Finally, Qin Yuesi could no longer bear it! The child covered his face and rubbed and pulled hard, as if he hoped to pull himself out of this emotion as soon as possible!

But the more he pulled, the more he realized that he was now completely immersed in it!

He wanted to shout, and wanted to shout loudly at this moment, and even more so he wanted to make the scream that came from the bottom of his heart!

Only then did Yuan Shixian realize how much perseverance he had spent now to barely control his spirit and allow himself to sit here, hold his throat and say nothing. △↗

In contrast, Xiao Qiuxuan still expressed his attitude of "this second apprentice is a lunatic" and ignored him.

This situation continues, and the plays on the stage are gradually coming to an end.

Finally, before the last one of the plays was about to come, Murong Minglan seemed to be finally shouted by cheers around him. He raised his head in a daze, didn't look much, and continued to tilt his head and leaned against the other side and fell asleep.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Taozhaide quickly stood up, ran towards the rear of the theater like a flying rushing towards Xiao Qiubao.

"Dad! How is it?"

Xiao Qiuqian asked, not caring about the wide-eyed eyes next to him, looking like "So we are not monitoring in secret?"

Tao Zhaide was panting, nervous and even started to sweat on his forehead. He shook his head and said, "No, Minglan's interest is always not very high. What should I do? How can I make him happy? Where should I take him to buy clothes next? Or take him to relax in the suburbs? Rafting on the lake? Or climbing a mountain?"

Qin Yuesi suddenly interrupted: "Master! Do you want to take your senior brother to raft and climb mountains, buy clothes and go shopping?!"

Seeing this second disciple, Tao Zhaide suddenly remembered something. He quickly said apologetically: "Yuesi, I'm sorry. I can only take Minglan this time, I can't take you. Although you are also my disciple..."

"It's okay! Master, please take the senior brother there! Haha, I'm fine, no objection! Hahaha~~~"

The second disciple's face really had no expression of opinion.

Taozhaide looked at Qin Yuesi and confirmed that he was really fine, then continued: "So, where should I take him next? Do you think he will be happier and more relaxed wherever he goes?"

Xiao Qiuqian pinched his mouth and was also thinking. After thinking for a while, she said, "Dad, I heard that the lotus flowers in Mingjing Lake in the suburbs are blooming very well recently. Otherwise... I will take Brother Murong to raft the lake and enjoy the lotus and relax? And you don't have to walk around on the boat, so you won't be too tired."

Taozhaide snapped his fingers directly: "Good idea! I owe debts, you can rent a boat for me now! Yue Si, do you know how to rent a boat? You can go together too!"

"Okay Master!"

Qin Yuesi nodded immediately and agreed. How could he say that he hated his master to favor him?

"good----------!!!"

At this moment, the drama on the stage had already reached its peak. The cheers and cheers in the theater were even more deafening, and it was obvious that everyone was in high spirits!

Tao Zhaide turned around and wanted to pull his disciple up in this crowd of people with high aura.

Then……

He searched all over the theater, but his eldest disciple was nowhere to be seen.

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Drop... Drop... Drop...

The cold liquid fell on the eyelashes.

This... is not the coldness of Guanghan Palace.

Although Guanghan Palace is very cold, it always reveals a little warmth in the cold. Even if you don’t use your mind and walk in the courtyard with your shirtlessness, you can always feel the warmth revealed in the white snow.

But the coldness now is far less than that of Guanghan Palace, but why... the bone-black meaning it contains is so obvious and so cold?

Murong Minglan opened her eyes and looked at the street that was coming and going in front of her.

The vision in front of me still seemed a little blurred, and the people coming and going seemed to have no facial features or expressions on their faces, just like a doll.

drop………………

The water from somewhere continued to drip on the tip of his nose, bringing a moment of bone thorn.

How strange? On this midsummer day, I feel very cold. Even if I try hard to activate my mind, I can still feel this cold... I can't dispel it for a long time.

Moving forward along the street... I don’t know how long I walked, but the scenery around me has not changed at all.

Simple and not complicated streets, people without expressions and facial features.

It seems that no matter how long it takes, all this will not change at all.

But just as he began to stop and wanted to observe the surroundings...

drop………………

The cold liquid dripped again.

He reached out and touched the tip of his nose. The place he started was cold but sticky.

Then...

Didi...didi...walalalala—————

The rain fell.

But these rains... are like the blood... red?

Murong Minglan raised her head blankly, trying to see the bloody rain above her head. But when he raised his head and looked at the sky...

Blood fell from countless corpses floating in the air.

The bodies were broken, including adults, children, men, women, old, young, and clothes, and like servants.

These corpses with broken hands and feet, broken belly hung on the top of his head. Every inch of skin, every broken muscle, and every broken bone, blood that seemed to never run out of it continued to flow out, falling on the child like a torrential rain!

"Lan'er! Have you forgotten the deep hatred for your father's blood?!"

The face of one of the corpses suddenly turned around, and the blood-covered face looked extremely ferocious!

Looking at this face, Murong Minglan's expression suddenly changed! His body trembled, his expression began to twist. His hands began to cover his face uncontrollably, and his knees thumped on the ground.

"Lan'er! My mother died so miserably... so miserable!"

"Why don't you avenge us? Brother! When those beasts defile me... when they defile your own sister... why can you still watch from the side and not avenge me!"

"Brother! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"We died so miserably... so miserable!"

"Why...why don't you avenge us?"

"Have you forgotten this bloody hatred?"

"Have you forgotten the blood of revenge flowing on you?!"

"You unfilial son!"

"Beast! You beast who can't even avenge us!"

"Why didn't you die together at that time? Why are you the only one who survived!"

"You betrayed the Murong family...betrayed us!"

"Avenge us...revenge us!revenge us..."

"Take revenge—————!!!"

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“Wow—————————————!”

Accompanied by a scream, Murong Minglan suddenly opened her eyes and looked at everything in front of her.

He gasped and sweated all over his body.

"Where is this...?"

He looked around and found that this was a stone chamber similar to a basement, without any light.

Have you... been imprisoned?

Murong Minglan tried to breathe back and experience the power in her body.

The power of mind...no problem. With my own strength, as long as this stone chamber has not been specially reinforced with the immortal array, I am afraid that this spiritual immortal will not be trapped.

However, just when Murong Minglan wanted to try to wield her mind and break the wall...

"Who is it? Who else is there! This voice...is... a great disciple of Guanghan Palace?"

A second voice suddenly came from the darkness! When he heard this voice, Murong Minglan's eyes, which were gradually becoming calm...
Chapter completed!