Dou Dou was entrusted by Ling Xuanluo, and after the immortals around the mountain withdrew, he brought the trembling old man into the mountain to settle down. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Who knew that he didn't go far, and a name popped up in his head grotesquely.

In order to confirm how ridiculous his guess was, he deliberately did not go the right way, and specially went around the Floating Life Palace. To his disbelief, as soon as he approached the area where the Floating Life Hall was located, the old man stopped, refusing to go any further.

Doudou did not force him, but stood together, and when he looked closely, he saw that his eyes were glazed, and he did not dare to look up at the majestic bamboo building in front of him, but only stared at the reflection of the palace on the ground by the sun, and his throat kept gurgling, like a crying sound.

He was extremely shocked, did not disturb the old man, waited patiently on the side, and after a long time, the old man actually shouted two words that made his heart ache: big brother.

That's right! What the little boy and Mr. Jiangnan brought back was the Xingzhu Immortal who disappeared back then!

Doudou discovered this secret by himself, and suddenly had difficulty breathing, and his heart was like a knife. He grabbed the rickety bamboo star, and wanted to say something, but tears fell like raindrops.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, how could he believe that Xingzhu Immortal, who had been loved by the people of Jiluo Mountain for many years, would have become like this when he came back after a few years from the mountain? His heart suddenly became empty, and even his brain fell blank because of this sudden blow. The only thing he could do was to repeat the same question as Ling Xuanluo over and over again: Where is Xingzhu Immortal all these years?

Since it has been confirmed that the old man is Xingzhu Immortal, it is of course inappropriate to send him to the guest hall, so Doudou took matters into his own hands and arranged him into a lonely hall that had not been lived in for a long time. If this method is not suitable, when Ling Xuanluo returns, he will make a new decision.

After Doudou finished talking about this experience, Ling Xuanluo not only did not object to his uncle's residence in the Lonely Palace, but also sighed, and only Doudou could handle things so properly.

As soon as he entered Jiluo Mountain, he was delayed by many things, unable to take care of Zhuxing, and I don't know what happened to him now, Ling Xuanluo was very worried, so he ordered Doudou to temporarily return to Mingzhu Peak to standby, and he and Jiang Nanjun hurried over.

Zhuxing sat behind the lonely hall, in the wide courtyard.

Although he lost consciousness, he re-entered this extremely familiar environment, and the speech and behavior that had been childish until now, quietly disappeared.

From the first day that Ling Xuanluo saw him again, even in his sleep, he rarely showed his current quietness, and from a distance, he really looked like a wanderer who had left home at a young age and returned with a head full of gray hair, sitting melancholy in front of the house, nostalgic for the past.

"Uncle Xing!" As soon as Ling Xuanluo saw him like this, he could no longer hide his heartache.

This situation has proved Jiang Nanjun's judgment, Uncle Shi's madness and stupidity, it is really not pretended, otherwise at this time, he will definitely not stop making noise, sitting motionless in front of the court like this, like a dead old tree.

He was rarely quiet, Ling Xuanluo couldn't bear to disturb, hesitated for a while, and then slowly walked to his side, turned him, and then took him into the crook of his arm, and just said: "Ling'er's Uncle Xing, finally go home......" His throat was choked with bitter tears, and he couldn't say any more.

Jiang Nanjun has always complained about Ling Xuanluo, on the way back, he shouldn't have treated Zhuxing so roughly, but when he saw this scene, he really felt the contradictions mixed with his heart and the painful torment.

Even if he complained, he was also dispelled by understanding at this moment, thinking deeply, the so-called not caring about things, caring is chaotic, if it is himself, in the face of such a blow, I am afraid that he will not be able to deal with it calmly. He couldn't bear to look at the heartbreaking scene in front of him, so he could only turn his back.

(To be continued.) )