MTL - Mixed Miners-Chapter 1813 go away

A few houses, a few medicine gardens, here is a medicinal planting base at the outer door, and more than a dozen low-level disciples of the inspirational period are slamming on the ground.

The master of the church grabbed it, and a disciple was caught in front of him and asked aloud, "Where did the last missing girl fall from the cliff?"

"There over there~" This disciple is scared of the soul.

When Yang Ling’s body swayed, his eyes appeared on the edge of a cliff a few hundred meters away. Sure enough, this cliff was steep and steep, surrounded by some thorns and weeds. Yang Ling’s knowledge was swept away, and a hand-made from the grass Sewing the purse, embroidered with two playful fish on the purse, one of which is embroidered with a linger on the belly.

Although this pouch Yangling has not seen it, it is undoubtedly Xiaoqing’s fall.

The death of an ordinary mortal is exactly like an ant for a monk, so no one has ever asked this matter after Xiaoqing fell, so after a few months, the purse was still intact.

The sensation of Yang Ling descended down the cliff. On the steep rock wall of tens of thousands of meters, there were some curved and weird dead trees and floating ancient vines. Under the cliff was a deep squat, and a cold spring continually churned, releasing a strong Cold and white fog.

Falling from the tens of thousands of meters of cliffs, if you fall into the cold water, a weak ordinary mortal will certainly not survive.

The death of Xiaoqing can be said to be directly related to him. If he and the big monkeys murder in Yunfeng City, their family will not suffer so much.

From the moment I saw the lifting of the ban on Kyushu, Yang Ling knew that he was starting to think wrong. It is certainly the world of consciousness of the Promise of the Promise, but it is actually a real world. People living on the continent of Kyushu are Really living on this continent, they also have old, sick, and sorrowful, and there is no difference between the world and the outside world. Even the world that they live in, is it impossible to be another Kyushu? It’s just that I haven’t confirmed it yet.

Reality and illusion, at different times, different places, different realms, different levels, see very different.

But no matter what, in Yang Ling's heart, Xiaoqing is the real Xiaoqing, and her death is entirely caused by her own intentions.

If it wasn’t for the eagerness to find the self-cultivator of Kyushu, if it wasn’t for himself to provoke a sin in Yunfengcheng, the Yun family would not provoke the Xiaoqing family to retaliate against themselves.

Yang Ling’s knowledge quickly searched the tens of thousands of miles under the cliff, but he found nothing, so he pressed his finger forward, and a golden plaque spread out, showing the image near the central cliff.

"Retreat~"

With Yang Ling's mental power, the time in the image began to recede quickly. Soon Yang Ling saw a soft and weak girl falling from the cliff top, but only half of it, Yang Ling jumped from the cliff. Go on.

There is a stone crevice at the bottom of the cliff, but there are some sparse wild fruits and a strange tree with a strange branch. There is a hole in the root of the old tree, and a skinny girl curls up inside. A drop of cold water dripped from the cracks in the rock and landed in a fist-sized puddle next to her.

The little girl's body was constantly squatting, her eyes opened slightly and looked out of the hole. When she fell down, she was just caught by the branches of the old tree. Then she climbed the ancient tree and climbed into the crack of the stone, and there was no place in the world. The place, she has spent half a year relying on wild fruit and dripping water, but now she is ill, she feels she can no longer support it.

"Yang Ling brother, Xiao Qing miss you! I think you can come and see me, talk to me..."

Xiaoqing's chapped lips gently twitched, feeling that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and the brilliance in his eyes slowly dissipated, but when she was about to fall into the darkness, she seemed to see a person who thought about it day and night. Open her arms to her.

"I dreamed of my brother again~" Xiaoqing's face showed a smile of satisfaction, and then her eyes closed completely into the endless darkness.

......

Two months later.

Peaceful and quiet fishing village.

The three small wooden houses have been renovated, and the small yard has been expanded more than once. The wooden frame is covered with various kinds of marine fish. The next string of colored shell wind chimes in the eaves sway gently in the evening wind in the setting sun, making a crisp sound. .

"Uncle, I will take time to come back to see you!" Yang Ling carrying a black sword, carrying a bag on his shoulder and coming out of the house, a girl clutching his hand tightly, reluctantly said: "Brother, you must come back to see us!"

"Reassured, my brother speaks and talks, I must come back to see you!" Yang Ling touched the girl's hair.

"Brother, this is for you!" Xiaoqing hesitated, slightly shyly took out a hand-stitched purse from behind, two small fishes on the top, the fish's belly was embroidered with a Ling and a Clear word.

"Aberdeen is going to go! Otherwise, you can't catch up with the caravans in the town!" Although the uncle's eyes were also a bit sad, he still waved rough handcuffs.

"Aberdeen, the aunt in the baggage has made you the most loved fish tofu and spicy fish, and eat slowly on the road!"

"Uncle Daxu take care! Xiaoqing sister take care!" Yang Ling hugs ~www.novelbuddy.com~ Then pull the fence door of the yard and stride away.

"Brother, you must come back to see me~" The girl chased Yangling's pace, following the winding path, and chasing it far and far.

Yang Ling did not look back. He was afraid that he would never want to leave again after he turned back, and he was afraid that one day, all of this would collapse like a dream.

Not far from Xiaoqing’s home, there is a new fisherman who is moving in, a middle-aged man with a surname, a temper, and a lady with a charm and a fifteen-year-old boy. Raise a big yellow monkey.

"Wind, Wukong, take care of the Xiaoqing family!" A voice rang in the minds of middle-aged and big monkeys.

"Yes ~ Master!" The wind and the big monkey quickly rushed to the direction of Yang Ling's departure.

Yang Ling has already walked to a remote area at this time, and the space is shaking. The wind scorpion and Oda Snow are also present at the same time.

"Wind, we have to go back, please take care of you here!"

"Master assured!" Wind scorpion arched.

"Snow, let's go!" Yang Ling's body vacated, and Oda Snow, who was in a white dress, followed closely. The master and servant turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the blue sky, and soon they rushed out. White light appeared in the vast sea.

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