novelapdf Chapter 55 Big Brother, when Li Jing stopped Second Brother, you should have stabbed him to death wi
Chapter 55 Big Brother, when Li Jing stopped Second Brother, you should have stabbed him to death wi
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Nezha was in a daze...
I was awakened by a strange feeling that I couldn't quite explain.
It was as if the very breath of this world itself was fluctuating, gently brushing past like a breeze.
But it is this seemingly insignificant "brushing past" that is so powerful.
The lotus essence within him, which had nearly collapsed and disintegrated, miraculously stabilized a little.
Nezha slowly opened his eyes.
Upon closer inspection...
It was the top of an unfamiliar military tent.
A faint scent of herbs filled the tent.
"Second Brother?!"
"No, that's not right!"
"Isn't this the main tent of Xiqi?"
Nezha paused for a brief moment.
My memory is still stuck on the last scene—
The arrogant, crimson-gold dharma image clenched its five fingers, unleashing a crushing force as if the heavens and earth were collapsing.
His own three-headed, six-armed Dharma body shattered inch by inch within the giant palm, groaning in agony.
"Could it be that I'm dead?"
"But the underworld..."
"Shouldn't it be like this?"
Despite the excruciating pain throughout his body, Nezha struggled to move his eyeballs.
Suddenly.
He noticed the corner of the tent...
A young man dressed in a black robe was sitting quietly on a tattered futon.
A black spear, exuding a chilling aura, lay casually across the young man's lap.
On the gun barrel, crimson-gold dragon patterns are intertwined with silver-white lines, flowing slowly as if they were alive.
"Gu Xuan?!"
Nezha's pupils contracted sharply, and his muscles tensed up instinctively.
He was like a frightened tiger cub, ready to pounce and fight at any moment.
but--
Nezha soon discovered that he was not bound by any restrictions.
instead......
Instead, the last remaining trace of lotus essence in his heart was protected by a gentle, primordial power.
"this......"
Nezha looked at Gu Xuan blankly.
Injuries...
Was it Gu Xuan who protected her?
......
at the same time.
Gu Xuan was also quietly watching Nezha.
The two stared at each other in silence for a moment.
Gu Xuan spoke first, his voice very soft.
"woke up?"
Nezha opened his dry, chapped lips.
For a moment, I didn't know what to say in response.
A thousand thoughts and all sorts of incredible guesses raced through my mind.
at last......
He could only be like a little mute, unable to say anything.
Just when the atmosphere was becoming somewhat awkward—
"Splash!"
The curtain was lifted.
A slightly chilly morning breeze drifted into the tent.
Yang Jian, dressed in a silver robe and carrying a bowl of water, strode in.
His first glance swept over the corner where Gu Xuan was, and then he looked at the bed where Nezha was.
Then......
He froze on the spot.
The hand holding the bowl of water suddenly shook.
Water splashed out, wetting the silvery-white cuffs.
Yang Jian stared intently at Nezha on the bed, who was looking at him with a complex expression, his lips trembling slightly.
"where--"
The sound had barely begun when it got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound anymore.
Nezha looked at Yang Jian's somewhat comical appearance and his red, swollen, and dry eyes.
Nezha was stunned for a moment.
Then...
He slowly opened his mouth.
A bright, even slightly mischievous smile appeared on his face.
"Second Brother."
"you......"
"Did you cry?"
Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, then forcefully turned his head away.
Then, he replied in a dull and stiff voice.
"no."
Seeing this, Nezha's smile deepened.
But as I laughed...
He noticed his second brother turning his head away, trying to hide his emotions...
However, his gaze unconsciously drifted towards Gu Xuan in another direction inside the tent.
and--
The way the second brother looked at Gu Xuan...
It's changed?!
No more obsessions?!
Instead, it gave rise to a kind of...
rely?!
Nezha suddenly turned his head.
She looked at Gu Xuan with disbelief in her eyes.
"you--"
He opened his mouth.
"What exactly are you...?"
An absurd yet reasonable guess stuck in my throat.
but--
In the end, he didn't say a word.
Inside the tent, a brief silence fell once again.
Gu Xuan got up from the futon and walked slowly to Nezha's bedside.
Looking down at Nezha, his gaze lingered on the spot in his heart.
The shocking cracks were faintly visible beneath the robes, emitting a faint, flickering light that seemed ready to be extinguished at any moment.
Gu Xuan slowly raised his right hand.
Place your palm on a spot about an inch above Nezha's chest.
A stream of energy, carrying the "Defying Fate and Subduing the Heart" Heavenly Status, flowed past like a gentle stream.
As the warmth flowed into his body, Nezha shuddered and his eyes widened abruptly.
The lotus essence fragments within the body, which resembled shattered porcelain, actually stopped their tendency to shatter under the infusion of this mysterious energy!
Although this stability is far from restoring the original state.
but--
We've stabilized!
Do not!
To be more precise...
They must be frozen in place!
Nezha tilted his head and stared blankly at Gu Xuan.
A moment later.
Gu Xuan naturally withdrew his hand.
"Things of the fundamental nature cannot be rushed."
He paused, then continued.
"But I won't let you leave."
After saying that, he turned around, walked back to the prayer mat, and sat down again.
It was as if I had just done something trivial.
Nezha lay on the bed, staring blankly at him.
The lotus essence, now completely stabilized in his chest, emanated a strange warmth.
Yang Jian saw this.
He slowly walked to the bedside and sat down.
He held the bowl of water to Nezha's chapped lips and watched him drink it down, sip by sip.
He then took a deep breath and slowly opened his mouth.
He recounted the events that occurred after Nezha fell into a coma, one by one.
When talking about his return to Xiqi to pick up people, and Li Jing blocking the road with a pagoda in his hand.
Nezha's previously weak hands suddenly gripped the wooden strips on the edge of the bed, and a violent killing intent overflowed from his eyes.
but......
He didn't speak.
As Yang Jian finished speaking.
After a long time—
Nezha suddenly turned his head.
His gaze was fixed on the black-robed youth sitting on the futon.
"Big brother!"
"When Li Jing stopped his second brother—"
Nezha paused for a moment, then said, word by word.
"You should have—"
"Shoot him dead!"
That "Big Brother" address.
Nezha spoke it extremely naturally and fluently.
just like......
He had already silently called out this name a thousand times in his heart.
Yang Jian was slightly taken aback.
He lowered his head and didn't say anything.
But a faint smile appeared on his lowered face.
Gu Xuan turned his head and gave Nezha a deep look.
A fleeting, frost-gold pattern appeared deep within his eyes.
He twitched his lips slightly, a faint smile appearing on his face, and nodded.
"it is good."
"next time."
Upon hearing this reply, Nezha paused for a moment.
Then he grinned and burst into unrestrained laughter.
"Hahahaha..."
He was laughing for a while, then suddenly seemed to have a stitch in his side.
He clutched his chest and coughed heavily a few times.
Yang Jian felt both sorry for him and amused by the sight.
He could only shake his head helplessly and smile as he stepped forward.
They gently helped Nezha up, patted his back, and helped him catch his breath.
Gu Xuan sat quietly cross-legged on the futon.
Looking at the scene before me.
The faint curve at the corners of her mouth lingered for a long time.
......
at the same time.
Deep within the Golden Light Cave on Qianyuan Mountain.
On an ancient and simple stone platform, exuding the aura of the Great Way.
A middle-aged Taoist priest in a moon-white robe and a middle-aged Taoist priest in a fiery red robe sat cross-legged facing each other.
Taiyi Zhenren's face turned bright red.
He looked at Master Yu Ding opposite him, his voice almost shouting, and spittle nearly flew onto Yu Ding's face.
"so......"
"When you left, you just watched Yang Jiao..."
"...Looking at Gu Xuan, and your precious disciple..."
"They were all wiped out and taken back to the Shang army camp?!"
When talking about his return to Xiqi to pick up people, and Li Jing blocking the road with a pagoda in his hand.
Nezha's previously weak hands suddenly gripped the wooden strips on the edge of the bed, and a violent killing intent overflowed from his eyes.
but......
He didn't speak.
As Yang Jian finished speaking.
After a long time—
Nezha suddenly turned his head.
His gaze was fixed on the black-robed youth sitting on the futon.
"Big brother!"
"When Li Jing stopped his second brother—"
Nezha paused for a moment, then said, word by word.
"You should have—"
"Shoot him dead!"
That "Big Brother" address.
Nezha spoke it extremely naturally and fluently.
just like......
He had already silently called out this name a thousand times in his heart.
Yang Jian was slightly taken aback.
He lowered his head and didn't say anything.
But a faint smile appeared on his lowered face.
Gu Xuan turned his head and gave Nezha a deep look.
A fleeting, frost-gold pattern appeared deep within his eyes.
He twitched his lips slightly, a faint smile appearing on his face, and nodded.
"it is good."
"next time."
Upon hearing this reply, Nezha paused for a moment.
Then he grinned and burst into unrestrained laughter.
"Hahahaha..."
He was laughing for a while, then suddenly seemed to have a stitch in his side.
He clutched his chest and coughed heavily a few times.
Yang Jian felt both sorry for him and amused by the sight.
He could only shake his head helplessly and smile as he stepped forward.
They gently helped Nezha up, patted his back, and helped him catch his breath.
Gu Xuan sat quietly cross-legged on the futon.
Looking at the scene before me.
The faint curve at the corners of her mouth lingered for a long time.
......
at the same time.
Deep within the Golden Light Cave on Qianyuan Mountain.
On an ancient and simple stone platform, exuding the aura of the Great Way.
A middle-aged Taoist priest in a moon-white robe and a middle-aged Taoist priest in a fiery red robe sat cross-legged facing each other.
Taiyi Zhenren's face turned bright red.
He looked at Master Yu Ding opposite him, his voice almost shouting, and spittle nearly flew onto Yu Ding's face.
"so......"
"When you left, you just watched Yang Jiao..."
"...Looking at Gu Xuan, and your precious disciple..."
"They were all wiped out and taken back to the Shang army camp?!"
When talking about his return to Xiqi to pick up people, and Li Jing blocking the road with a pagoda in his hand.
Nezha's previously weak hands suddenly gripped the wooden strips on the edge of the bed, and a violent killing intent overflowed from his eyes.
but......
He didn't speak.
As Yang Jian finished speaking.
After a long time—
Nezha suddenly turned his head.
His gaze was fixed on the black-robed youth sitting on the futon.
"Big brother!"
"When Li Jing stopped his second brother—"
Nezha paused for a moment, then said, word by word.
"You should have—"
"Shoot him dead!"
That "Big Brother" address.
Nezha spoke it extremely naturally and fluently.
just like......
He had already silently called out this name a thousand times in his heart.
Yang Jian was slightly taken aback.
He lowered his head and didn't say anything.
But a faint smile appeared on his lowered face.
Gu Xuan turned his head and gave Nezha a deep look.
A fleeting, frost-gold pattern appeared deep within his eyes.
He twitched his lips slightly, a faint smile appearing on his face, and nodded.
"it is good."
"next time."
Upon hearing this reply, Nezha paused for a moment.
Then he grinned and burst into unrestrained laughter.
"Hahahaha..."
He was laughing for a while, then suddenly seemed to have a stitch in his side.
He clutched his chest and coughed heavily a few times.
Yang Jian felt both sorry for him and amused by the sight.
He could only shake his head helplessly and smile as he stepped forward.
They gently helped Nezha up, patted his back, and helped him catch his breath.
Gu Xuan sat quietly cross-legged on the futon.
Looking at the scene before me.
The faint curve at the corners of her mouth lingered for a long time.
......
at the same time.
Deep within the Golden Light Cave on Qianyuan Mountain.
On an ancient and simple stone platform, exuding the aura of the Great Way.
A middle-aged Taoist priest in a moon-white robe and a middle-aged Taoist priest in a fiery red robe sat cross-legged facing each other.
Taiyi Zhenren's face turned bright red.
He looked at Master Yu Ding opposite him, his voice almost shouting, and spittle nearly flew onto Yu Ding's face.
"so......"
"When you left, you just watched Yang Jiao..."
"...Looking at Gu Xuan, and your precious disciple..."
"They were all wiped out and taken back to the Shang army camp?!"
When talking about his return to Xiqi to pick up people, and Li Jing blocking the road with a pagoda in his hand.
Nezha's previously weak hands suddenly gripped the wooden strips on the edge of the bed, and a violent killing intent overflowed from his eyes.
but......
He didn't speak.
As Yang Jian finished speaking.
After a long time—
Nezha suddenly turned his head.
His gaze was fixed on the black-robed youth sitting on the futon.
"Big brother!"
"When Li Jing stopped his second brother—"
Nezha paused for a moment, then said, word by word.
"You should have—"
"Shoot him dead!"
That "Big Brother" address.
Nezha spoke it extremely naturally and fluently.
just like......
He had already silently called out this name a thousand times in his heart.
Yang Jian was slightly taken aback.
He lowered his head and didn't say anything.
But a faint smile appeared on his lowered face.
Gu Xuan turned his head and gave Nezha a deep look.
A fleeting, frost-gold pattern appeared deep within his eyes.
He twitched his lips slightly, a faint smile appearing on his face, and nodded.
"it is good."
"next time."
Upon hearing this reply, Nezha paused for a moment.
Then he grinned and burst into unrestrained laughter.
"Hahahaha..."
He was laughing for a while, then suddenly seemed to have a stitch in his side.
He clutched his chest and coughed heavily a few times.
Yang Jian felt both sorry for him and amused by the sight.
He could only shake his head helplessly and smile as he stepped forward.
They gently helped Nezha up, patted his back, and helped him catch his breath.
Gu Xuan sat quietly cross-legged on the futon.
Looking at the scene before me.
The faint curve at the corners of her mouth lingered for a long time.
......
at the same time.
Deep within the Golden Light Cave on Qianyuan Mountain.
On an ancient and simple stone platform, exuding the aura of the Great Way.
A middle-aged Taoist priest in a moon-white robe and a middle-aged Taoist priest in a fiery red robe sat cross-legged facing each other.
Taiyi Zhenren's face turned bright red.
He looked at Master Yu Ding opposite him, his voice almost shouting, and spittle nearly flew onto Yu Ding's face.
"so......"
"When you left, you just watched Yang Jiao..."
"...Looking at Gu Xuan, and your precious disciple..."
"They were all wiped out and taken back to the Shang army camp?!"
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When talking about his return to Xiqi to pick up people, and Li Jing blocking the road with a pagoda in his hand.
Nezha's previously weak hands suddenly gripped the wooden strips on the edge of the bed, and a violent killing intent overflowed from his eyes.
but......
He didn't speak.
As Yang Jian finished speaking.
After a long time—
Nezha suddenly turned his head.
His gaze was fixed on the black-robed youth sitting on the futon.
"Big brother!"
"When Li Jing stopped his second brother—"
Nezha paused for a moment, then said, word by word.
"You should have—"
"Shoot him dead!"
That "Big Brother" address.
Nezha spoke it extremely naturally and fluently.
just like......
He had already silently called out this name a thousand times in his heart.
Yang Jian was slightly taken aback.
He lowered his head and didn't say anything.
But a faint smile appeared on his lowered face.
Gu Xuan turned his head and gave Nezha a deep look.
A fleeting, frost-gold pattern appeared deep within his eyes.
He twitched his lips slightly, a faint smile appearing on his face, and nodded.
"it is good."
"next time."
Upon hearing this reply, Nezha paused for a moment.
Then he grinned and burst into unrestrained laughter.
"Hahahaha..."
He was laughing for a while, then suddenly seemed to have a stitch in his side.
He clutched his chest and coughed heavily a few times.
Yang Jian felt both sorry for him and amused by the sight.
He could only shake his head helplessly and smile as he stepped forward.
They gently helped Nezha up, patted his back, and helped him catch his breath.
Gu Xuan sat quietly cross-legged on the futon.
Looking at the scene before me.
The faint curve at the corners of her mouth lingered for a long time.
......
at the same time.
Deep within the Golden Light Cave on Qianyuan Mountain.
On an ancient and simple stone platform, exuding the aura of the Great Way.
A middle-aged Taoist priest in a moon-white robe and a middle-aged Taoist priest in a fiery red robe sat cross-legged facing each other.
Taiyi Zhenren's face turned bright red.
He looked at Master Yu Ding opposite him, his voice almost shouting, and spittle nearly flew onto Yu Ding's face.
"so......"
"When you left, you just watched Yang Jiao..."
"...Looking at Gu Xuan, and your precious disciple..."
"They were all wiped out and taken back to the Shang army camp?!"
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He recounted the events that occurred after Nezha fell into a coma, one by one.
When talking about his return to Xiqi to pick up people, and Li Jing blocking the road with a pagoda in his hand.
Nezha's previously weak hands suddenly gripped the wooden strips on the edge of the bed, and a violent killing intent overflowed from his eyes.
but......
He didn't speak.
As Yang Jian finished speaking.
After a long time—
Nezha suddenly turned his head.
His gaze was fixed on the black-robed youth sitting on the futon.
"Big brother!"
"When Li Jing stopped his second brother—"
Nezha paused for a moment, then said, word by word.
"You should have—"
"Shoot him dead!"
That "Big Brother" address.
Nezha spoke it extremely naturally and fluently.
just like......
He had already silently called out this name a thousand times in his heart.
Yang Jian was slightly taken aback.
He lowered his head and didn't say anything.
But a faint smile appeared on his lowered face.
Gu Xuan turned his head and gave Nezha a deep look.
A fleeting, frost-gold pattern appeared deep within his eyes.
He twitched his lips slightly, a faint smile appearing on his face, and nodded.
"it is good."
"next time."
Upon hearing this reply, Nezha paused for a moment.
Then he grinned and burst into unrestrained laughter.
"Hahahaha..."
He was laughing for a while, then suddenly seemed to have a stitch in his side.
He clutched his chest and coughed heavily a few times.
Yang Jian felt both sorry for him and amused by the sight.
He could only shake his head helplessly and smile as he stepped forward.
They gently helped Nezha up, patted his back, and helped him catch his breath.
Gu Xuan sat quietly cross-legged on the futon.
Looking at the scene before me.
The faint curve at the corners of her mouth lingered for a long time.
......
at the same time.
Deep within the Golden Light Cave on Qianyuan Mountain.
On an ancient and simple stone platform, exuding the aura of the Great Way.
A middle-aged Taoist priest in a moon-white robe and a middle-aged Taoist priest in a fiery red robe sat cross-legged facing each other.
Taiyi Zhenren's face turned bright red.
He looked at Master Yu Ding opposite him, his voice almost shouting, and spittle nearly flew onto Yu Ding's face.
"so......"
"When you left, you just watched Yang Jiao..."
"...Looking at Gu Xuan, and your precious disciple..."
"They were all wiped out and taken back to the Shang army camp?!"
When talking about his return to Xiqi to pick up people, and Li Jing blocking the road with a pagoda in his hand.
Nezha's previously weak hands suddenly gripped the wooden strips on the edge of the bed, and a violent killing intent overflowed from his eyes.
but......
He didn't speak.
As Yang Jian finished speaking.
After a long time—
Nezha suddenly turned his head.
His gaze was fixed on the black-robed youth sitting on the futon.
"Big brother!"
"When Li Jing stopped his second brother—"
Nezha paused for a moment, then said, word by word.
"You should have—"
"Shoot him dead!"
That "Big Brother" address.
Nezha spoke it extremely naturally and fluently.
just like......
He had already silently called out this name a thousand times in his heart.
Yang Jian was slightly taken aback.
He lowered his head and didn't say anything.
But a faint smile appeared on his lowered face.
Gu Xuan turned his head and gave Nezha a deep look.
A fleeting, frost-gold pattern appeared deep within his eyes.
He twitched his lips slightly, a faint smile appearing on his face, and nodded.
"it is good."
"next time."
Upon hearing this reply, Nezha paused for a moment.
Then he grinned and burst into unrestrained laughter.
"Hahahaha..."
He was laughing for a while, then suddenly seemed to have a stitch in his side.
He clutched his chest and coughed heavily a few times.
Yang Jian felt both sorry for him and amused by the sight.
He could only shake his head helplessly and smile as he stepped forward.
They gently helped Nezha up, patted his back, and helped him catch his breath.
Gu Xuan sat quietly cross-legged on the futon.
Looking at the scene before me.
The faint curve at the corners of her mouth lingered for a long time.
......
at the same time.
Deep within the Golden Light Cave on Qianyuan Mountain.
On an ancient and simple stone platform, exuding the aura of the Great Way.
A middle-aged Taoist priest in a moon-white robe and a middle-aged Taoist priest in a fiery red robe sat cross-legged facing each other.
Taiyi Zhenren's face turned bright red.
He looked at Master Yu Ding opposite him, his voice almost shouting, and spittle nearly flew onto Yu Ding's face.
"so......"
"When you left, you just watched Yang Jiao..."
"...Looking at Gu Xuan, and your precious disciple..."
"They were all wiped out and taken back to the Shang army camp?!"
When talking about his return to Xiqi to pick up people, and Li Jing blocking the road with a pagoda in his hand.
Nezha's previously weak hands suddenly gripped the wooden strips on the edge of the bed, and a violent killing intent overflowed from his eyes.
but......
He didn't speak.
As Yang Jian finished speaking.
After a long time—
Nezha suddenly turned his head.
His gaze was fixed on the black-robed youth sitting on the futon.
"Big brother!"
"When Li Jing stopped his second brother—"
Nezha paused for a moment, then said, word by word.
"You should have—"
"Shoot him dead!"
That "Big Brother" address.
Nezha spoke it extremely naturally and fluently.
just like......
He had already silently called out this name a thousand times in his heart.
Yang Jian was slightly taken aback.
He lowered his head and didn't say anything.
But a faint smile appeared on his lowered face.
Gu Xuan turned his head and gave Nezha a deep look.
A fleeting, frost-gold pattern appeared deep within his eyes.
He twitched his lips slightly, a faint smile appearing on his face, and nodded.
"it is good."
"next time."
Upon hearing this reply, Nezha paused for a moment.
Then he grinned and burst into unrestrained laughter.
"Hahahaha..."
He was laughing for a while, then suddenly seemed to have a stitch in his side.
He clutched his chest and coughed heavily a few times.
Yang Jian felt both sorry for him and amused by the sight.
He could only shake his head helplessly and smile as he stepped forward.
They gently helped Nezha up, patted his back, and helped him catch his breath.
Gu Xuan sat quietly cross-legged on the futon.
Looking at the scene before me.
The faint curve at the corners of her mouth lingered for a long time.
......
at the same time.
Deep within the Golden Light Cave on Qianyuan Mountain.
On an ancient and simple stone platform, exuding the aura of the Great Way.
A middle-aged Taoist priest in a moon-white robe and a middle-aged Taoist priest in a fiery red robe sat cross-legged facing each other.
Taiyi Zhenren's face turned bright red.
He looked at Master Yu Ding opposite him, his voice almost shouting, and spittle nearly flew onto Yu Ding's face.
"so......"
"When you left, you just watched Yang Jiao..."
"...Looking at Gu Xuan, and your precious disciple..."
"They were all wiped out and taken back to the Shang army camp?!"
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He then took a deep breath and slowly opened his mouth.
He recounted the events that occurred after Nezha fell into a coma, one by one.
When talking about his return to Xiqi to pick up people, and Li Jing blocking the road with a pagoda in his hand.
Nezha's previously weak hands suddenly gripped the wooden strips on the edge of the bed, and a violent killing intent overflowed from his eyes.
but......
He didn't speak.
As Yang Jian finished speaking.
After a long time—
Nezha suddenly turned his head.
His gaze was fixed on the black-robed youth sitting on the futon.
"Big brother!"
"When Li Jing stopped his second brother—"
Nezha paused for a moment, then said, word by word.
"You should have—"
"Shoot him dead!"
That "Big Brother" address.
Nezha spoke it extremely naturally and fluently.
just like......
He had already silently called out this name a thousand times in his heart.
Yang Jian was slightly taken aback.
He lowered his head and didn't say anything.
But a faint smile appeared on his lowered face.
Gu Xuan turned his head and gave Nezha a deep look.
A fleeting, frost-gold pattern appeared deep within his eyes.
He twitched his lips slightly, a faint smile appearing on his face, and nodded.
"it is good."
"next time."
Upon hearing this reply, Nezha paused for a moment.
Then he grinned and burst into unrestrained laughter.
"Hahahaha..."
He was laughing for a while, then suddenly seemed to have a stitch in his side.
He clutched his chest and coughed heavily a few times.
Yang Jian felt both sorry for him and amused by the sight.
He could only shake his head helplessly and smile as he stepped forward.
They gently helped Nezha up, patted his back, and helped him catch his breath.
Gu Xuan sat quietly cross-legged on the futon.
Looking at the scene before me.
The faint curve at the corners of her mouth lingered for a long time.
......
at the same time.
Deep within the Golden Light Cave on Qianyuan Mountain.
On an ancient and simple stone platform, exuding the aura of the Great Way.
A middle-aged Taoist priest in a moon-white robe and a middle-aged Taoist priest in a fiery red robe sat cross-legged facing each other.
Taiyi Zhenren's face turned bright red.
He looked at Master Yu Ding opposite him, his voice almost shouting, and spittle nearly flew onto Yu Ding's face.
"so......"
"When you left, you just watched Yang Jiao..."
"...Looking at Gu Xuan, and your precious disciple..."
"They were all wiped out and taken back to the Shang army camp?!"
When talking about his return to Xiqi to pick up people, and Li Jing blocking the road with a pagoda in his hand.
Nezha's previously weak hands suddenly gripped the wooden strips on the edge of the bed, and a violent killing intent overflowed from his eyes.
but......
He didn't speak.
As Yang Jian finished speaking.
After a long time—
Nezha suddenly turned his head.
His gaze was fixed on the black-robed youth sitting on the futon.
"Big brother!"
"When Li Jing stopped his second brother—"
Nezha paused for a moment, then said, word by word.
"You should have—"
"Shoot him dead!"
That "Big Brother" address.
Nezha spoke it extremely naturally and fluently.
just like......
He had already silently called out this name a thousand times in his heart.
Yang Jian was slightly taken aback.
He lowered his head and didn't say anything.
But a faint smile appeared on his lowered face.
Gu Xuan turned his head and gave Nezha a deep look.
A fleeting, frost-gold pattern appeared deep within his eyes.
He twitched his lips slightly, a faint smile appearing on his face, and nodded.
"it is good."
"next time."
Upon hearing this reply, Nezha paused for a moment.
Then he grinned and burst into unrestrained laughter.
"Hahahaha..."
He was laughing for a while, then suddenly seemed to have a stitch in his side.
He clutched his chest and coughed heavily a few times.
Yang Jian felt both sorry for him and amused by the sight.
He could only shake his head helplessly and smile as he stepped forward.
They gently helped Nezha up, patted his back, and helped him catch his breath.
Gu Xuan sat quietly cross-legged on the futon.
Looking at the scene before me.
The faint curve at the corners of her mouth lingered for a long time.
......
at the same time.
Deep within the Golden Light Cave on Qianyuan Mountain.
On an ancient and simple stone platform, exuding the aura of the Great Way.
A middle-aged Taoist priest in a moon-white robe and a middle-aged Taoist priest in a fiery red robe sat cross-legged facing each other.
Taiyi Zhenren's face turned bright red.
He looked at Master Yu Ding opposite him, his voice almost shouting, and spittle nearly flew onto Yu Ding's face.
"so......"
"When you left, you just watched Yang Jiao..."
"...Looking at Gu Xuan, and your precious disciple..."
"They were all wiped out and taken back to the Shang army camp?!"
The book "Primordial Era: Awakening Through a Hundred Generations, Yang Jian Kneels and Cries Out for His Brother" is full of classic quotes, so come and find resonance.
When talking about his return to Xiqi to pick up people, and Li Jing blocking the road with a pagoda in his hand.
Nezha's previously weak hands suddenly gripped the wooden strips on the edge of the bed, and a violent killing intent overflowed from his eyes.
but......
He didn't speak.
As Yang Jian finished speaking.
After a long time—
Nezha suddenly turned his head.
His gaze was fixed on the black-robed youth sitting on the futon.
"Big brother!"
"When Li Jing stopped his second brother—"
Nezha paused for a moment, then said, word by word.
"You should have—"
"Shoot him dead!"
That "Big Brother" address.
Nezha spoke it extremely naturally and fluently.
just like......
He had already silently called out this name a thousand times in his heart.
Yang Jian was slightly taken aback.
He lowered his head and didn't say anything.
But a faint smile appeared on his lowered face.
Gu Xuan turned his head and gave Nezha a deep look.
A fleeting, frost-gold pattern appeared deep within his eyes.
He twitched his lips slightly, a faint smile appearing on his face, and nodded.
"it is good."
"next time."
Upon hearing this reply, Nezha paused for a moment.
Then he grinned and burst into unrestrained laughter.
"Hahahaha..."
He was laughing for a while, then suddenly seemed to have a stitch in his side.
He clutched his chest and coughed heavily a few times.
Yang Jian felt both sorry for him and amused by the sight.
He could only shake his head helplessly and smile as he stepped forward.
They gently helped Nezha up, patted his back, and helped him catch his breath.
Gu Xuan sat quietly cross-legged on the futon.
Looking at the scene before me.
The faint curve at the corners of her mouth lingered for a long time.
......
at the same time.
Deep within the Golden Light Cave on Qianyuan Mountain.
On an ancient and simple stone platform, exuding the aura of the Great Way.
A middle-aged Taoist priest in a moon-white robe and a middle-aged Taoist priest in a fiery red robe sat cross-legged facing each other.
Taiyi Zhenren's face turned bright red.
He looked at Master Yu Ding opposite him, his voice almost shouting, and spittle nearly flew onto Yu Ding's face.
"so......"
"When you left, you just watched Yang Jiao..."
"...Looking at Gu Xuan, and your precious disciple..."
"They were all wiped out and taken back to the Shang army camp?!"