi.
Leng Ningchi was so teased that she hurriedly coughed twice, attracting the attention of the two people below who were whispering but speaking extremely loudly.
"Have you made it through the four walls?" Shui Miaomiao asked.
Lan Jixuan shook his head, "Sijun is too stubborn, but I got it right, and he should have stopped Sijun now."
'Pfft! The three of them laughed together. Even Lan Jixuan, who had finished speaking, found it very funny and started laughing.
Why can't I stop laughing?
"However, you still have to sit here when you go out."
Lan Jixuan glanced at Hua Yixian, who smiled and pushed out a wheelchair.
Staring at the wheelchair, Shui Miaomiao licked her back molars, "What can I say? I have no choice."
Leng Ningchi helped Shui Miaomiao downstairs. As soon as he got into the wheelchair, Hua Yixian volunteered to step in and took over the task of pushing the wheelchair.
"Be careful." Leng Ningchi said worriedly from the side.
Hua Yixian nodded, but walked out at the lead, so he must not have heard.
"Slow down, you don't understand!" Leng Ningchi hurriedly chased after him, Lan Jixuan followed quickly, and the four of them left Huazhai like this.
The Peach Blossom Spring was not allowed to enter, as everyone had expected.
Even if they were allowed in, they might not be ready now. Even in that pit, their lives had been hanging by a thread to be eaten by mermaids.
Because many people must have been here, there are some flowers, cakes, and yellow paper placed at the entrance of the Peach Blossom Spring...
Outside the Peach Blossom Spring, one could vaguely hear mourning and music coming from inside, because it must be the Immortal Alliance doing something to let those innocent people who lost their lives rest in peace.
At any rate, the ceremony was still decent, but after the person died, no matter how decent the funeral was, it was of no use.
Shui Miaomiao's emotions came and went quickly.
She clearly knew and understood that she had experienced all kinds of powerlessness and even more devastating things. She had forced herself to adjust her emotions early on and pay attention to Leng Ningchi and the others.
I'm afraid that their emotions, which have finally been adjusted with great difficulty, will go astray again because of the situation.
"ah!"
Shui Miaomiao touched the back of his head, as if he had been hit by something, and looked back.
A figure stood in the darkness, throwing a hand of stones,
Shui Miaomiao looked ferocious and struggled with her thoughts for a long time. Finally, she chose to stand up from the wheelchair and quietly walked towards the figure without disturbing Leng Ningchi and others who were mourning.
"When did you, Lord Yiyao Ling, become so sneaky?"
"I just think it would be troublesome if I alerted your friends."
"I also find it troublesome, so please hurry up if you have any questions or say anything." Shui Miaomiao supported the tree. She deeply felt how weak she was now. She felt tired after walking for such a period.
"this."
Lord Tuo Yan took his sword and knocked on something beside him.
Only then did Shui Miaomiao realize that there was a rolled up straw mat on the ground.
Shui Miaomiao stared at the straw mat and squinted her eyes, unable to see clearly, "What is it?"
Showing an unknown smile, Tuo Yanjun kicked the straw mat away.
A corpse rolled out from the straw mat.
"Wow!" At first glance, Shui Miaomiao shouted and sat down on the ground.
"Are you actually afraid?"
"Nonsense!" Shui Miaomiao glared at Tuo Yanjun. She was not mentally distorted enough to laugh when she saw the corpse.
Tuo Yanjun, did he come here specifically to make a fool of himself?
No, Lord Tuo Yan is not bored like this. What does he mean by that?
Shui Miaomiao withdrew her gaze and looked at the straw mat.
