Panguan

Bu Ning was shocked by Chen Bu's actions...

The exit of the Wuxiang Gate was split open by Sheng Sheng, and Chen Dao unexpectedly stretched his hand in. He still frowned slightly, his expression didn't soften much, as if he wanted to drag the person inside the door out.

During the movement, the wide sleeves were blown by the mountain wind and swept across the rocks and branches.

Bu Ning had never seen such a side of his master, and he thought it was too bad, the storm was really coming.

Before this thought flashed by, Chen Dao had pulled out a person from the crack.

Bu Ning turned his head subconsciously, so as not to be caught by the wind and rain.

But after he left for two seconds, he suddenly realized something was wrong!

It seems that the figure is a bit too short...

He turned his head suspiciously, and saw a kid who was not as tall as a thigh.

The child had black hair, extremely white skin, and cat-like eyes. He was supposed to be docile and playful. But because he always purses his lips, he shows a unique stubbornness.

If it stood there silently, it would be no different from a snowman piled up in the mountains.

Bu Ning was startled on the spot for several seconds, and said to himself: Isn't this the time when I was a child? No more than 5 years old at most.

His junior brother, who is not more than 5 years old, may have sensed the wind and rain, and raised his face when he went out, confronting the person who led him out expressionlessly and innocently.

That expression is very similar to the appearance of holding down the roc's feathers back then.

Dust can't reach: "..."

Chapter 112 Deception

The mountains are silent, the clouds are overwhelming, and the wind—

...

The wind and rain are not coming anyway.

If there is, you have to hold back.

Bu Ning looked at his junior brother and then at his master. Chen Bubu obviously didn't expect to pull such a small one out of the door, and his expression went blank for an extremely rare moment.

He didn't speak, and there was a complicated sense of astonishment in his expression. After a long time, he took the person's hand and shook it lightly.

"Why did it grow back..."

He sighed as if talking to himself, then bent down and looked into those cat-like eyes.

The pupils of those eyes were round and black, clearly reflecting his shadow. He looked at it for a while, then lowered his voice and asked, "Do you still recognize it?"

The little group just looked at him like that, tightly pursed its bloodless lips, and remained motionless.

At first glance, it still looks like a silent confrontation.

But slowly, those eyes turned red a little bit along the edge, but they still stubbornly didn't blink.

After another long time, there was a voice in the silence: "The dust will not reach you."

At that moment Bu Ning breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he found that the dusty shoulder line had also loosened, and the long hair had slipped from there, half covering his face.

From his perspective, the master's expression could not be seen.

He only heard Chen Bu Wen Wen's deep reply, hugged the person in front of him and said: "It's very cold here, go home first."

***

This time, the Wuxiang Gate opened in Longxi, which happened to be more than three thousand miles away from Ningzhou.

It takes more than ten hours for ordinary people to drive, but once the door is opened, it only takes a pot of tea.

Chen Bu was walking in the long and dark passage of the gate, when he heard the group in his arms say, "I can walk."

The passage was very quiet, and Bu Ning, Xia Qiao and the others could vaguely hear the human voice behind them. Dust couldn't reach the hem of his robe and swept across the darkness lightly, without stopping his footsteps, and without putting him down, he said, "Let's forget about this little leg."

I don't know if I noticed that Chen Bubu didn't smile until now, or something else. In the past, when I heard this kind of words, I must say something or do something in return - just like carrying a little bastard in front of Chen Bu.

This time, he didn't say anything.

He was lying on Chen Bu's shoulders, so honest that he was almost docile.

Chen didn't walk for a while, and suddenly asked, "How many things do you still remember?"

The person lying on his shoulders was muffled, as if he was about to fall asleep. After a long time, he replied with a grunt: "I remember all of them."

In fact, the dust does not know.

From the time he saw those eyes and heard the phrase "no dust", he knew that he could remember everything when he smelled it.

The person he pulled out from Wuxiang Sect was still the same person, intact and not lost at all. It's just that there is something wrong with the body, and it needs to start from scratch.

But he asked again, like a confirmation.

"The ones in Wuxiang Sect, do you remember them all?" Chen Bubu spoke again.

The person in his arms froze for a moment.

"Is it difficult to endure in Wuxiangmen?" Chen Bu asked.

"...not hard to bear."

He was silent for a few seconds when he heard it, and then said: "It's nothing difficult, it's just a matter of getting some sleep."

Chen didn't walk with him for a long time before speaking again: "So you think it doesn't matter even if you walk a few more times, don't you?"

"Because when you come out, you can lie and say that there is nothing difficult to endure, it's just a matter of sleeping. Are you sure that I can't enter Wuxiang Gate, and I can't know what's going on inside the gate?"

"If I ask you what it's like to be condemned by the gods and buried in the world, will you also tell me that it's not hard to bear, just sleep?"

"Wen Shi, who taught you how?"

Even if this is the case, Chen Wubu said it slowly. It's just that the tone of voice is very deep, falling in the darkness of the gate, making the silence in the gap even more desolate.

It's as if even the void is silent and dare not speak.

He didn't say a word when he heard it.

I don't know how long

After a while, Chen couldn't feel the ball in his arms move, and hugged his neck silently. Just like when I was a child, I was always stubborn and hard, but when I did something reckless and didn't know how to speak, I would suddenly soften.