The soft voice spoke casually, with disdain in it. The blindfolded old man slightly turned his head. This voice was too familiar to him. In the long and cruel years, the only person who could make him dormant was his master.
——Zhao Gao.
"Yes!" Duan Shui groaned. He was so incredible and found it unbelievable. Could it be that the master wanted to spare the Mo family here, could he be wrong?
After some inference and thought, he must have guessed it correctly. He added: "After this battle, I have figured out Gai Nie's sword skills."
"Very good", the mist of night dew seemed to spread into Zhao Gao's eyes, alienated, confused, with a hint of evil that could not be understood: "Next time, I will definitely kill without mercy!"
"Yes", Duanshui leaned over and listened to the order.
"Sir, are you okay?" Zhao Gao turned around and looked at Li Si, who was walking towards him. He saw that Li Si's face was pale. He had just experienced a bloody storm, which made him look a little depressed. There was already a lot of sweat on his back and palms.
.
Li Si couldn't help but put his hands behind his back and said in an almost calm tone: "Fortunately, I have you protecting me, so I'm fine now."
After a short pause, Zhao Gao added: "As for the secret of Canglong Qisu, Beizhi still has no clue... Beizhi is willing to be punished." As he said this, his face looked like a hypocritical slave.
Face.
"Your merits and demerits will be discussed later. There are very important things for you to do now."
"Sir, please speak," he said, quietly looking at Li Si.
"His Majesty the Emperor is about to embark on an eastward tour. Your mission in Songhai will be put on hold for now. The Young Master orders you and the Six Swordsmen to rush back to Xianyang City and escort His Majesty wholeheartedly without any mistakes."
"I humble myself and obey my orders." Zhao Gao moved the corners of his mouth and gave a thin, unclear smile.
On the machine bird, Thief Zhi stared blankly at the corpse of Pao Ding. He was so excited that he trembled all over. His movement of reaching out suddenly stopped. Tears kept pouring out like water bursting from a dike. His trembling became more and more violent, and his head was covered with beads.
There was a "tinging" sound from the liquid. In addition to calling out the cook's name again and again, he only moved the corners of his mouth upwards, mourning like a confession: "We are late..."
Gao Jianli and Gai Nie remained silent and slowly lowered their eyes.
At the sad point, the thieves' palms unconsciously exerted force, and the sharp Frisbee suddenly pulled a hole in the palm of the hand. Drops of blood rolled down, and the hands trembled, but they did not lose strength at all.
At this time, Sledgehammer grabbed his arm with force, and then he gradually let go of his hand. Sledgehammer gritted his teeth and said: "Next time, Mjolnir will be buckled directly on Ying Zheng's head."
At this time, they raised their heads and faced the sea. The tide of the times incorporated everyone's sadness into that bird, showing it with tears and freezing it with pain.
The continuous magnificent years are like tides, rolling sadness into thoughts that can no longer be found. A song about the two sides of the changing water and the dust and smoke of the troubled world has turned into a beautiful suite, exaggerating the tragic pain. However, at the moment, they do not have too much time to immerse themselves in it.
In pain, because there is still an important task waiting for them to complete.
After a while, the clouds above the head rolled, rising like wisps of green smoke. Their shapes changed several times, all the haze dissipated, and a prosperous maritime city vaguely emerged on the surface of Songhai.
Just like after a storm, what used to be pitch black is now as clear as a cloud and the sun, a mirage, and on this stormy night, they are close again.
Master Ben looked dimly at the silhouette of a person in the corner of the front, with a mixture of sadness, anger and surprise on his face, and he was about to fall down. With his thick eyebrows, high bridge of nose, and his whole body wrapped in cloud clothes, the figure became clearer and clearer. It was a white-clothed figure.
The middle-aged man with Yun Guan holding his hand on the railing, the faint moonlight on the left side of his face revealed an unpredictable aura.
"It's Mr. Yunzhong," Gao Jianli lowered his head and called out in a low voice.
"It seems that they are searching for the new leader of their Mo family." The giant machine bird flew at a reduced speed over Loulan. Yun Zhongjun looked at the scene indifferently. He would not reveal his thoughts in front of others, and he only covered his sly expression with a smile.
Like a wandering prodigal, all the kindness and kindness are disguised. He turned his head and showed a comforting smile to Gong Shuqiu in the shadow behind him: "Unexpectedly, the Mohist birds still have the best fighting ability in the sky compared to bats."
Gongshu Qiu curled his lips and smiled back. He half-closed his eyes and tried to pretend not to care, but he heard the tall man say again: "The Fire Jingshe is about to come, and preparations for the mirage to set sail are imminent. If Mr. Gongshu can't solve the problem for a long time,
Problem, the Gongshu family is afraid that a disaster is coming."
Gong Shuqiu didn't say a word. Although he listened as if nothing had happened, there was something strange on his face. He gritted his teeth and nodded frequently. But when he looked at the patrolling machine bird again, he saw a different device, and a hint of meaning gradually appeared in the corner of his mouth.
Unknown smile.
A gust of wind passed by from the other corner of the mirage.
The falling leaves stopped unconsciously, and the scarlet moon disk finally revealed a soft silver light, making the giant maple tree crystal clear, and the mirage vaguely glowed with five colors. When the courtyard door was opened, one could see a stack of flowers in other houses.
The rows of raised cornices and the faint sound of footsteps could be heard, like the excited cheers of children.
In front of the bright window, wrapped in hazy silver light, the machine bird flies past, like a battle between wind and speed. The moment of light and shadow is like a play of changes. Even the sharpest lens cannot capture it.
The kitten and all the utensils seemed to have formed ice crystals of time. In an instant, the flames of the candlestick also solidified, forming a still beating.
After all the conflicts were reconciled in peace, the machine bird finally broke through and left. However, in an inconspicuous moment, Gai Nie, Gao Jianli, and Thief Zhi had disappeared on the machine bird and lurked into someone in the mirage.
in a corner.
In the cockpit of the giant mechanical bird, there was a guqin used as a scabbard, a corpse, and a tiny dormant creature. A strange black web spider quietly poked its head out of the cook Ding's collar, and in the blink of an eye it was gone again.
Missing, time flows continuously. In an inconspicuous moment, with a "boom", a chess piece is placed on the chessboard, and the pattern begins to change subtly. Then, another spider at the bottom of the machine bird
He also raised his head, seeming to announce the end of one story, but it was just the beginning of another.
There is a feeling when writing a novel that you create a world, and when you finish writing and return to reality, the world closes again.