Chapter 223 (1/2)

”But he...” He was dead and buried.

But Mo Chen believes Xiaodong. Even if other things can be wrong, Xiaodong will not make a mistake about the family members who raised themselves from childhood.

He said yes, that must be.

Xiaodong asked himself: ”uncle, he is not dead?” But the figure, though greatly changed, still had a familiar accent, not to mention the cough he heard.

If these similarities are all coincidence But Xiaodong thinks that there are not so many coincidences in the world. Even if there are, they will not all fall on one person.

Mo Chen did not doubt Xiaodong.

Since standing Yunlie is not dead, Mr. Wan is the matter of Yunlie, so it is easy to push back.

There are so many ways for monks to feign death that they can't finish talking about it for several hours.

Before just no one thought that Yunlie would feign death, never to this side.

Now I want to come, Yunlie was on the mountain of return to protect the orphans, and then pretended to be dead, so that the people in the mountain would bury him. He is to let Xiaodong stay on the mountain. And then he could get out of it. The return mountain array can't enter the mountain gate without a token, but it's not in this case to go out. After he pretended to be dead, he could slip down the mountain without being noticed.

If Mo Chen is an outsider, he has to boast Yunlie, or to say, Mr. Kwan, this is a wonderful plan.

However, in the position of the first apprentice of Huishan mountain and Xiaodong's elder martial brother, Mo Chen has no affection for Mr. Wan.

What kind of person is master? How much he valued his friend, how willing he was to trust him, but he cheated him. It's too ironic to think about how sad the tomb of Huihui mountain made master feel.

And Xiaodong.

He had only one relative since he was a child, but he also left him. Although Mo Chen didn't see Xiaodong going up the mountain with his own eyes, when he came back, Xiaodong was unconscious and drowsy. The appearance of being loveless made Mo Chen feel heartache at the first sight of him.

What if he didn't get back to the mountain in time? Master is not here. Xiaodong is so feverish that he is still in his heart. Most of his illness is in his heart. If Jiang fan can't cure him, will Xiaodong be ill?

Have you ever thought about these?

Perhaps he had a compelling reason to leave Xiaodong behind. But feign death is really

People's heart is not kneaded with mud. If you want to flatten it, you can knead it. If you want to, you can pick it up and pat it. If you don't want it, you will leave it on the ground with your feet.

”Just before you woke up, he ran away...”

It seems that he is guilty.

If he has a clear conscience, what is there to be guilty of? Why hide from Xiaodong?

”We are now, in...”

”See the altar of the city in heaven.” Looking at the spirit of Xiaodong is OK, how much he wants to say, Mo Chen accompanies him and says: ”it should be under the Tianjian city.”

Xiaodong doesn't need to take a close look to know that this is the place he has been in his dream.

Of course, it's not the same as in a dream. In the dream, no matter which direction you look at, it seems to be a thick fog. He kept circling in the fog, unable to find the exit, unable to distinguish the direction.

Now it looks like, of course, it's not that big, it's not like a maze. But the feeling as like as two peas or a stillness still remains the same.

”And master?”

Mo Chen finds that Xiaodong has some difficulty in speaking. He holds Xiaodong up and asks him to lean on his body. With one hand on his back, he will be happy for him: ”master and Mrs. Yan have gone to the lower altar. We are waiting for news here.”

Xiaodong's chest is upset and uncomfortable, and she feels like vomiting and can't vomit.

He may not have eaten for a long time, but Xiaodong can't judge how long.

But he didn't feel hungry.

The waiting time is very difficult. Xiaodong tries to tell Mo Chen that Xiaodong feels more comfortable when he applies the needle. Mo Chen takes out his set of needles - he lost several needles in the chaos, but the rest is enough.

”What was it like then?” Mo Chen asked very carefully, and then the gold needle one by one into Xiaodong meridian orifices.

The feeling of blockage and suffocation in the chest is much better.

Mo Chen stayed for a moment and took off the gold needles one by one.

There's a man coming quickly. It's Mr. Wan.

He was even more embarrassed than when he left in a hurry. His hair was cut off in a large area, and the rest was scattered. His face was splashed with blood.

”Go

He only came and said such a word, Mo Chen did not say a word, will Xiaodong back again, quickly keep up with his pace.

This is not the time to look into the past.

There is no point in asking him ”why did you pretend to be dead” and ”why did you cheat and play tricks on others” at this critical moment. He must have suffered. If there is no reason, why should he take Xiaodong to wander around? There is no need for Li Fulin to perform in front of a ”serious injury difficult to heal, dying drag lonely” drama.Now, the first thing is to save your life.

There are no more people who followed them all the way. Now there is only one Mr. Wan leading the way.

Where are the others? There is no need to ask more.

They're probably all dead.

Xiaodong's head is on the shoulder of the elder martial brother. When he looks forward, he can see Mr. Wan's dim back.

It's him. Xiaodong is sure he didn't admit his mistake.

Knowing that he was still alive, Xiaodong didn't feel too happy except for his disbelief and shock at the beginning.