"I thought about it." Lan Jixuan said bravely, "The reason why the South China Sea was in chaos some time ago was because someone imprisoned the sharks."
Shui Miaomiao nodded, and her eyes signaled Lan Jixuan to continue speaking. That's a good point.
"What does the shark's business have to do with you!" Lord Tuo Yan's violent temper has not dissipated, and his tone is very angry, "Is it your concern whether the shark is dead or not?"
"But the chaos in the South China Sea is related to humans. Once the South China Sea bursts its dykes, who will be spared? Fuhaishan can shake the South China Sea. Maybe saving these sharks is the request of Fuhaishan when he was born..."
Shui Miaomiao applauded Lan Jixuan in her heart. It was great. She didn't have to make it up. It was much more reasonable than she thought.
"It's her!" Tuo Yanjun pointed his sword at Shui Miaomiao, "When I saw her eyes twitching, I didn't feel well. I really thought she went to the South China Sea to save all mankind!"
Shui Miaomiao felt bitter in her heart. Of course, she only saved one person, but in the end, she didn't even leave a handful of loess behind. The tears that she had finally stopped rushed out, and the uncontrollable sobs echoed in the mountain col.
In an instant, Lord Tuo Yan became the target of public criticism and became the object of condemnation with everyone's eyes.
"Just think of it as this reason." Wen Renxian, who had been silent all the time, suddenly said, "Someone is coming. Let's leave first and wait until we can figure things out. While we are explaining the emergence of the sharks into the world, these children can do their best one by one. Hug a few more, and those corpses of the sharks, whoever makes room can put them in, don’t leave anything behind.”
What Wen Renxian said makes sense.
Everyone picked up the children one after another. There were still a few children, and some were still in infancy. They could not be carried and squeezed at will. Lord Tuo Yan reluctantly said in a low voice, "I don't want girls, leave me boys."
But every little shark would burst into tears as soon as they got close to Tuo Yanjun, until they were out of breath.
In the end, he had no choice but to move the corpse and carry Mu Cang.
After a while, the mountain col was deserted. If the heavy rain hadn't fallen into the puddles and splashed blood-red water droplets, who would have discovered that there had been a fierce battle here.
Old An Jue appeared quietly where everyone left.
Mu Cang's cultivation level is low and he is basically undefended. It is easy to throw him into the carriage, but it is a bit troublesome to follow him.
Fortunately, Tuo Yanjun and the others caught a man with a drunken butterfly flower carved on his face and interrogated him out of his destination. Otherwise, An Jue Lao would have thought that he was going to lose his apprentice.
Someone noticed something strange and was coming over. I don't know if it was good or bad, but they were all lured elsewhere by An Jue Lao.
You have to watch the show slowly, it doesn’t matter if it comes to an end all at once••••••
"No one! What do you mean no one! How can you run so fast with a group of children! Waste! Waste! They are all waste."
The woman screamed crazily, her otherwise pleasant face was filled with madness, and she smashed things all over the room crazily.
After being taken away by the wind chime, the woman recovered and immediately gave the order. She did not intend to stay alive, and it was of no use to anyone who liked it!
"Lord, calm down." Feng Chime tried his best to comfort the woman, but was hit on the head and bleeding. I wonder what the situation will be like when I learn that Zui Die has lost contact and is probably dead.
"Ouch!" The angry woman suddenly began to vomit blood, and her delicate skin began to age, and it would eventually match her white hair.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" The woman covered her face, and her cultivation level during the integration period began to decline.
"Where's the medicine? Where's the medicine! Go and get the medicine!" Feng Ling shouted toward the door, and hurriedly stepped forward to hug the woman and steady her, "It's okay, my lord, you'll be fine soon. Do you want to tell the ancestor..." ••••”
When fifty or sixty children make a scene, it's quite spectacular and most people can't stand it.
"What are they crying for!" Hua Yixian was the first to collapse. His face had been twisted into a ball, and he covered his ears, wishing he could jump off the fairy boat now.
"Don't look at me, it's not written in the book." Lan Jixuan waved his hands repeatedly.
Tuo Yanjun jumped off the ship to gain momentum, but Wen Renxian stopped him and said, "I have a vicious spirit and I am not suitable to stay here."
"Then you can cover your face." Wen Renxian pulled Tuo Yanjun back. There were so many children on the boat. If they were attacked, he alone would not be able to protect them.
Several grown men were driven to tears by a group of children who were no taller than their calves.
The only one who seemed calm was Shui Miaomiao. She was dragged by Leng Ningchi to change into clean clothes. When she came back and saw a boatload of bitter faces, she wanted to laugh but couldn't.
"I'm probably hungry. Is there any milk powder? If not, just make some rice soup." Shui Miaomiao looked at the children crawling on the ground and rubbed his eyes, "Even if they are sharks, you can't let them just do it. Wear a single piece of clothing and let the wind blow on the deck...”
Under Shui Miaomiao's command, everyone on the boat finally started moving in a hurry.
"Miaomiao, you are so awesome! It's like being a mother."
"Thank you for the compliment. I haven't had that honor yet." After responding to Hua Yixian's surprise, Shui Miaomiao's figure was a little unstable, and her vision became a bit blurry.
"You go back to your room and rest." Wen Renxian helped Shui Miaomiao, "We can handle it."
"Can."
Wen Renxian picked up Shui Miaomiao and walked towards the room, "I can't even stand still, why are you trying to be strong?"
"I just said that I don't want to trouble Master. I want to bring everyone back."
"I don't like what you said."
"Um?"
Wen Renxian gently put Shui Miaomiao on the bed, "Since you called me Master, why bother? We only have a few children, and we can still take care of them."
Shui Miaomiao lowered her head, not looking at Wen Renxian, "Then I'll bother Master and worry about it. They just lost their father and mother. Although they are too young to know it, it's always..."
Wen Renxian rubbed Shui Miaomiao's head and reassured him not to think too much.
"Oh, by the way, don't let Mr. Tuo Yan get close to the child. Let him smile softly, as if he wants to eat the child. I'm afraid it will leave a shadow of his childhood on others."
"I know everything. You have a good rest. I'll tell you what happens after you rest."
Wen Renxian covered Shui Miaomiao with a quilt, closed the door and left.
Shui Miaomiao stared at the top of the bed. Although she was very dizzy and her whole body was light-headed, she did not dare to close her eyes. Once she closed her eyes, she was the same as Jian Chu was before he disappeared.
Those words that I could never know and the hands that couldn't touch my face.
Jian Chu gouged out his own eyes, which was equivalent to this reunion. He never saw Shui Miaomiao from the beginning to the end, and the yin and yang were separated.
Jian Chu died, with no bones left.
Shui Miaomiao still couldn't believe how she could go back and tell Chu Hongyun that she had made such a promise before setting off.
There was a sound, something furtive.
Shui Miaomiao sat up, the door was pushed open a small crack, and his little feet stepped across the threshold, and it was the little boy with light blue eyes.
"Why did you come here?" Shui Miaomiao asked, disturbing the little boy. He hesitated whether he should enter or not.
"Come here." Shui Miaomiao got out of bed. Her legs were already weak, so she pulled the quilt to the ground and sat down, waving to the little boy.
The little boy was inspired and ran towards Shui Miaomiao and threw himself into Shui Miaomiao's arms.
"It's quite heavy." Shui Miaomiao tried her best to hold the little boy on her body, "You must be the oldest, right?"
The little boy nodded.
"Then why didn't you go and see your younger brother and sister running over? By the way, what's your name?"
"Everyone calls me, call me six, sixty-one." The words are not clear enough, but there is a feeling of grandma in Shui Miaomiao's ears. The hot air rushes towards Shui Miaomiao's ears, but it makes people feel like falling into an ice cellar.
There is no name, but he is called Sixty-One, and he is still the oldest among all the children. Shui Miaomiao does not dare to think about it anymore, why Weiyang and the others are so heartbroken, and why Jian Chu wants to gouge out his eyes.
Sixty-one, what about the first sixty?
"Don't cry, don't cry." Liuyi raised his little hand, "He said, don't cry."
Tong Yanwuji is innocent and cute, but the most hurtful.
Shui Miaomiao thought that she might still know what Jian Chu said in the end, not for herself or others, just for her, please don’t cry••••••
