Yun Zhongjun dropped a chess piece and said, "Jin Nan Jing always does everything right. If you want me to help you kill him, I'm afraid it's because of Wu Ming."
Wang Xiaotai held up her hands and said, "I don't need you to do anything for me. What I need is for you to do nothing."
Yun Zhongjun smiled and found this matter quite interesting, "It seems that you have a plan in mind?
"When did you start wanting to kill him?"
Wang Xiaomo's dark eyelashes drooped low, as if the trembling black butterfly wings were stained with dew, casting a small group of slightly green shadows under her eyes. She blinked, "Always."
Since a long time ago, she has always wanted to kill that shining golden man of God.
After a breath, Yun Zhongjun nodded, "Okay, before you leave, go see your senior brother. He hasn't eaten for a long time and has been getting angry with me. Since you are his junior sister, please help me persuade him." .
"I think it's been a long time since I last saw you."
Wang Xiaotai relaxed her tightly clenched fists, nodded slightly, and followed Yun Zhongjun to the back hall.
When he arrived in front of the palace door, Yun Zhongjun stagnated, showing some hesitation (zhi zhu), looking at the closed palace door, and whispered, "You go in alone, your senior brother... ·····Probably he doesn’t want to see me very much, so please advise him to calm down as soon as possible and eat more meals.”
The palace door was pushed open silently, and Wang Xiaotai walked into the dim palace room without any lights.
What does the big brother in your memory look like?
Even if she has alluring beauty, she wouldn’t be replaced by Li Jiutuan.
When she first met her senior brother Li Jiutuan, it was the most painful period for Wang Xiaotai. She came to the Old Mother Palace in the pouring rain, and the red lotus fire from the Eight Cold Hells was burning. She harbored the deepest hatred in the world, but... No ability for revenge.
When Li Jiutuan appeared, he was still holding a steaming medicated meal in his hand, looking at him across the heavy rain. Wang Xiaotai squatted on the ground and looked up at him, like looking up at the bright moon in the sky.
He is gentle, fair, tolerant, tall and handsome.
When a pair of peach blossom eyes are bent, they seem to capture all the romantic and freehand feelings in the world, as if they can hold everything, including the self who always lowers his head, looks embarrassed, and is silent in the old mother's palace on Lishan Mountain.
He cut his hair, taught himself and helped him hide the news of Ao Shun's death on Lishan Mountain.
He probably also saw the 600,000 graves in the small courtyard where he lived.
Although the relationship between them only lasted a few years, when he received a message from Changsheng about Wang Xiaotai asking for help, Li Jiutuan came to her without hesitation.
Li Jiutuan in Wang Xiaotai's memory is bright, warm, tall and strong.
Three hundred years later, when Wang Xiaomo saw Li Jiutuan again, he was locked in this dark palace.
Although the palace is dim, there is a warm jade couch in the deepest part that exudes warm fluorescence, covered with a layer of snow-white velvet blanket. There is a low table in front of the warm jade couch, with a small plate of red fruits placed on the table. The rich aura makes people drunk and crazy when they smell it.
Wang Xiaotai recognized these red fruits. A small one could be sold for thousands of spiritual stones outside. As long as he ate one, his Taoist mind would be attuned and he would be able to turn around without any hindrance.
But in this palace, the red fruits that people flock to are just fruits on the dinner plate as a snack.
There was no blood on Li Jiutuan's body. He was lying under a soft cloud mattress. When he heard someone coming in, he just turned his head slightly and turned his head to the inside of the bed, as if he didn't want to pay attention to the person at all.
"Senior brother, it's me, Fuyao."
Wang Xiaotai's name in the mortal world is Fuyao Empress. It is normal for her to call herself Fuyao on weekdays. This title does not sound out of place even to Yun Zhongjun.
She deliberately called herself Fuyao in front of Li Jiutuan, and probably only Li Jiutuan and Wang Xiaotai could figure out the meaning.
This title means that Wang Xiaotai is on Li Jiutuan's side.
Li Jiutuan turned his head, apparently wanting to say something. Wang Xiaotai sat on the edge of the bed, took his hand, and squeezed it slightly. This was Yun Zhongjun's territory, and Yun Zhongjun must be outside and peering inside. If they say something that shouldn't be said, neither of them will get any good results.
"Senior brother, you are not a child anymore. Do you still need someone to persuade you to eat?"
Wang Xiaotai's spiritual energy flowed into Li Jiutuan's body along her hand. She frowned tightly, not knowing what Yun Zhongjun had done. Li Jiutuan's spiritual energy was stagnant all over, and even the Dan Mansion was forcibly sealed off, let alone Li Jiutuan. It is your own, and no outside force is allowed to enter.
There is an extremely domineering spiritual power in his body, which confines his own spiritual power and controls his behavior. He is not allowed to make too many movements and can only be imprisoned on this small bed.
He didn't even have the freedom to self-destruct and scatter his spirits.
There are black chains with spells on the ankles, wrists, and even the neck. It is not known how long the senior brother has been locked up like this.
Wang Xiaotai retracted her hand, not daring to touch the restriction in Li Jiutuan's body. She had just met her senior brother today and was not fully prepared yet.
Since there is no preparation for a hit, it is not easy to alert the enemy.
"Elder brother, no matter what happens, we can discuss it. Whatever you want, you can ask Yun Zhongjun directly. He will agree to it in the future. Don't be depressed. You are now imprisoned by your immortal power, and your body has become the same as that of a mortal. Likewise, if you don't eat, your whole body will collapse soon, so don't let Fuyao worry, okay?"
Wang Xiaotai reached out and patted Li Jiutuan's arm, comforting him like a child.
"Eldest brother, is there anything you like or want to eat in the mortal world? I will buy it and bring it to you next time. I remember that you love the soft fish cakes at the foot of Lishan Mountain the most. Let me buy it now. OK?"
Wang Xiaotai and Li Jiutuan chatted about some of the family's petty affairs, the trivial fireworks in the world, their past, and the jokes made by the middle school students in Lishan Old Mother's Palace.
She spoke slowly and with a smile, Li Jiutuan grabbed Wang Xiaotai's hand and slowly wrote the word 'run' on the back of her hand.
Wang Xiaotai smiled and said, "Elder brother, do you still remember Xiao Shun? I made a lot of braised pork for him. He loves braised pork the most. Every time he eats it, his mouth is full of oil. He is afraid that others will compete with him. It makes people laugh. Senior brother, it hurts when Xiao Shun hits someone, but I never ran away just to get that bite of braised pork.
"Elder brother, the braised pork is delicious. I didn't eat anything delicious at that time. For this piece of meat, I would rather get beaten and have a bloody head than let go."
In the dimness, Wang Xiaotai couldn't see Li Jiutuan's expression clearly, but she felt that he held her hand tightly, and finally said his first words since they met. He seemed to have not spoken for a long time, his voice was hoarse and low, if If the palace was not very quiet, he would probably be ignored and said, "You shouldn't have come."
You shouldn't have come.
The tip of Wang Xiaomo's nose felt sour. Even though he was in such an unbearable situation, he was still thinking about her, saying that she shouldn't take a trip into this muddy water.
Wang Xiaotai grabbed Li Jiutuan's hand and solemnly promised, "You're here, senior brother, you have to live well. Only by living can you have hope. This is what you told me. Do you remember?"
Live on, no matter how you peel off your skin, or be insulted, even if it is stained with dust, just wipe it clean, or if you bleed or have scars, just bandage it. No matter what, live on, endure this temporary cold winter, spring will come , the flowers will bloom again, and there will be new hope for everything.
Only when you are alive can you have hope.
The two people's hands were tightly held together, conveying each other's warmth, and sharing the courage and hope to live.
Hehe, please take a day off╮(╯▽╰)╭I will update the day after tomorrow.
