Ling Xuanluo's brain, which had been chaotic, had a moment of leisure on the way back to Jiluo Mountain. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At this time, he began to look at Zhuxing intently, and connected a series of suspicious points, so he became more and more suspicious that Uncle Shi was pretending to be crazy.

In a hurry, he wanted to use brute force to force him to tell the truth, but fortunately, Jiang Nanjun blocked him and saved the innocent Zhuxing.

After flying for several days, the land of the Central Plains has reappeared under the feet.

Thinking back to the reason why he left Yunnan at the beginning, as soon as he returned, an illusion that life was like a dream in Haisang Ling Valley forced Ling Xuanluo's heart and made him feel heavy.

In fact, it was not long after he left, and he had to be entangled by this kind of pain that was already human and wrong, and he could only sigh with emotion about the impermanence of this world.

After appreciating the strange mountains and beautiful rivers of Yunnan, the scenery of the Central Plains is compared with it, and this place where he has always relied for survival seems unfamiliar.

The experience of the Tongxian Grand Ceremony was reproduced one by one, and the thrilling that followed rushed over like a tidal wave again, making it difficult for him to hold himself. Especially when he remembered that Xi Mutong, who was lying in the ice coffin and still hanging in the fragmented mountain, he felt that the blood was surging up his head, and he was so dizzy that he almost fell into the clouds.

Jiang Nanjun was worried that he would touch the scene, and his concerned eyes never left him. Seeing that as soon as he entered the Central Plains, his cheeks were crimson and his breath was short, so he hurriedly reached out and pressed his shoulder to help him keep his composure.

Ling Xuanluo was trapped in pain and confusion, he was struggling, and he was about to suffocate, but he got such a cold big hand, and suddenly grabbed a rope thrown at him like a person who was falling into the abyss.

With Jiang Nanjun's help, he closed his eyes, adjusted his breath, calmed his mood, and finally survived the first difficulty he had to go through after coming back.

Some distance further, Yunnan had completely disappeared behind the three of them. The impact of memories weakened, and Ling Xuanluo no longer had a splitting headache, but he was still sullen, his eyelids lowered, and he didn't say a word.

Jiang Nanjun asked softly: "Xuanluo, are you still thinking about her?"

This brother has sharp eyes, and no matter what he hides in his heart, he can be firmly captured. Ling Xuanluo's cheeks were flushed when he was asked, and he twisted uneasily, even if he admitted his conjecture.

It is undeniable that almost half of Ling Xuanluo's reluctance to Yunnan comes from his concern for Sangya.

Xi Mutong met with an accident in Penglai, and he could never return to Jiluo Mountain, and Ling Xuanluo left the Central Plains for a long time, and most people didn't know where he went. Neither of them knew what the situation was like in the mountains, so although they had been tired from the journey, they did not want to make any stops, and just wanted to continue their journey without stopping.

But at this time, Zhuxing, who had been shrinking behind Jiang Nanjun and was as quiet as a cat, seemed to be aware of where they were going to take him, and began to make a child's temper, and he couldn't be quiet anymore. He relied on Jiang Nanjun, and he didn't want to go forward.

Ling Xuanluo offended his uncle when he was impulsive, and then saw that he was pitiful, and he was already remorseful. At this time, although his heart was like an arrow, he didn't dare to ask him more, so in desperation, he had to descend the clouds with Jiang Nanjun and fall to a small river, planning to coax him well, and then start again after his mood was relaxed.

The two of them were sitting by the river, coaxing Zhuxing in a different way, when suddenly the river stirred up a splash, and a few drops splashed on them, it turned out that they didn't know who threw a small stone into the river.

"Who is it?" Ling Xuanluo got up vigilantly, pressed the Jiaoqiu sword on his waist with his hand, and looked at the place where the water splashed, but heard a burst of silver bell-like child laughter in the woods behind him: "Hahaha, Brother Ling'er, scaring you, right?"

"It's a little flea!"

With the children's laughter, Jiang Nanjun and Ling Xuanluo heard who he was at the same time, and they both shouted out happily, and then a small figure flashed out from behind the tree, and the little flea appeared in front of them in the blink of an eye.

(To be continued.) )