Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

At the same time, in Liyue Harbor, supported by his wife, Boyang walked down from the second floor, unlocked the door of the teahouse, and let his younger brother Rong Zhao in.

After not seeing him for a long time, he was obviously in a much better state than the previous few days, and his face was much rosier; Rong Zhao's eyes were reddened when he saw his brother who could be helped by his sister-in-law to stand up and even walk downstairs. He understood what A Huan had done for his elder brother before... It was nothing more than using the immortal power to borrow the secret technique of Bubu Lu to transfer the pollution on Bo Yang to her own immortal body. After disappearing for many days, he seemed to be fine when he came back, but it was unknown what was going on behind the scenes.

Boyang sat at the table, brewed a cup of tea for his brother, thought silently for a while, then turned to Rong Zhao and said, "Later, you go to Yujing Terrace, go to the incense burner in front of Yiyan Hall, and tell someone about this. Only Mr. Zhongli can properly handle this matter... Only he can control her. As for our father and uncle... They are old, it is better not to let them know about this."

After saying these words, Boyang leaned back in the chair tiredly, with a faint smile on his face.

"I'm fine now." Then, he looked at his brother, his eyes revealing understanding and tolerance, "You... I know you've been thinking about her in your heart and can't let her go... Well, you don't have to stay here all the time... Go to Wangshu Inn and have a look... I'll go home first when I recover a little. Leave father and uncle to me."

Rong Zhao was a little hesitant after hearing his brother's words. He seemed to want to say something, but swallowed it back. Finally, he just called softly: "Brother..."

Boyang patted his brother's shoulder and comforted him, "It's okay... Just go ahead, I know you know your limits... I can feel more at ease with you taking care of me there."

"Okay, I'll go." Rong Zhao sighed deeply, as if he had a heavy burden on his heart.

The scene fell into a deathly silence, with only the faint breathing of the two people. Finally, Rong Zhao spoke again, but his voice was a little hesitant: "I... still have some..."

He was about to say something, as if something was stuck in his throat. However, the elder brother shook his head slightly, interrupting him.

"You promised... not to make things difficult for her." The words were spoken softly, but they hit Rong Zhao's heart like a heavy hammer.

Rong Zhao gritted his teeth, a trace of pain and helplessness flashed in his eyes. Of course, he understood the meaning behind this sentence, but the struggle and contradiction deep in his heart still made him unable to let go easily.

Finally, after a fierce ideological struggle, Rong Zhao slowly loosened his clenched teeth and whispered: "I know... I know."

Rong Zhao raised his head and stared at his brother, his eyes full of determination, "I will do as you say."

At this moment, it was drizzling in Dihuazhou, and the sky was gradually getting dark. In Wangshu Inn, Ah Huan was leaning on the railing and looking into the distance, with a lot of thoughts in her mind. Rong Zhao's arrival surprised her a little. The two looked at each other and smiled at each other, but were speechless for a while.

After a long time, Rong Zhao finally opened his mouth slowly, but his voice seemed a little stiff and difficult, as if every word needed to be carefully considered before it could be spoken:

"How are you?"

Hearing this, Ah Huan smiled slightly, then turned around, sat down gently beside the table, and picked up the teapot to fill a cup of steaming hot tea for Rong Zhao.

Then, Lin Huan lowered his voice slightly and asked softly, "Brother Boyang...how is he doing now?"

Rong Zhao nodded silently, then walked to the table and sat down. He took the cup of tea and took a sip. After a moment of silence, he continued, "Well... his current condition is better than before. He can get up with the help of Sister Huixin and walk around for a while..."

At this point, Rong Zhao suddenly paused, with a complex look in his eyes. After a while, he continued as if he had made up his mind: "But Ah Huan, my brother once asked me to tell Mr. Zhongli that you had helped him transfer his pain... However, I did not do as he asked. Because I thought, maybe you don't want him to worry too much about you... Am I right? So, please rest assured, I have not mentioned this to anyone."

After hearing Rong Zhao's words, Lin Huan fell into silence, and the expression on his face became a little gloomy.