northernbook Chapter 398 Just Move Once
Chapter 398 Just Move Once
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The fog was thick and the lush bamboo forest was rustling.
Lust was in the woods, looking lost.
He was a little confused about the situation. The last moment in his memory was still about the attack of the demon. How did he suddenly come here?
Came to the former site of Zong Zheng.
Is it an illusion or a dream?
His heart was in a turmoil, so he simply sat cross-legged on the ground, looking anxious. His chaotic mind was filled with thoughts, wondering what was happening to his junior sister who was trapped in the so-called soul-locking formation.
Suddenly, the withered yellow leaves fell to the ground and made a crisp sound. He froze, turned around and shouted with extreme alert: "Who?!"
The man had a crescent-colored dress with fluttering hems, and was tall and slender. He was holding an oil-paper umbrella. He was not very old, and his gentle and handsome face still had the youthfulness of a teenager.
A pair of dark eyes were smiling, and the pale lips opened and closed in the lustful gaze:
"Long time no see, Xiao Zhuo."
When the wind blows, the lush green leaves sing the song of the sky.
The person in front of him was Chi Zhao’s first imperial teacher, and also his elder brother.
Zong Zhengyan.
Lust stood there in a daze, unresponsive, and motionless.
He didn't know whether he should cry or laugh.
He had never gotten over the sadness of losing his tribesmen, but the joy of seeing his relatives again told him to smile.
Under the tremendous emotional impact, he finally revealed a smile that was uglier than crying.
The boy holding the umbrella relaxed his brows helplessly and walked over to sit beside him.
"If we count from the time I left the tribe, it has been about twenty years since we last saw each other."
"We finally meet once, don't you want to chat with me?"
Lust became more and more certain that this was a dream, and only a brother in a dream would visit.
He can no longer sit down and chat as intimately as they did when they were children. He has experienced a lot and his heart can no longer return to the innocence of that time.
Even if they met again, he had many things stuck in his heart that he couldn't wait to tell his brother, but after a moment of silence, he still didn't say a word.
What to talk about?
Let’s talk about how you are doing in Chizhao?
Or is it the scene of genocide?
Or was it the struggles I experienced while escaping from the silver dust world?
He seemed at a loss and had no idea what to talk about.
After a long period of silence, the young man reached out to catch a fallen bamboo leaf, and encouraged with a voice as gentle as jade, full of expectation: "Say something."
Lustful said carefully: "I have a little junior sister, who was also my 'sister' in childhood. Now she has unified the world and become the spiritual emperor respected by the world."
"She loves to eat cakes and drink sour plum juice. She is obsessed with Buddhism and worships immortals... She has great abilities. I always feel at ease when she is around."
"She is considerate in everything she does, especially in carrying water. She is always impartial. She likes to occupy the lazy rocking chair and hum childish nursery rhymes..."
Unconsciously, he couldn't stop talking when he mentioned his junior sister. He became talkative and kept talking to the boy next to him. His tense expression gradually relaxed.
Seeing this, Zong Zhengyan held his chin with one hand, raised the corner of his lips slightly and smiled.
But the lustful tone gradually faded and he stopped talking.
Zong Zhengyan: "What's wrong?"
Lust: "...I don't know how Junior Sister is doing now."
The young man lowered his eyelashes, and his voice was as clear and pleasant as the sound of a stream flowing over rocks among pines: "Didn't you see everything?"
Hasn’t the divination in the spirit shroud already seen the future?
That’s why lust is so desperate.
He was dazed, and the fragments of the future that he didn't want to recall became clear again. He slowly covered his face with his hands, and hot tears flowed through his fingers.
He saw that his junior sister could only hold on until the New Year.
He saw it, thousands of people seeing him off at sunrise.
His tall body curled up into a ball, and he sobbed inconsolably.
Zong Zhengyan raised his arm and put it around his shoulders, patting him gently: "At that time, I felt exactly the same as you."
The moment he knew the future but couldn't change it, he cried helplessly and felt like dying.
"But Emperor Ling is different."
"I came here to tell you not to be tortured by the future you saw. She is no longer within the ethics of the six realms. From now on, the predetermined fate can no longer bind her."
"Cheer up, otherwise how can we protect our 'sister'?"
He bit the word "sister" cunningly, which made the lustful girl blush with shame.
When he was a child, he always liked to share with his brother the sister he had foreseen. That was the sixteen-year-old Pu Ran, older than both of them, so it was not an exaggeration for Zong Zhengyan to call her sister.
"All right."
The young man stood up, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and instantly distanced himself a hundred meters from the woman as he reached out his hand to keep her lustfully.
He laughed in the mist, the bamboo forest rustled, and many Zong Zheng tribesmen appeared around him, waving happily at Lust.
"We're really going to leave this time."
The souls trapped here can finally leave in peace after the real hidden danger of the world, the demons, die.
To be reincarnated.
Reincarnation as a human.
If I have the chance, I would like to meet Xiao Zhuo and his sister.
The fog thickened and then dispersed, and the dream ended.
The lust that had been dormant until now opened its eyes, and tears that could no longer be contained flowed down its sockets.
He was already emaciated, and he staggered out of bed. He ignored the servants' cheers of surprise, suppressed the dizziness, and although he stumbled, he walked firmly towards Emperor Ling's bedroom.
He knew his junior sister was there.
He wants to see her.
Bodhi's attempts to transfer spiritual energy were fruitless, and he sat on the bed in despair, not noticing the girl's fingers moving slightly.
Xie Jinyan, who had been watching her, was suddenly stunned.
Did it move just now?