Chapter 312: Humble as a gentleman, strong and not afraid of the cold
"Listen carefully."
Yannanbei nodded, "You talk, I listen."
"I might forget something."
"Next time you meet me, you must tell me two things first."
"One thing does not destroy a person."
"The Second Demon Lord can control the immortality."
As Ye Xingzhou spoke, he took out a photo stone and recorded everything he had just said.
"Next time you see me, be sure to hand the photo stone over to me."
Since Meng Qianhan died and the Demon Lord was able to recreate Meng Qianhan, Ye Xingzhou knew that he could not change the fate of the Meng family.
The Demon Lord can control immortality and force future developments to return to their original track.
Now all he can do is.
Later in the Meng family, he asked Yan Nanbei to hand over the photo stone to him as soon as possible.
In this way, he would also get his own advice, guess the identities of Director Kong and others in advance, and inform the sect.
He really couldn't do anything.
My ears rang for a moment.
[Ding, Mission 8 completed.]
Ye Xingzhou's vision began to blur.
There is an invisible force driving him away.
He suppressed his strange feeling and said to Yannanbei, "Go back to the Meng family and say goodbye to the head of the family for me."
He vaguely saw his fingers gradually becoming transparent, and Ye Xingzhou hid his hands.
He couldn't hear what Yannanbei said.
It was probably an agreement, but fortunately the person had already left.
Two lines of hot blood gushed out of his nose.
At this moment, he could only hear the mechanical electronic sounds of the system one after another.
[Host, the mission is now complete. You do not belong to this time period. If you stay any longer, you will perish.]
It's too late to go to Taohua Village. I'll send you directly to the Backtracking Pool. The Backtracking Pool segments are random.
[Remember, you cannot stay in any randomly arrived section for more than one stick of incense. If you find that the time period does not belong to you, you must return to the tracing pool immediately.]
The mechanical sound card clicks and the electric current crackles.
[Host, please forgive me. The system can no longer accompany you on this journey.]
[But, host, please don't be afraid. The Jade Bone Fan will guide you to find the backtracking pool and successfully return to the original node.]
[Host, I will wait for you to return safely at the destination.]
As the last sound fell, the sky spun and the earth spun.
The five senses gradually became clearer from being dull.
Even though his eyes were closed, Ye Xingzhou could still see his surroundings clearly.
Countless blue stars scattered in the darkness and then gathered towards Ye Xingzhou's body.
The moment it enveloped the whole body, the stars bloomed.
The night is still night, and the night is also passing by quickly.
The passage of time leaves traces.
Like a spring flowing, like a mountain stream rushing over rocks.
The stone surface smoothed by water is the best indicator of time.
Backtracking pool, backtracking is time.
What disappears is also time.
Night replaces night, time travels back and forth.
Ye Xingzhou opened his eyes.
*
Yannanbei hurried back to the Meng family with the photo stone in his pocket.
I was worried all the way.
The Demon Lord is immortal.
Two bad words put together.
Yan Nanbei vaguely realized that the information in Ye Xingzhou's words was extremely important.
The next time he meets him, he will definitely hand it over to Ye Xingzhou.
He had a bad feeling.
It started when Ye Xingzhou reminded the head of the family not to pick up the child.
I feel a little inexplicably anxious.
Just before my foot was about to step over the threshold, I saw a black robe in my peripheral vision.
Yan Nanbei stopped abruptly.
Looking up, I saw a strange man in a black robe.
The feeling of uneasiness became reality, and Yan Nanbei immediately hid the photo stone in his sleeve.
The man in black robe stood inside the courtyard gate, watching his movements quietly.
Yan Nanbei swallowed his saliva and asked, "Who are you?"
"who I am?"
The man in black robe asked again, his voice hoarse and gloomy.
The man in black robe slowly took off the brim of his hat.
The black hair hangs down.
Yan Nanbei's pupils shrank.
He saw a pair of extremely green and indifferent eyes.
besides--
At the same time, silk threads flowed out from the fingertips of the black-robed man in front of him.
Puppet hanging on a thread.
Yan Nanbei wanted to run, but his body was firmly fixed.
I couldn't even blink or make a sound.
He could only watch with his own eyes.
Watching the silk thread winding into his body little by little.
"Do you know puppetry?"
The man in black robe was playing with a piece of silk thread and speaking slowly.
"Now, you are the puppet being manipulated by others."
"I will not take away your will."
"I won't take away the photo stone you've hidden away."
"but."
"I will let you see who I am with your own eyes, but you won't be able to speak."
"It will also make you watch Ye Xingzhou appear again, but you are holding the image stone, unable to hand it over to him, and unable to handle everything."
"And." He said silently until the man in black robe disappeared.
The moment Yan Nanbei regained control of his body, he tore his sleeves, and the photo stone in his sleeves was still there.
He didn't have time to relax before stepping over the threshold.
Just for a moment.
The world was spinning.
Spring goes and winter comes.
The sun disappeared.
The winter snow is falling.
Yannanbei was stunned.
How could that be?
It's still spring, how come it suddenly turned into winter?
The biting cold made him shiver.
Passersby looked at him strangely.
"Meng Jia, are you stupid? Why are you wearing so little in the middle of winter?"
"Why are you going to the old house instead of the new one?"
?
Yan Nanbei was full of questions, "What new house?"
"I'm so cold."
"I'm so frozen." Someone pointed south, "Look, that's the most magnificent mansion."
"It's really cold. By the way, haven't you been transporting goods to the south these past few months? Why are you here?"
"What? When did I go to the South?"
Yannanbei rubbed his eyes and turned around again.
The mansion before my eyes changed.
The original traces of life disappeared bit by bit.
Even the big banyan tree in the yard disappeared.
The mansion was covered with traces of fire.
Was there a fire here?
"Where are the children? Where are the children in the yard?"
"He died a long time ago." The man looked at Yan Nanbei with some pity. "The Meng family, natural disasters are like this. There was a drought for too long, and finally there was thunder and rain at night. The lightning struck the banyan tree, and it started a fire."
"Fortunately, there are still three alive."
The man rubbed his face, muttered to himself and walked away.
Yan Nanbei staggered and turned around, ignoring the deep snow and the thin clothes, and ran into the snow.
Winter snow turns my hair white.
Yannanbei ran to the imposing gate with the Meng family plaque hanging on it.
There was an extra bamboo basket at the gate.
Something was moving faintly in the bamboo basket.
Yannanbei took two steps forward and saw a baby with a mole at the end of his eyebrow.
The baby's pupils were completely black, without any white in them.
Seeing someone coming, he rolled his eyes, looked at Yan Nanbei, and gradually curled up the corners of his mouth.
Yannanbei's brain was buzzing.
The scenes of the tragic death of the Meng family that Ye Xingzhou had caused appeared in front of him frame by frame.
Yannanbei raised his foot and kicked the bamboo basket over.
The baby rolled out of the bamboo basket without crying or making a fuss, and lay quietly in the snow.
No, the owner can’t pick it up.
This is a monster!
monster!
Yan Nanbei was almost screaming in his heart.
He put his hands around the baby's throat and tried to strangle it to death with all his might.
The bones were broken, and the baby's neck was drooping, still giggling.
Can't be killed.
Can't be killed!
How can it not be killed!
Yannanbei picked up the baby and ran out of the city trembling.
Snow covered my feet.
A burst of coldness.
Yannanbei's legs kept shaking.
Heavy snow drifted into my eyes.
It was cold at first, then turned into hot tears overflowing from my eyes.
Yannanbei knelt in the mass grave and picked up stones to smash them wildly.
What flowed out was not blood.
It's black, foul-smelling slime.
Until the monster couldn't laugh anymore.
Yannanbei shook his hands, dug away the snow, and dug a hole in the frozen soil with his bare hands.
Blood oozes from fingertips.
White air was exhaled in waves.
Until the soil completely covers everything.
Holding on to his last breath, Yan Nanbei stumbled back.
Finally returned to the mansion.
After seeing the situation in front of the door clearly, Yannanbei collapsed to the ground.
Another identical bamboo basket, another identical monster.
"I found it in winter. How about calling it Qianhan?"
"Meng Qianhan, in the future you will be as humble as a gentleman, and your body will be strong and not afraid of the cold."
The patriarch's voice hit my heart word by word.
The owner's hands were shaking as he held the baby, and his hands fell on his throat, but he couldn't tighten them.
The head of the family also wanted to strangle this monster to death.
The moment when Yan Nanbei looked at the head of the family.
He also saw it clearly.
The owner shed two lines of tears.
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