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Chapter 695

Mei Longxue sat in the stone depression and cried loudly, afraid of disturbing others, she had no choice but to hide here.

The unconcealed sadness echoed in the empty rocky mountain, hit the cliff, and bounced back again, blending intermittently, as if a group of people were crying.

Startled a roosting crow.

Lou Zhong had heard about Mei Longxue's astonishing fighting power; when she was brought up to run for his life in a daze, he felt that his arm strength was beyond ordinary, not something a girl of twelve or thirteen years old could have.

But no matter how good the little girl was, she was just a child after all.Losing a loved one will be sad, and there is no other way to do it except to cry.

Lou Zhong doesn't know how to comfort others, besides, he saw Kucaihua squatting in front of Mei Longxue, and he has been consoling him non-stop for a long time, it seems to have no other purpose except to make Mei Longxue cry more sadly.

"Axue, don't cry. Your master is alive in heaven, and he doesn't want to see you so sad, right?"

Kucaihua's eloquent mouth was extremely clumsy at this time, and she racked her brains until finally she could only pick up some clichés that she would sniff at when she heard them:

"Look, although your master is gone, you still have your senior sister...and me, and I will always be by your side."

Mei Longxue was unmoved, but Kucaihua was a little discouraged.

The sun at noon was so strong, the little girl thought bitterly: I must have sunburned myself.

She curled her lips aggrievedly, raised her sleeves to shade her from the sun, suddenly the top of her head went dark, and there was a little bit of shade on her aching face.

He raised his head a little higher, and saw Jin Yanchen.

"Holy...Holy Lord." Kucaihua stammered, and moved back a little, almost turning over on her back.

What did she just say?If I remember correctly, Mu Dianke was just about to die.

——That's Jin Yanchen's reverse scale.

With a worried heart, Kucaihua did not usher in the storm.On the contrary, Jin Yanchen's expression was very pale, he lifted his robe, and sat down beside Mei Longxue.

Bitter cauliflower stayed where it was, and was stunned for a few breaths before the gods returned to their positions.

A vision from the sky, she had better stay away.

Jin Yanchen didn't look like he was here to persuade people, maybe he just wanted to find a place to sit, and came here when he heard the crying here.

He put his long legs on the rocky slope, looked at the clouds on the black mountain, his thoughts were long, as if he was very quiet, he turned out the things in his heart and exposed them to the sun.

It happened to cry with Mei Longxue.

The day is full of blazing light, and it seems like rotten silver is poured down from the sky. When it falls on Jin Yanchen's black robe, it is sucked up.

He just squinted his eyes and sat looking into the distance, calm and composed, giving people a strange feeling of cooling into the bones in the scorching heat.

Loneliness enters the bone.

Strange to say, Mei Longxue stopped crying.

After groaning, she realized that her face was covered with snot and tears, so she rolled up her sleeves to wipe it off. The big butterfly sleeves were hard to close, and they accidentally rubbed against her arms, slipping and sticking to the surface. A piece of paste.

A piece of sleeve was handed over to her ear, she grabbed it without thinking, and rubbed it on her face.

Sadness came from it, and I cried twice.

Just with that wide black sleeve, he wiped away the snot that came out of his nose.

Bitter cauliflower ran behind the big rock where Lou Zhong was sleeping in the shade, leaned on the edge of the rock and looked out, just in time to see this scene, and her heart jumped out of her throat in fright.

I dare not call again.

Jin Yanchen didn't say anything, and put the cotton handkerchief on Mei Longxue's lap.

"In the future... let's go to Luoyang. The master is gone, and I will be with my senior sister."

Jin Yanchen stood up, his back was bathed in the sun, his back looked more and more depressed, and disappeared in a long path at the end of the mountain road.

As if seeing a ghost, Kucaihua turned around and pinched Lou Zhong: "Does it hurt? Oh my God, he actually asked Axue to wipe his nose with his sleeve!"

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"哐——", the iron door was opened with a key from the outside.

Mu Zijian curled up against the cold stone wall and lazily raised his eyes to see a gray-black figure moving in the dimly lit corridor, carrying a big ball on his back.

You can only tell it's Yaoxin when you get close.

Yaoxin unloaded the firewood from his shoulders, knelt down and spread it out carefully in the corner of the wall, and spread out the clean cotton wool on the bed, then lifted Mu Zijian's shoulders, and moved the person up.

The cell was underground, made of stone, and very cold. He was really worried that Mu Zijian would freeze to death before he starved to death.

Mu Zijian was bruised all over his body, so if he was asked to move it, it was obvious that he was not feeling well.He didn't cry out at all, and watched Yaoxin take out roast chicken, hoof, and corned beef from the barrel and put them all under his feet.

Finally, he took out a jar of wine.

"It's for you at night." Yaoxin said: "If you feel cold and can't sleep, just drink a couple of sips. Thief! You can sleep until dawn."

"Thank you." Mu Zijian was so weak that he had no strength, and his pronunciation was so thin that it could be heard.

"Stop talking, hurry up and eat while it's hot." Yaoxin said, "Now that they are all busy with funerals, I can sneak into the kitchen and get you something to eat. I'm afraid there will only be bad rice to fill your stomach in the future."

Mu Zijian is really hungry.

After entering the mountain, he was thrown into the dungeon, and no one took care of him.He was hungry and thirsty, his body was throbbing with pain, and he was even more exhausted.

The son of the Pianpian family used to be careful about food and clothing, and was particular about turning over a piece of meat several times to cook, but this time he didn't care about anything, he grabbed the meat with his hands regardless of his image, his throat was dry, and he was choked and choked when he swallowed.

Yaoxin was busy getting water for him again.

"Who will do the funeral?" Mu Zijian asked after recovering some strength, "Qian Yu?"

"how do you know?"

"Of the three, he is weaker in force. Although his swordsmanship is exquisite, he only uses external skills. If he forces my father to use a cruel move like 'Han Hai Bing', he has no advantage."

Mu Zijian's mouth was stuffed with meat, his voice was vague, but his thoughts were very clear:
"If you don't use strong moves, Qu Ya and Liang Qing's deep internal strength and fierce fighting style, combined with Qian Yu's flexible and changeable swordsmanship, just help each other.

It is difficult for the three of them to join hands to trap my father, but conversely, it is not so easy for my father to kill any of them. "

It was only then that Yaoxin truly believed the sentence "there are no mediocre people in the Mu family".

Speaking of which, it was all thanks to Mu Zijian that he was able to escape to this life.

At that time, just as Mu Zijin said, Qu Ya, Qian Yu, and Liang Qing joined hands to contain Mu Cangping, and it seemed difficult.

Mei Longxue and Ku Caihua were still two and a half children, Yao Xin urged them to flee for their lives, while he took Mu Zijian and his siblings to run in the opposite direction.

Mu Zijian told him that this would not work.

This Eldest Prince Mu was usually quiet, but he was really straightforward in his actions. With one slap, Mu Yueting, who couldn't stop crying, was knocked unconscious, and helped him tie him to Liangqing's bloody horse.

Crossroads, two roads.

Yaoxin chose one, and the bloody horse carried Mu Yueting to the other.

According to Mu Zijian, Mu Cangping had the same name and valued honor more than his own life.He could accept his son's death at the hands of his opponent, but he would never tolerate his beautiful daughter being carried around by a horse in a coma in the middle of the night, which would ruin Qingyu's reputation.

To be honest, Mu Zijian did it like a gamble.

If Mu Cangping chose his son, and if Mu Yueting met a thief, wouldn't he have harmed his own sister?

Mu Zijian remained silent.

Yaoxin smacked a bit, so he stopped picking such heart-wrenching words, and became worried on Mu Zijian's behalf:
"In this way, your sister has escaped. But you and I absolutely cannot let her go.

——You are such a strange person, why did you give up when you clearly had a way out? "

Mu Zijian smiled wryly at the time: "You are irritable and easy to vent your anger. When the time comes when you really can't escape, don't you think you will take us brothers and sisters on the road together?... If you can live alone, you must be one."

It was the first time that Yaoxin was told that he had a bad temper and he was not angry yet. Think about it, if Mu Cangping really catches up, what would be the first thing he wants to do?
It really made Mr. Mu hit the mark.

He couldn't survive anyway, so why did he take advantage of Mu Cangping's grandson!

It is unclear what kind of person Mu Zijian is, but he must be a good brother.Yoshin thought so.

(End of this chapter)