After death with the master

Zhou He seemed to be a little surprised by Widow Chen's brain. He twirled his fingers and said in a gentle tone, "Although I told you that it was because of some conspiracy to fake death that made you nervous and at ease, I'm sorry."

He said sincerely, "I'm not good at lying."

Under his peaceful gaze, Widow Chen's expression gradually stiffened.

Widow Chen: "Then, then you..."

"Wait a minute." Zhou He interrupted him, he took a step back slightly, glanced at Ning Sui who was staring at the carved wooden window in the corridor, and then at Chen Widow who was trembling and trembling: "...What combination do you have?"

He was a little uncertain: "A little mute, a stutter, are language disabilities popular nowadays? Then if I want to blend in with you, don't I have to learn it?"

Widow Chen: "?"

He looked at Zhou He stupidly, and couldn't tell whether Zhou He was joking or thinking about it seriously for a moment.

But no matter what the result is, Zhou He's words did bring the distance between them closer, and made Chen Widow less afraid.

When Ning Sui heard "Little Dumb", he looked up at him coldly.

Zhou He was a head ahead of him, and Ning Sui had to raise his eyelids to meet his gaze.

When Ning Sui closed his eyes halfway, he just looked like he was not easy to get along with and had a coffin face.

When he raised his eyes to look at people, it was completely murderous and cold, and anyone could retreat three points.

Except Zhou He.

Zhou He smiled and twirled his fingers, Ning Sui withdrew his gaze, turned his head and walked towards the inner courtyard again.

It's just that when he passed by Zhou He, he still couldn't help but glance at him.

That look was like ice slag hitting Zhou He's body, but Zhou He laughed dumbly for a while, raised his hand and hooked Ning Sui's neck directly: "Come, let me tell you about your plan as a teacher."

Ning Sui didn't understand why Zhou He could still maintain the temperature that a human should have when he was resurrected after death.

The heat was clearly conveyed through the clothes of the two of them, and Ning Sui felt like ice being roasted on the fire.

He didn't even dare to tense his body, for fear that Zhou He would notice.

Ning Sui could only slightly tighten his hanging right hand, letting his hand hurt from being strangled by his messy handle.

His hands were flushed and even a little white from the wire hoop, but his expression was not moved in the slightest.

As if the pain wasn't his.

Ning Sui suppressed himself in this way, so he didn't want to answer even more.

It's just that Zhou He is familiar with him, and he can guess it without him saying anything.

And Ning Sui even underestimated Zhou He's understanding of him.

Seeing that he was silent with his eyes downcast, Zhou He turned his head to look at the puppet who was walking beside him, hooked Ning Sui's neck and exerted some force, making Ning Sui stop in his tracks.

Widow Chen who was following them stupidly: "?"

Just as he was about to ask what's wrong, Zhou He put away his unconsciously twitching hand, and grabbed Ning Sui's right wrist: "Do you have to cut your own hand into dregs to be happy?"

When Zhou He said this, the expression on his face didn't change much, and his tone was still gentle and smiling, but Chen Widow just felt a little chill for no reason.

Ning Sui's hands were hidden in the hanging sleeves, and he struggled to grab his own hands, but he was not able to break free as hard as before——his physical strength and strength after his death and resurrection were indeed much worse than before .

As soon as Zhou He exerted force, he had to let go of his slightly tense hand, but what made him relax was that Zhou He's other hand also moved away from his shoulder.

Ning Sui didn't look at Zhou He, and Zhou He quickly let go of his wrist.

Ning Sui didn't say a word, but continued to walk forward with a blank expression.

It was as if he had shielded the world, no one could stop him from seeing and walking, not even the crazy thoughts in his heart.

At this time, Widow Chen realized that Ning Sui's state was not right.

He hadn't been right from the moment they met.

If an ordinary person came back from the dead, he would definitely want to live a good life despite being frightened.

He didn't know if people like Ning Sui and Zhou He still needed to eat, but would people who wanted to live have no appetite at all?

Ning Sui didn't even have the idea of ​​re-understanding the world that had passed 200 years ago.

Widow Chen watched the atmosphere between the two of them almost drop to freezing point, tremblingly wanted to say something to relieve, when he saw the wooden sign on his waist suddenly lit up.

The light was so big that it was about to illuminate the whole world, it was dazzling and terrifying.

Ning Sui, who was in the front, turned his head to look.

Chen Widow took off the wooden sign, and the light dimmed. He hurriedly said, "It's the identity card of Taoism, which was researched by the musician... When it lights up, it means that there are disciples calling for help nearby. The bigger the light, the more dangerous it is. Ning... Brother Ning, you..."

Ning Sui looked at Zhou He.

Zhou He twirled his fingers, and he didn't know whether Chen Widow was delusional or what. He seemed to hear him "tsk", but judging from the evaluation of him from the outside world, it seemed that he shouldn't ask for help from his fellows. showing such emotion.

Zhou He felt a little regretful: "Okay, I'll go and have a look."

He raised his hand and twisted the wooden card with two fingers and drew it lightly, then he took the wooden card in Chen Widow's hand.

Zhou He poured spiritual power into it at will, and he could perceive the general direction of the other party: "The things are well made, and they are smarter than the previous fireworks."

He looked at Ning Sui who was still looking at him: "Widow Chen can't open his spiritual eyes, can he? You want him to follow you?"

Ning Sui didn't speak, but Zhou He understood what he meant, he sighed: "Who is the master..."

Widow Chen hadn't realized what their encrypted call meant when Zhou He turned to him.

Zhou He raised his hand, bringing his slender index finger and middle finger together, he lifted it to Chen Widow, who was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously glanced at Ning Sui.

I saw Ning Sui had turned around at some point, and looked at him lightly with half-closed eyes.

Chen widow felt the crisis.

However, Zhou He just slid casually in front of his eyes from the air, and Chen Widow felt that his vision was a little brighter, and the sense of crisis disappeared.

Zhou He looked back as if he had eyes behind his back, and said, "Don't worry."

He picked his lips: "You are the only one who gets that treatment."

Ning Sui lowered his gaze expressionlessly, and was about to leave with a cold face.

Chen Widow hurriedly followed Ning Sui, and he looked at the two of them: "...Brother He was just kidding me, right? You don't have black energy on you."

"Yes." Zhou He walked slowly in the opposite direction, and said softly, "Your question."

Widow Chen: "..."

It was because he was not strong enough to embarrass everyone.

When Ning Sui led Chen Widow through a small courtyard, he glanced behind his eyes and broke the silence: "How did he die?"

This was the first time that Ning Sui spoke to him proactively, and Chen Widow blinked: "Brother He?"

Ning Sui was silent again.

Chen Widow scratched his head: "Brother, you also know that my superficial age is the same as my actual age. I am not like those old Taoist disciples who have lived for decades but still have a face in their early twenties. This year I am It's really eighteen, so I don't know everything, most of them are heard, you just listen to a story, don't take it seriously."

"It seems that in the winter of the year when you... disappeared, the Taoist priest suddenly went to the Black Cold Pool to challenge the black flood dragon who was about to transform into an immortal. The details of the battle have not been handed down. Anyway, since then, there has been no return to the Mountain of No Return. It's deserted, and no one comes in or out."

Chen Widow paused, but he couldn't hold back and said in a low voice: "They also said that this has become a real homelessness."

Ning Sui continued to walk forward as if he hadn't heard, but after they took a detour, Chen Widow looked at him cautiously and frowned.

Ning Sui couldn't understand why Zhou He went back to challenge the black flood dragon.

That black flood dragon is very famous, after all, people are about to transform into dragons.

But he has been with Zhou He for 13 years, and in these 13 years, he has never seen through or guessed Zhou He's thoughts.

It was always Zhou He who exposed all his disguises and performances, obviously he didn't do anything, obviously he didn't show anything.

He thought that during these long years, the best thing he had concealed was probably the delusions in his heart that shouldn't be there.

As for Ning Sui, it was enough to hide this between him and Zhou He.

Ning Sui went to the arched moon gate in the inner courtyard again, and the housekeeper stopped them both again: "My lord, Miss Yusu doesn't want to see you now."

Ning Sui raised his right hand, and the puppet behind him flew past him, and the strong wind picked up his long hair.

He watched the puppet throw a fist at the butler calmly and indifferently.

Widow Chen who thought she wanted to chat: "?"

That's it for now? !

The conceivable scene of flying flesh and blood did not appear, because the butler who looked a little older actually caught the puppet's punch with his bare hands.

Chen Widow couldn't close her mouth.

Ning Sui didn't even lift his eyelids, and moved his fingers to continue manipulating the puppet to attack.

Ning Sui's idol didn't know any gorgeous and chic moves, his punches and kicks were ruthless and clean.

In contrast, the butler's movements seemed a bit redundant and gimmicky, but it was only by passing the test of reaction that he could barely block it.

But this puppet was also made by Ning Sui.

After the two sides went through a few tricks, Ning Sui also completely controlled the puppet.

I saw the burly puppet sweeping away, the speed and strength made the butler too late to dodge, he could only take the blow abruptly, the whole person flew upside down, hit the stone wall, and made a loud noise .

Listening to it makes people's scalp numb, and they feel pain everywhere on their bodies.

But Ning Sui continued to lift and drop his fingers expressionlessly.

The puppet he was manipulating flew out, landed directly in front of the butler, grabbed the butler by the neck, and lifted the butler up.

Chen Widow touched his neck subconsciously: "...Brother Ning, I will keep someone here."

Ning Sui didn't speak, but he did not manipulate the puppet to wrench the butler's neck directly.

He just let the puppet hold the person like this, as if he was waiting for something.

Just as Chen Widow was about to ask a question, she heard a soft female voice: "Young Master, what do you mean?"

Afterwards, I saw Ning Sui's puppet throw away the butler and jump up. Even Ning Sui jumped onto the wall, and countless strings flew out together with the burly puppet.

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coming!

Widow Chen is really miserable.

After being marked down by Hehe, he was stared at by Ningning.

Widow Chen: I am destined to illuminate the world with the stories of three people.