Lan Zhan is going back.
Wei Ying and I came out to take him on a journey.
weiyingLan Zhan, you just asked us, do you want to keep going like this?
weiyingBut what can we do?
weiyingDo you want to abandon the trickster magic and not cultivate it, and hand over the Yin Tiger Talisman?
weiyingWhat about the people on this mountain? Shall we abandon them?
weiyingI can't do it, but I believe you can't do it either.
Lan Zhan was silent, as if he agreed with Wei Ying's words.
No one gives us the Sunshine Dao, and there is no way to protect the people you want to protect even if you don't cultivate the magic magic.
Right and wrong are in oneself, and it is up to others to destroy reputation, regardless of gain or loss.
The three of us were silent at the entrance to the mass grave.
A small radish head ran over and hugged Lan Zhan's thigh, then turned his head to look at me.
ayuanSister Xiaoyu, isn't this brother going to eat with us?
I haven't spoken yet, Wei Ying answered for me.
weiyingHe has food at home and does not leave it.
...
ayuanSister Xiaoyu, will the rich brother come again?
weiyingWhat rich brother?
xiangfenglingDo you mean Lan Zhan is rich?
Xiao Ayuan shook his head.
ayuanA rich brother is a rich brother.
xiangfenglingHe will not come.
weiyingEveryone in this world has a lot to do, everyone has their own way to go, and he will not come.
A Yuan didn't know whether to understand Wei Ying's words or not. At a young age, he only knew that the rich brother would not come again.
I took Ah Yuan's hand.
xiangfenglingGo, little turnip head, go home.
Wei Ying was by our side.
weiyingAh Yuan, he is a rich brother, so what am I?
The little turnip head said the answer loudly.
xiangfenglingWell done Ayuan.
weiyingXiang Fengling! Did you secretly teach Ah Yuan something messy again!
xiangfenglingI'm wronged, this time he organized the language himself, and I didn't let him call you Uncle Wei.
Wei Ying snatched A Yuan's little toy and had to let the little radish head call him envious of his brother.
The old man is not small, and he bullies a child.
Alas, a childish ghost.
...
The sky was getting darker, and the figures of the three of us disappeared into the depths of the dense forest of the mass grave.
Regardless of the bustling Yangguan Road, I prefer a single-plank bridge to go to the dark.
tuzi"This villain is going to be autistic" seeks to collect π, has collected over 350, and "Fu Xian" adds more ππ
