Monument of Life and Death

   The next stop was quickly determined, but then, new problems emerged.

   "But..." Luo Jiutian looked at the situation in front of him and said, "Should we just walk into the city like this?"

   This is really a big problem.

  Miaozhen, Zhuge Shou and Zhou Ye were still in a coma, and the Taoist priest was extremely weak. Now only Luo Jiutian and Xia Hua still had their original strength.

   Do you have to rely on the two of them to transport this group of defeated soldiers into the city?

  Luo Jiutian's head got bigger.

   "It's fine to bring them," Xia Hua said. "The problem is that it's too far from the city."

   "It's a pity that our car is gone," Luo Jiutian sighed, "It would be nice if there were other means of transportation."

   "Transportation..." Li Muyuan murmured, "I found an electric tricycle in the pavilion of the toll station. Does this count?"

   "Tricycle?" Luo Jiutian thought he heard it wrong, "Why are there tricycles in the toll booth?"

   "Maybe it was brought here by the staff when they went to work," Xia Hua said. "Muyuan, how big is that tricycle? Can it hold us?"

   "Probably this wide and this long," Li Muyuan gestured with his hand, "If you squeeze it, maybe it will work."

   "Enough is enough, we are all so thin, we will definitely be able to squeeze down," Xia Hua said happily, "Jiutian, go get the car with Muyuan."

"Ah good……"

  Luo Jiutian followed Li Muyuan's footsteps in a daze, and the two ran back towards the toll booth together.

  Xia Hua watched the backs of the two gradually go away, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared.

   She turned her head and looked at the road behind her.

   A few minutes ago, there were two cars that collided here.

  Xia Hua pondered for a few seconds, then she turned her face and looked at the Taoist priest.

   The Taoist priest leaned against a street tree, propped his knees with one hand, and rubbed the other hand on his face. His face looked haggard and weak, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

  Xia Hua thought about it and walked over.

   "Daoist, how are you?" Xia Hua stood beside the Taoist and asked, "Are you better?"

   "It's much better," the Taoist priest's voice was still as ethereal as foam floating in the ocean, he smiled palely, "I'm sorry, Patriarch Xia Hua is laughing."

   "It's nothing, it's nothing, you don't need to care," Xia Hua waved her hand, then put on an expression and asked casually, "By the way, Daoist Master, I've always been curious, how old are you?"

   The Daoist priest's movements stopped immediately. After a long time, the Daoist priest put down the hand that rubbed his face, raised his head, looked directly into Xia Hua's eyes, and asked, "Why is the Xia Hua Patriarch asking this?"

   "I'm curious," Xia Hua said, "To be honest, Daoist Master, you always feel strange to me."

   Daoist priest wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and asked slowly, "What's so strange?"

   "Sometimes, I think you look like a very stable middle-aged man, about the same age as me and the old dog before his death," Xia Hua said, "but sometimes, I think...you are very young."

The Taoist chief laughed hoarsely, as if he thought it was ridiculous, "Just looking at my age, I'm definitely not young anymore, as for the feeling of Patriarch Xia Hua... Maybe it's because I always talk to this guy. When a group of young people live together, their mentality will inevitably become young.”

   "So..." Xia Hua asked reluctantly, "How old are you?"

   The corner of Dao Chang's mouth trembled, "Is this question important?"

   "It's not very important, but I'm just curious," Xia Hua even acted coquettishly, "I don't know if I should call you older brother or younger brother."

   "Just call me the Taoist priest."

   "You..." Xia Hua saw that the Taoist priest was not willing to eat, so she simply said, "You just don't want to tell me."

   Daoist smiled helplessly, "How old is Patriarch Xia Hua?"

   "How can you ask a girl's age?" Xia Hua took a half step back in disbelief, widened her eyes and shouted, "I won't tell you!"

   Daoist priest shrugged, "Boys sometimes don't want to say their age, especially when they get older."

  Xia Hua was pinched by the Taoist priest, she looked at the Taoist priest with crooked mouth, and "cut" angrily.

   "Are you really an elderly person?" Xia Hua asked with a humming.

   The Taoist priest pushed the trunk and stood up straight. He stared straight at Xia Hua's eyes and asked in a stiff tone, "Patriarch Xia Hua, don't you think you like me?"

   "What?!" Xia Hua was almost scared to death by the Taoist priest's question, "What nonsense are you talking about?!"

   "You seem to be very concerned about me."

   "That's because..." Xia Hua paused, "Because I'm curious, and you are friends of Jiutian, I want to know more about you, any questions?"

   "No problem," the Taoist priest turned around with a half-smile, and the joking in his tone was very irritating, "It's better like this."

   "No...what do you mean?" Xia Hua's face turned red, "You don't really think I like you, do you?"

   Daoist priest shrugged, "I didn't think so."

   "You clearly have it!" Xia Hua reluctantly suppressed the urge to act directly because the Taoist priest was a wounded, "You...you must not think so!"

   Daoist priest shrugged again, "Okay."

   Xia Hua crossed her waist in anger.

  This man has a set of irritating kung fu.

   "I can't possibly like you." Xia Hua resisted her anger and tried her best to say calmly.

   "Okay."

   "To be exact," Xia Hua lowered her voice, "I can't possibly fall in love with a man."

   "Oh?" The Taoist priest turned his face with interest and looked at Xia Hua again, "Really?"

  Xia Hua gritted his teeth and nodded, "Can you understand?"

   "I..." The Taoist priest hesitated, "I can barely understand."

   "You can definitely understand," Xia Hua said, "Aren't you and Jiutian the same?"

   "What?!" This time it was the Taoist priest's turn to manage his expressions out of control, "What are you talking about?"

   "You and Jiutian..."

   "No, don't say it," the Taoist leader quickly stopped Xia Hua, "Patriarch Xia Hua, Jiu Tian and I are innocent."

  Xia Hua shrugged, "Okay."

   Daoist priest dragged his hands and stood in the cold wind, feeling ten years older.

   I didn't expect that the move I just made was actually a boomerang.

   "No... Patriarch Xiahua..." The Taoist priest's old blood was almost spitting out, "Jiutian... He likes girls, and the person he likes in Jiutian is Jasmine..."

   "Okay, okay, I already knew that," Xia Hua laughed, "I'm joking with you."

   Daochang breathed a sigh of relief.

   "I know it's not Jiutian," Xia Hua said, "is that the fool brother?"

   "Patriarch Xiahua!"