The best waste god

However, Liu Qianwen didn't know that at this time, Nangong Haotian had already reached the bank of the Great Yellow River west of the fruit forest, and was speeding north along the rolling river.

Although he had also heard Liu Qianwen's call, he believed that Liu Zhengzhao, the silver flute caretaker, would definitely persuade her to go back, so he didn't care about it and didn't go back. He went on the road alone and ran straight to the north.

His original plan was to come to Fengjundu, first find Liu Jingwei, Wuying in the Clouds, and return to the Longlin Knife before going to the Saibei Mountains.

But now, Liu Jingwei's life and death are uncertain, and Liu Qianwen is not sure about picking up the treasured sword. Nangong Haotian can only pin his hope on the waves, but is trapped, and we will talk about it after meeting him in the future.

Now, what Nangong Haotian thinks in his mind is no longer how to pick up the Nangong Shuangjie Longlin Knife, but how to rush to Saibei Mountain to rescue his mother Li Yunji as soon as possible.

Over the past few days, Nangong Haotian went directly from Yongji to Baode, turned to Hekou, and finally went straight to Wubaotou. Nangong Haotian went back to his hometown again to see how Nangong Mansion is doing now.

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In the afternoon of this day, the weather was clear and cloudless, the surrounding birds were chirping, and the trees were sprouting. It was the time when "the random flowers gradually become charming, and Asakusa has no horseshoes"!

A young man in white appeared in Wubaotou, with his hands brushing behind his back, every step seemed to be a simple step forward, but with every step, he was able to walk several meters away, which was really weird.

Naturally, this person is Nangong Haotian who came all the way. Looking up, he has already seen the majestic Wubaotou Tower standing in the air. Where it is, it is not far from Nangong Mansion.

At this moment, even Nangong Haotian, who had been calm all this time, couldn't help becoming anxious. After all, this was his half family. If it wasn't for the body of Nangong Haotian in his previous life, he still doesn't know where he is still a ghost Woolen cloth!

Looking at the tower of Wubaotou, Nangong Haotian paused for a moment, and then he didn't stop, his steps quickened with the excitement of his blood, he wished he could step into the Nanguan Street outside the city in one step.

Thinking of Nanguan Street, Nangong Haotian thought of Nangong Mansion being set on fire by Shangguan Mie, and his uncle Nangong Shuangliang who died tragically at the hands of Shangguan Mie. Nangong Shuangliang's unwilling look at that time is still vivid when he thinks about it now. In the eyes.

The most urgent task now is to find the coffin of his father Nangong Shuangjie!Another thing is to see if there are still people alive in Nangong Mansion back then.

Although there was a fire in Nangong Shuangliang's house that night, Nangong Shuangliang had already sent someone to send the coffin of his father Nangong Shuangjie back to Yulinhe's hometown before that.

Nangong Haotian kept thinking about these questions over and over in his heart. Due to the excitement and anxiety in his heart, he shook his hands, and his palms were already soaked with sweat.

Walking to the front of Nangong Mansion, I saw that the huge mansion had been completely turned into rubble, and the charred wood and black walls had turned into a light smoky color after more than a year of wind, rain and sun. There is also a lot of grass growing among the rubble, which looks extremely desolate and desolate, and a feeling of desolation rises from the bottom of my heart.

"I just got a perfect family, but why did you take it away again, Shangguan Mie, you bastard? Don't you want to let me, Nangong Haotian, have a home? In my previous life, I didn't even know how I was born. I know, my parents are even more extravagant expectations for me, in this life, you took it away again, it's ridiculous..." Nangong Haotian lamented a little, maybe God just didn't want to give him a home.

Having settled down, Nangong Haotian shifted his gaze, looked around, and found a middle-aged man hurriedly coming out of the downstairs neighbor on the left.

Nangong Haotian's eyes brightened. According to the memory of Nangong Haotian in his previous life, this person's surname was Ning. "I might be able to get some news from him!"

Nangong Haotian stroked his sleeves, immediately took a few steps forward, cupped his hands and said, "Hello, Uncle Ning!"

When the middle-aged man surnamed Ning heard Nangong Haotian's voice, he hurriedly stopped and looked around in confusion.

Seeing the confusion in the eyes of the middle-aged man surnamed Ning, Nangong Haotian explained: "Uncle Ning, I am Haotian of Yulin River, Nangong Haotian."

The middle-aged man surnamed Ning was overjoyed when he heard it, and suddenly said: "Yes, you are Haotian, why haven't you seen each other for more than a year, you look like an adult."

The middle-aged man surnamed Ning suddenly turned his gaze and asked curiously, "Where's your mother? Why didn't you see her coming?"

When Nangong Haotian heard that he asked about his mother Li Yunji, his smile suddenly subsided. Thinking of what happened for so long, there were countless words in his heart.

No matter how powerful Nangong Haotian was in the 25th century, he was only a person under the age of 20, and he had experienced so many things. Most of them were seen on TV and had no real experience.

Now someone mentions his sadness, subconsciously he will open his mouth to say it, but then he thinks, it's better not to involve too much in these things!

Thinking of this, Nangong Haotian said vaguely: "Yes, my mother didn't come."

Realizing that he had strayed off topic, Nangong Haotian paused, and quickly got back to the topic, "My uncle and the others..."

"Your uncle, alas, it's a pity that the whole family is gone like this. Alas, later on, we also helped to bury more than 100 people in Nangong Mansion. The dead are the most important. This is a pity... ..." The middle-aged man surnamed Ning lamented and replied: "Isn't your father's coffin still parked in the dilapidated ancestral hall of the Li family in the southern suburbs?"

Nangong Haotian felt sore in his heart, his eyes were filled with tears, and he nodded hastily, "Yes, Haotian is here for this matter, but my mother has already left old Xu Fu here to take care of her..."

In order to add more words, he had to make up a story. That day he saw the old Xu Fu being executed by those gray-clothed masked men, and the scene of cutting off his head was still echoing in Nangong Haotian's mind.

The middle-aged man surnamed Ning said in amazement: "You don't know, that old Xu Fu in your family was already executed by someone Ling Chi that night."

Nangong Haotian trembled all over, his complexion changed drastically, hot tears welled up in both eyes, and finally rolled down, "Shangguan, the ghost-faced scholar, is really cruel and merciless in destroying that daring thief, even an old servant who is nearly seventy years old is not willing to let him go!" Pass……"

The middle-aged man said: "At that time, two little Huazi discovered the old Xu Fu's body. Later, the beggar head of the city was also responsible for buying the coffin and collecting it. You'd better ask them, maybe you can find something .”

Nangong Haotian was taken aback when he heard that, the old Xu Fu was also killed in Nangong's mansion back then, how could he be discovered by the beggar?Could it be that Shangguan Mie sent someone to abandon his body?That was inhumane.

With doubts, Nangong Haotian hurriedly cupped his hands, said "goodbye", then turned around and strode towards the southern suburbs.

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