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Chapter 141 Memory Fusion
Chapter 139 Memory Fusion

In the cold night, the air was biting and bloody, the air was filled with the disgusting smell of blood, and the blood dyed the cold earth red. Lin Xiaoyao kept waving the chrysanthemum gun, sweeping and provoking, and almost exhausted every move. With all your strength, you are fighting with your life in every move. Every time you make a move, one person will die, but at the same time, you will also have many wounds on your body.

He no longer knew how many people he had killed, nor how many injuries he had sustained. His eyes were gradually becoming as heavy as mountains. He wanted to close his eyes and take a good rest, but he gritted his teeth and told himself not to stop. He couldn't stop. Once he stops, these people will quickly cut him into eight pieces, and the chance of Du Kang and others escaping will become slimmer, so he can only persist!Even without consciousness, the body still keeps moving as if instinctively.

This time, he was not doing it for himself, he abandoned the habit of never losing money, he would rather die than allow Du Kang, Fan Xing and that silly Murong Xiangxiang who believed in him so much to be hurt in the slightest.

His body gradually became numb, and his expression became dazed. He felt that his chest was cut again, but the pain did not come for a long time. He suddenly grinned and laughed loudly, but he laughed and cried again. Cry and cry and laugh again.

He was tired, really tired!His eyelids kept fighting, and his body no longer had any strength. The chrysanthemum gun was filled with bright red blood and was no longer the silvery white it once was.

"This time, are you really going to die?" Lin Xiaoyao murmured, finally unable to hold on, his body slowly fell backwards, and his eyes slowly closed, and the moment before he closed them, , as if I saw a fairy in white, flying towards me...

"Wan'er, Xiaoxiang, Hongzhu, Xuan'er, Xiangxiang, and the one in my deepest memories... Farewell..." Lin Xiaoyao's consciousness finally dissipated, everything around him returned to darkness, and everything that happened outside had nothing to do with him , he entered the chaos again.

"Oh... you are a fool! My silly brother..." A soft sigh came slowly, and then disappeared into nothingness.

An hour later, in a magnificent courtyard in the center of Suzhou City, in the conference hall.

"Don't you want to explain? Why did my apprentice die?" A man with a burly figure, a face covered with flesh, eagle eyes and a hooked nose, and a fierce expression was sitting on the main seat, and angrily looked at the next seat in his suit. Said the man in black, wearing a bamboo hat and black gauze, whose face could not be seen clearly.

If Lin Xiaoyao were here, he would definitely recognize that the man in black was the mysterious person who ordered the arrow to be released at that time.

The mysterious man didn't care about the glaring glare of the Manichaean Holy Master Wang Zili. He stood up slowly, put the tea cup in his hand on the table gently, and said unhurriedly: "Holy Master, that Tao Lidong can't write martial arts. No, I can't take on the important role of the Holy Son in any aspect. I'm actually helping you get rid of the dross and thinking about the future of Manichaeism! Besides, you have many disciples, and this one is not bad. As long as you want to find it, there will always be one. There are more suitable ones."

When Wang Zili heard the words, a cold light flashed in his eyes. He squinted his eyes and stared at the mysterious man like a poisonous snake. He clenched his fists with both hands and looked awe-inspiring. He was ready to take action if he disagreed with him.But the mysterious man didn't feel it at all. He just stood quietly in the center of the conference hall, raised his head slightly, looked straight into Wang Zili's eyes, and didn't back down.

"Sure enough, you are so courageous. You deserve to be His Highness's think tank! If His Highness hadn't backed you up, you would have been a dead body by now. I'll make a note of it." After Wang Zili was silent for a long time, he suddenly smiled coldly and said with a cold face.

The mysterious man nodded noncommittally, he took two steps forward lightly, and said lightly: "Holy Lord Wang, all the help His Highness can provide has been brought, whether you can persevere, you can only rely on yourself! But Since Lin Xiaoyao's life and death are unknown, there may be omissions in this matter, His Royal Highness's order is to see the dead and the dead, and it must be confirmed that he is really dead before it can be done!"

"So, even if the city of Suzhou is destroyed, even if the Manichaeism perishes, Lin Xiaoyao must die! Your Highness only has this request. I wonder if the Holy Lord will agree?" Although the face of the mysterious man cannot be seen clearly, he can still feel his emanation. His tone of voice was still flat, but it was this flatness that made people feel terrible.

Wang Zili's pupils shrank slightly, and his expression changed instantly. After a moment, he said: "Lin Xiaoyao was so seriously injured. Although he was rescued, he probably won't survive. But please rest assured, Your Highness, I promise Things will be done, and Lin Xiaoyao will never leave Suzhou City alive."

The mysterious man nodded slightly, turned around and walked out, and when he was about to disappear from Wang Zili's sight, a light and floating voice came slowly: "There are some problems with the Holy Mother and the Holy Maiden of your church, and some things still need to be done by the Holy Mother." Keep it a secret, after all, it has too much to do with it..."

Wang Zili's expression froze when he heard the words, he clenched his fists and then let go, let go and clenched again, after a long while, he just sighed softly, his expression changed a lot, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After the mysterious man left the meeting hall, he went out of the mansion directly and got into a carriage without stopping at all.

"Brother Bao, where are we going now?" The driver of the horse was a man with short hair, about eighteen or nineteen years old, and his face was full of heroism. After he helped the mysterious man into the carriage, he asked in a low voice. .

"Go out from the west gate and we will rush back to Bianliang overnight." The mysterious man's somewhat tired voice came from the carriage.

"it is good"

The carriage moved slowly, making a ticking sound in the quiet night,

After a long while of silence, the tired voice from the carriage came out again: "Zhan Zhao, do you think what I did was right?"

Zhan Zhao was silent for a moment, and replied, "I only know that Brother Bao is a good person, and I will definitely support what Brother Bao wants to do."

The mysterious man sighed softly, as if he was talking to himself, but also as if he was talking to Zhan Zhao: "Lin Xiaoyao has a close relationship with the second prince, if he has his support, the second prince's power is weak, but he has the strength to be with him." The eldest prince put all his efforts together. At this time, Great Xia is in a time of internal and external troubles, and it cannot withstand the internal friction of the two dragons seizing the heir! Although his death will cause shocks in the military, as long as the orthodoxy of the eldest prince is confirmed, further My assistance can finally calm down. In just a few years, the national power of Daxia will be prosperous again, so Lin Xiaoyao must die... As for the moth of the Manichaeism, although the eldest prince wants to support it, it does many evils and disturbs the court. , must be destroyed, it should be regarded as the funeral object I gave to Lin Xiaoyao..."

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Lin Xiaoyao only felt that he was like a flat boat in the turbulent waves, suddenly rising, suddenly falling, looking around far away, he couldn't find any support.

He seemed to have had a long, long dream, which was both real and far away. In the dream, he became an eight-year-old child, smart and playful, smart and cunning, fond of practicing martial arts, and fond of fighting and killing.He has been the treasure of the family since he was a child, and everyone takes care of him, loves him, and prevents him from being hurt in the slightest.

The biggest idol in his life is his father. His father is the great general against Hu, known as the god of war in white. When Hu people hear his name, they are frightened and dare not lift his beard. As long as his father is there, The Hu people couldn't move forward.

On the day of his eighth birthday, he got up early because he remembered his father's promise to him. His father said that he would come back on the day of his eighth birthday, teach himself martial arts, and be by his side. He would be with him all day .

As long as he can remember, he has rarely seen his father, let alone spending a day with him. This is the biggest luxury in his heart and the happiest thing.However, after waiting for a long time, from sunrise to sunset, what came back was a bad news, a bad news that made my mother faint and my faith instantly collapsed.

Hu people and Hu people assembled tens of thousands of horses to launch a surprise attack. In order to protect Da Xia from harm, the God of War in white led his men to fight desperately, and finally resisted the Hu people's footsteps, but he also sacrificed gloriously for Da Xia!Glorious sacrifice!

Since then, his temperament has changed drastically, he doesn't like to communicate with others, he doesn't like to talk to others, and his expression is dull. Except for his own family, few people have heard him speak, and no one has seen him again smile...

Although it was a dream, Lin Xiaoyao felt that this incident really happened to him, as if it was not a dream, but his own experience!And the headaches that have been going on for many days are also swarming at this moment. Lin Xiaoyao only feels that thousands of needles are piercing his head, and he can no longer describe it as a splitting headache. Generally retreat, never to appear again.

Lin Xiaoyao in his sleep burst into tears unknowingly. The heart-wrenching pain suddenly became so real. The reality made him unbearable. His father and uncle died in battle, his mother fainted, and his grandfather had to stand up again. The backbone carries the heavy burden of everyone. An old man with white hair has no choice but to wear armor again and serve the country all his life.And myself, a child who is only eight years old, can't do anything, and I don't want to do anything, I just want to immerse myself in the memory, and spend a day with my father, just a day, I just hope that I can have a day...

The picture suddenly changed, and several faces suddenly appeared in the darkness, some of them were familiar and some were not, but they all looked at him full of worry and love.

"Master, I miss you so much..."

"Grandpa, come back quickly..."

"Lao Gong, I will always wait for you..."

"Lao Gong, I promised to protect you, you can't die, you must not die..."

"Little brother, you are going to redeem yourself for us, so get up quickly..."

"Xiaoyao, I'm Xuan'er, I won't be willful anymore, wake up, wake up quickly!"

Lin Xiaoyao wanted to reach out to touch them, but found that he couldn't raise his hand at all, and when he gritted his teeth and walked forward, he found that these faces suddenly faded, slowly dissipated, and disappeared without a trace...

(End of this chapter)