A Nest of Sanxian

Chapter 12 - The Mysterious Man

Princess Tongtong is holding her chin in anger - why would she rather watch an African rhino take a bath than look at me? It's really not cute, but he's pretty handsome, hey, his eyebrows and eyes are really like sculptures... …

The beautiful figure in the water blue dress brought a pot of exquisitely cooked steak, and the glistening butter was evenly spread on the plate, and Nine Tails happily said softly: "Your Highness, Your Highness Fanfan also sent Nangong Xiaodao Dao brand steak, do you want to try it?"

"Cousin sent steak again?" Tongtong puffed her cheeks and began to daydream - it has not been a day or two for Cousin to be trained by her aunt in court etiquette. Recently, the training of table manners has been especially strengthened. It has been a long time since I saw my cousin. Bro, a little miss——

"Oh? Someone misses me, no wonder the right eyelid has been twitching recently." A figure dressed in a princely suit appeared in Yushu Linfeng at the gate of the palace.

"Ah, Your Highness Fanfan." Nine Tails folded his hands together and cupped his chest.

Princess Tongtong gave Mr. Fanfan a charming look: "If you jump with the left eye, the peach blossoms will bloom; if you jump with the right eye, the chrysanthemums will bloom!"

"your Highness……"

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On a beautiful afternoon, the sun shines through the gaps in the leaves and sprinkles on the green grass.An umbrella, a table, a pot of exquisite afternoon tea, and three plates of sweet cakes.

Princess Tongtong took a sip of black tea, and the tea leaves stretched and floated soothingly: "My cousin seems to have something on his mind."

Master Fanfan is in no mood to enjoy such elegance at this moment, and is anxiously waiting for someone, "Do you still remember the Yunnan Gu poison you mentioned last time?"

"It's a woman who casts a venom on the man she likes, so that man will fall in love with her because of the power of the venom?" Tongtong stood up excitedly, and the cake was pushed aside.

Kyuubi looked dissatisfied at the appearance of the young lady who has no self-cultivation when she is excited. The princess has liked to study these strange things since she was a child. Watch Dragon Slayer and Swordsman... (Are you sure that Jin Yong was born in your era? The author smashed it~)

"Yeah, recently my subordinates made an open and unannounced visit, and they really invited such a master from Yunnan." Mr. Fanfan took a sip of tea and looked at his cousin's round eyes with satisfaction, "Hehe, I invited him here today. Syria."

Princess Tongtong was so happy that she didn't know what to do, "Tail, I can finally see the living master of Yunnan Five Poison Sect."

Okay, okay, whatever... Kyuubi silently took a bite of the cake...

The air of waiting is quiet, the quiet air is dull, and the dull air is suitable for sleeping... Master Fanfan is drowsy.But Princess Tongtong anxiously tapped the edge of the table with her fingertips, drinking tea from time to time.

"His Royal Highness." Nine Tails couldn't help but make a sound.

"what happened?"

Kyuubi's sad eyes...

Thinking about it, it seems that as the host, I really didn't say a word for a long time: "Come, cousin, drink tea."

Master Fanfan raised his teacup and smiled politely, put the teacup to his mouth and took a sip.

Why, do you want to drink tea?

Tongtong raised her glass patiently and sipped it—"Cousin, is your face twitching?"

"His Royal Highness" Nine Tails' voice was more mournful.

"The tea has been made, and the words have been said, so what's wrong with you!"

Kyuubi said aggrievedly: "But... the cup you drank for a long time is empty..."

...Won't you remind me earlier...

"Dong dong dong—" the door of the hall adjacent to the garden and the side hall knocked rhythmically.

Tongtong, whose back was facing the palace door, was annoyed: "Come in!"

A bold voice was heard first, "Hahahahaha, dear brother, please, brother, you are right, this eldest princess has a very hot temper! This way please!"

Tong Tong sullenly hid the rose sleeve arrow in his sleeve, and flipping his hand, he buckled and waved it, and the sleeve arrow shot towards the gate of the palace as fast as the wind and like a rainbow. There is only one person who can resist this blow of anger from His Royal Highness the Princess, let alone someone who takes advantage of it. Unprepared, Fanfan-sama and Kyuubi waited in surprise and nervousness for the scream of the person hit by the arrow.

A golden light flashed, and a pair of powerful white hands held the sleeve arrow firmly in the air—such an exquisite short arrow, inlaid with gold powder all over the body, with a fresh and elegant red rose carved on the end. Throwing it as a sharp weapon—the man admired it carefully, stroking the rose sleeve arrow with gentle eyes like looking at a lover in a previous life.

It wasn't just that person who was dumbfounded. Since the moment Princess Tongtong threw the sleeve arrow, her gaze had been fixed on that person—the slightly curly long hair with waves like the Aegean Sea, the melancholy eyebrows and eyes that contained gentleness, and the corners of her mouth smiled faintly. — Melancholic Prince Charming, mine.

And Master Fanfan almost spit out a sip of herbal tea—ah?Meng...Meng Zhenhen?

Kyuubi hurriedly took a paper towel to help wipe it off: "His Highness Fanfan is alright. Does it matter..."

A bold voice came in from behind the door: "Sister Tongtong, don't say hello to Brother Shunshen when I see you. Don't neglect the guests."

Walking towards him was Shun Shen who was also dressed in princely attire. Shun was the second prince of neighboring Persia, distant relatives and childhood sweethearts with Tong Tong.

With a deliberate cough in the blink of an eye, Tongtong's eyes temporarily returned to reality from Meng Zhenhen's body.

Shun: "Sister Tongtong, let me introduce you. This is Meng Zhenhen from the Yunnan Five Poison Sect."

Master Fanfan's brow bone started to twitch unintentionally—the Gudu senior I was looking for didn't seem to be Meng, what the hell is Shun doing.

Meng Zhenhen, dressed in white and carrying a sword at his waist, cupped his fists.

Mr. Fanfan looked at the pirated Gu poison master in front of him with suspicion and distrust—Meng Zhenhen’s smiling eyes, his temperament like a spring breeze, etc., something seemed wrong—ah, yes, that one with a red heart Which princess is the one with halazi eyes?

Meng Zhenhen bowed politely to Princess Tongtong, and Tongtong happily tugged at the sleeves of Jiuwei behind her - he was looking at me, he was looking at me - "Princess, if you want to know about Gu , please take a step back."

Looking back at Xiwen who was imprisoned in the dark prison——

"..." Deng Shen and Xi didn't say a word, their slender eyebrows were slightly frowned, and their blue eyes reflected the moonless starry sky.

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The eastern sky was faintly tinged with morning light, and the sun would not rise for about an hour, and the thrush had already begun to sing on the windowsill of the hut--its song was beautiful, but it did not arouse good sympathy in the hearts of its listeners, its The audience stared blankly at a little gray mouse busy on the ground, and its white transparent fingers began to tremble slightly.It was silent for a long time, as if comforting the elf with crimson wings, and seemed to be talking to himself: "Don't worry about the text, he is the kind of person who will come back by himself..."

"What if I can't come back——Xiwen doesn't have that kind of power now..."——There is only one truth: In a dark place, the unbearable jailers hurriedly tied up Xiwen who was trying to escape from prison. Stuffed with thick sackcloth——Xiwen whimpered and let me out...

"if……"

"It's less than two hours..." Elf Mo Fan looked helplessly at the duplicity person: "Really watching Xiwen get beheaded?"

"I... may not be able to save him..."

"how……"

"Don't you understand?" The pale sunlight fell on the lamp god and Xi, and Mo Fan realized that - the fine chains wrapped around him, shining like spider webs covered in rain and dew - the supreme mana, unmatched Powerful, but the price of all this - is freedom.

"I'm sorry, I'm an elf, I don't belong to this world," Mo Fan lowered his eyes: "I don't have the authority to make a wish to the magic lamp. But—" Mo Fan gritted his teeth hard: "I can try to take you to Xiwen, Then--"

"..." Silently watching the blood-red morning glow in Dongtian, for a long time, Hexi sighed: "I know Xiwen too well—no matter how naughty he is usually, but in certain things, he is not He who will ask me to save him." The lamp god is the flame of the lamp holder, and the will of the lamp holder is the oil of the lamp, leaving the flame of the lamp oil, no matter how much it longs for the burning heart, it can only be alone in the long darkness waiting.

"How would you know if you haven't tried that kind of thing?!" Mo Fan shouted excitedly, the rabbit's ears trembling - she felt that the passionate self at the beginning of the catastrophe was shining again: "Then tell me your true feelings. He—tell him you don't want him to die, tell him you want him to live well! If someone wants me to live, if someone gives me the hope of living, no matter how much I want to die, how ugly, I I will work hard to live, no matter what the price is, even if it looks ugly—believe me, people can do this, my companions and I...have always—we've come this way..."

"I said..." A huge bead of sweat hung on the back of Hexi's head, and he looked at his bonded elf Mo Fan quite speechlessly: "Is it necessary to raise to this height..." After a moment of silence, Hexi let out a breath: " However, I really lost to you..."

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"...and... Xi..." Mo Fan was half paralyzed at the foot of the wall, sweating profusely: "You should lose weight."

The blazing heat of a certain lamp surface melted the metal surface into patterns of large and small crossroads: "It is you who should strengthen the smelting."

"..."

"..."

Big-eye-stare-small-eye.

Mo Fan rubbed the back of his head and giggled at a certain lamp that was silent. She tried her best to pick up the oil lamp that was bigger than her whole body, spelled out the end of the feeding, and slowly flew up: "Don't worry! , even if you die, I will take you to Xiwen..."

Sunshine, morning breeze, morning star, the road is long and long...

"What happened?!" In the deserted wilderness, the rescued Xiwen grabbed Mo Fan and was furious.

"It's a long story—"

Fist ring: "Long story short!"

Here's how it happens:

When a person is unlucky, drinking cold water will stuff his teeth—it’s the same through the ages.

"Ah! Hexi—" Mo Fan turned pale with shock, desperately flapping his tired wings—a big white and powerful hand grabbed the handle of the lamp hanging in the air, and the gentle smile of the African magician implied joy. Yu: "Kung fu pays off to those who work hard, and hard work pays off to those who work hard!" The African magician stared affectionately while holding the magic lamp——

"Ah——" A sharp pain hit Hexi's whole body in an instant—he clearly saw that the thin chains wrapped around his body gradually turned black and slowly shrank—in front of him was the lamp for Xiwen's careful attention. The polished magic lamp is being polluted step by step in the hands of the magician... "You are not—Meng, really, Hen!"

"And now, slave of the lamp, I am your master—"

"You bastard, let go of the lamp!" Mo Fan shouted angrily, rushing towards the face of the magician Meng Zhenhen, with a swish, she passed through the magician's head like a shadow——Mo Fan who does not belong to this world Fan, will not be hurt by this world, nor can he change everything here...

"Hmph, you underestimate me too," He Xi replied coldly, "Although I don't know why you, Meng Zhenchen, became an African magician"——the black chains were further gathered around his neck, and it was difficult to breathe : "But I, absolutely...impossible...in this story... Qu..."

African magician Meng Zhenhen smiled coldly.

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"Sunrise, you can't do anything—please me."—Dongtian, the rising sun is like blood...

"You...don't even think about it..." The chain around his neck was already stained with blood.

"Why don't we make a deal." African magician Meng Zhenhen laughed and loosened the restraint slightly: "I will let you save the person you want to save. In exchange, I want you to give up one thing."

"what?"

"Memories of the past."

"...What if I don't agree?"

"The sun has come out, it's really nice weather..." African magician Meng Zhenhen held the lamp leisurely: "I'll let you see him for the last time—beheading in this country is a must..."

"Hexi, don't promise him!" Mo Fan anxiously flapped his wings.

"I see." In the rocky dungeon at Cape Sileo, huge waves that have been the same for thousands of years are beating the abrupt reefs in front of your eyes, but this time, why are the waves foaming with blood?In a trance, He Xi vaguely saw Xiwen's bodyless head floating on the top of the waves—enough, this time, I... He slowly raised his head: "What should I do?"

"Sign your soul on this sheepskin contract—in the name of blood."

"Hexi!! Don't!!!"

——Mo Fan, tell Xiwen that I am glad that I met my brother Xiwen and not my master. No matter what my fate is, or how our story will develop, I am still me, and— I hope that Xiwen will always be a free Xiwen, I hope—my brother Xiwen is truly happy.

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The sun had already risen to the top of the zenith, and Xiwen's shadow fell on the empty Karas plain, imprinted motionless on the blades of grass in the suffocating heat and silence, for a long time, Xiwen squeezed out from between his teeth A few words: "Really captured?"

"I was really taken away." Mo Fan regarded Xiwen's silence as being immersed in great grief, and couldn't find any words of comfort for a while, so he had to express his acquiescence.

"That idiot—what's the cool thing about pretending to be cool?!..."

"Xiwen... I know that you are the one who is saddest right now, but you have to calm down, that African magician Meng Zhenchen is very—"

"That Zhu Tou and Xi took all their belongings away, not to mention a dime of food and travel expenses, and didn't even leave me a piece of thatch, and asked me to travel thousands of miles to Africa to save him. How can you tell me to calm down?!"

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