how to kill a dragon

Yun Zhongjun dropped a pawn, "Jin Nanjing has always acted flawlessly. If you think I'll help you kill him, I'm afraid it's because of an unknown teacher."

Wang Xiaotai cupped her hands, "I don't need you to do anything for me, what I need is for you to do nothing."

Yun Zhongjun smiled and thought this matter was quite interesting, "It seems that you have already made up your mind?

"When did you start trying to kill him?"

Wang Xiaotai's dark eyelashes drooped low, like the trembling wings of a black butterfly covered with dew, casting a small group of slightly green shadows in her eyes, her eyes blinked, "Always."

Since a long time ago, she has always wanted to kill that golden man of God.

After a short breath, Yun Zhongjun nodded, "Okay, before you leave, let's go and see your elder brother, he hasn't eaten for a long time, and has been losing his temper with me, since you are his junior sister, please help me persuade him .

"I think it's been a long time since you guys saw each other."
Wang Xiaotai loosened her tightly clenched fists, nodded slightly, and followed Yun Zhongjun to the apse.

When he arrived at the gate of the palace, Yun Zhongjun stood still, showing some hesitation (zhi zhu lingering), looked at the closed gate, and said in a low voice, "Go in alone, your elder brother... ...Probably won't want to see me very much, you can persuade him well, be at ease as soon as possible, and eat more."

Silently pushing open the palace door, Wang Xiaotai walked into the dimly lit palace alone.

What is the elder brother in memory like?

Even if she is charming, she will not change Li Jiutuan.

When she first met senior brother Li Jiutuan, it was the most tormenting time for Wang Xiaotai. She came to the old mother's palace in the pouring rain, and the red lotus karma from the eight cold hells was burning. She harbored the deepest hatred in the world, but No capacity for revenge.

When Li Jiutuan appeared, he was still holding a steaming medicinal meal in his hand, and looked at him through the heavy rain. Wang Xiaotai squatted on the ground and looked up at him, like looking up at the bright moon in the sky.

He is gentle, fair, tolerant, tall and handsome.

When the pair of peach blossom eyes are bent, it seems to hook all the romantic and freehand brushwork in the world, as if it can hold everything, including the always bowed, embarrassed and silent self in the old mother's palace on Lishan Mountain.

He cut his hair, taught himself and helped him conceal the news of Ao Shun's death on Mount Li.

He probably also saw the 60 graves in the courtyard where he lived.

Although the fate between them is only a few years, when receiving the distress message about Wang Xiaotai from Changsheng, Li Jiutuan ran for her without hesitation.

The Li Jiutuan in Wang Xiaotai's memory was bright, warm, tall and strong.

300 years later, when Wang Xiaotai saw Li Jiutuan again, he was imprisoned in this dark palace.

Although the palace room is dark, but in the deepest part, there is a warm jade couch that exudes warmth and fluorescence, covered with a layer of snow-white velvet blanket, in front of the warm jade couch, there is a low table with a small plate of vermilion fruit, which emits With a strong aura, people will be intoxicated and intoxicated by the smell.

Wang Xiaotai recognized these vermilion fruits, one small one can be sold for thousands of spirit stones outside, as long as one eats one, the Taoist mind will be open and the mind will be able to turn around without hindrance.

But in this palace, the vermilion fruit that people are flocking to is just a fruit that is served on the dinner plate as a snack.

There was not much blood on Li Jiutuan's body, lying under the soft cloud mattress, when he heard someone coming in, he just tilted his head slightly, turned his head to the inside of the bed, and put on a look of ignoring the person at all.

"Brother, it's me, Fuyao."

Wang Xiaotai's title in the mortal world is Fuyao Niangniang, and it is normal to call herself Fuyao on weekdays, and this title is not out of the ordinary even in the ears of Yun Zhongjun.

She deliberately called herself Fuyao in front of Li Jiutuan, the meaning of which may only be understood by Li Jiutuan and Wang Xiaotai.

This title means that Wang Xiaotai is on Li Jiutuan's side.

Li Jiutuan turned his head and seemed to want to say something. Wang Xiaotai sat on the edge of the bed, took his hand, and squeezed it slightly. This is Yunzhongjun's territory, and Yunzhongjun must be spying on the inside. If they say something that shouldn't be said, the two of them probably won't have any good fruit to eat.

"Brother, you are not a child anymore, do you need someone to persuade you to eat?"

Wang Xiaotai's spiritual power flowed into Li Jiutuan's body along her hand. She frowned tightly, not knowing what method Yun Zhongjun used. No outside force is allowed to enter.

There is an extremely domineering spiritual power in his body, confining his own spiritual power, controlling his behavior, preventing him from making too many movements, so he can only be confined on this small bed.

He didn't even have the freedom to blew himself up.

On the ankles, wrists, and even the neck, there are black chains with spells on them. I don't know how long the elder brother has been imprisoned like this.

Wang Xiaotai withdrew her hand, not daring to touch the restriction in Li Jiutuan's body. She just met the elder brother today, so she was not fully prepared yet.

Since there is no preparation for a hit, it is not easy to startle the snake.

"Eldest brother, no matter what happens, we can discuss it. You can ask Yun Zhongjun directly for what you want, and he will agree to you if you want to come. Don't worry about it. Now that you are imprisoned by immortal power, your body has been separated from mortals. Similarly, if you don't eat, your whole body will collapse soon, don't let Fuyao worry, okay?"

Wang Xiaotai reached out and patted Li Jiutuan's arm, comforting him like a child.

"Brother, is there anything you like or want to eat in the mortal world? I will buy it and bring it to you next time. I remember that you like the soft fish cakes under Lishan Mountain the most. Let someone buy it now." OK?"

Wang Xiaotai chatted with Li Jiutuan about some of the parents' gossip, about the little things in the world, about their past, about the jokes about the middle school students in Lishan's old mother's palace.

She spoke very slowly, with a smile on her face, Li Jiutuan grabbed Wang Xiaotai's hand, and slowly wrote the word 'run' on the back of her hand.

Wang Xiaotai smiled, "Brother, do you still remember Xiao Shun? I have cooked braised pork for him a lot, and he loves braised pork the most. Every time he eats it, his mouth is full of oil, for fear that others will snatch it from him. It makes people find it funny. Brother, it hurts Xiao Shun to beat someone, but I never ran away just to eat that mouthful of braised pork.

"Brother, the braised pork is delicious. At that time, I had never eaten anything delicious. For this piece of meat, I would rather be beaten and bloody than let go."

In the dimness, Wang Xiaotai couldn't see Li Jiutuan's expression clearly, but felt that he was gripping her hand tightly, and finally spoke the first words since we met. It seemed that he hadn't spoken for a long time, and his voice was hoarse and deep. If it wasn't very quiet in the palace, it might be ignored, "You shouldn't have come."

You should not have come.

The tip of Wang Xiaotai's nose was sore, he himself was in such a terrible situation, but he was still thinking about her, saying that she shouldn't have come to this muddy water.

Wang Xiaotai grabbed Li Jiutuan's hand and solemnly promised, "It's coming, big brother, you have to live well. If you live, everything will be hopeful. You told me this, remember?"

Live on, no matter if the skin is peeled off or insulted, even if it is stained with dust, just pat it clean, if it bleeds and has a scar, just bandage it up, no matter what, live on, endure this temporary cold winter, spring will come , the flowers will reopen, and there is new hope for everything.

There is hope only if you are alive.

The hands of the two are tightly held together, conveying each other's temperature, and sharing the courage and hope to live.

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