Niannian, who had just walked out of the hut, happened to hear Zimo's words, glanced at Zimo and his malicious subordinates, and asked Simier slightly:

"Don't you have to tell Zimo about the true identity of the Nine-Colored Fairy Deer?"

Simire's robe turned white again, and the staff in his hand shone golden again. His eyelids slightly curled and he replied, "No need."

She shrugged every year, and Simire, who walked into the sun, was indeed not very understanding.

Every year, my mood has indeed calmed down a lot. At least on the surface, I have looked a lot calmer and my expression has become a little more natural. I can still smile: "Are the things you revealed to me? Are you supposed to say or can you say?"

"It's neither what I should say nor what I can say," Simire looked at him without squinting. "To be honest, I'm starting to regret it now. Too much to say will lead to mistakes."

Nian Nian lowered her head and chuckled slightly. When she raised her head again, she finally had a smile in her eyes. She looked straight ahead and took a big step. At the same time, a light word flew into Simire's ears:

"Thanks."

After hearing this, Simire raised her eyebrows and chuckled, raised her hand and touched her chest. Looking at Niannian's straight back, she decided not to remind Niannian: she actually owed him a "sorry."

Zi Mo also saw Niannian and Ximier who emerged from a small thatched hut. Not only Zi Mo, but everyone present, including Xiaoqing, also saw it.

Blue and White and Fuling didn’t have any gossip. Zimo’s brothers were very unscrupulous, whistling and whistling, and laughing strangely. Someone gave Ximier a thumbs up and said with his mouth, “Awesome.”

Nian Nian ignored these boring people and walked towards Xiaoqing, who looked calm. Listening to his quickening heartbeat again, he asked nervously: "Xiaoqing? Do you still remember..."

Xiaoqing looked at Niannian, her mouth raised, and her eyes, which were originally big and round like bells, narrowed into a line, a curved line.

"I remember every year, and how Sister Yu Tao died."

The curved lines wrapped around Newan's heart like snakes, making her feel breathless.

I opened my mouth every year, but I felt that the curved line had already wandered from my heart to my throat, and the thin line was cutting her throat bit by bit.

Xiaoqing laughed out loud, her voice as crisp and pleasant as a silver bell.

"Niannian, don't worry, I didn't blame you. Do you know what Sister Yu Tao said to me in the end?"

After waiting for his answer every year, Xiaoqing continued to say to herself: "She said, protect our family."

"Our family? Our family..." Xiaoqing repeated these five words, looking over the New Year and looking at the tree of life and death.

Every year I feel that something sharp is pressing on my heart, and I will stab the long poisonous fangs in at any time and leave the toxins in my blood.

Niannian closed her eyes and took a deep breath, turned around and looked at the tree of life and death and said, "Xiaoqing, no matter what decision you make, I will support you."

"Even if you want to use your life?"

"As long as you want, you can."

Xiaoqing was silent for a while before shook her head and said, "I don't want your life. It's not your fault, it's not anyone's fault. And I think you should be in the family that Sister Yu Tao wants me to protect..."

"I plan to stay here, watch over this tree, and wait for all the flower demons to be reborn next spring. Maybe I will see Yu Tao again at that time."

"It will definitely be." Niannian glanced at Simier and replied with certainty, "You will definitely see Sister Yu Tao again."

Xiaoqing looked at Niannian with her head in a slant, and saw the firmness and expectation in her eyes. She suddenly threw herself into Niannian's arms and buried her whole body deeply in Niannian's wide cloak.

Every year hesitated for a moment, raised his hand and wrapped it around Xiaoqing. He listened to the faint sobs in his ears, patted her on the back and hid her under his cloak.

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Zimo's people may have some resentment towards every day, but they will not be ignorant and do evil at this time.

Only then did someone suddenly realize that this young girl is actually a young girl, and her body, which is always covered by that big cloak, is actually a bit thin.

"Generally speaking, there are two ways to relieve pain," Simier slowly walked closer to Niannian and Xiaoqing, who was still hiding in Niannian's arms. "One is to apply this pain to others as it is, such as blood for blood for teeth; the other is to crush and spread the pain, let yourself get used to its existence, and let time slowly dilute its existence."

Every year, I turned to look at him: "So you are suggesting which one we choose?"

"Actually, neither of these two have any practical effects. Pain may be ignored or forgotten for a moment, but it will always exist." Simere said lightly, "However, I suggest you try the first method now."

Every Nian followed Simire's gaze and looked at the tree of life and death. Looking from afar through the lake, she saw various colors of light flashing under the tree, and some shaking figures.

"The light of magic..." Niannian's face was as cold as her voice, and she squinted her eyes and stared at the group of men in robes who were busy over there.

She lowered her head and patted Xiaoqing on the shoulder, and said, "Xiaoqing, why not let's get rid of the life and death tree!"

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"Where is Ambros, Oulos and Hazel?"

After panic, people from the Silver Button Mercenary Group got up from the ground and sorted out their clothes. Only then did someone finally remember these two companions who had disappeared for a long time.

Amb frowned and shook his head: "I sent messages to both of them, but I haven't replied yet."

"Hey, what about them? The barrier has been broken now, right? Let's go back and take a look!"

With the proposal of several people and the approval of the whole person, Amb and his group hurriedly returned to the Tibetan Flower Valley, which had lost the protection of the barrier, and smoothly passed through the lake with the help of many high-level water saint masters and came to the tall tree of life and death.

"yih    my    gyiyidness!" Someone exclaimed, raised his head and looked at the tree of life and death that suddenly bloomed with flowers and fruits.

"Ambu, we agreed before that, except for the mission supplies, all the other spoils obtained during the mission belong to us, right?" someone asked greedily.

Ambo did not answer, and he knew that the person who asked did not need his answer. If he really rejected these people, he would be buried at the bottom of the lake, and he himself was very interested in the tree.

Soon, people who were amazed or excited scattered, some tried to climb up the tree to pick some flowers and fruits, some took out daggers and knife to cut the bark, and some had already picked a good piece of wood and were cutting it at the thick trunk with ice blades.

When Niannian came over with Xiaoqing, she saw such a lively picture.

The vine bridge that was originally built on the Lake of Tears disappeared without any surprise. Just when I decided to use the same trick again every year to pave the road with ice, Xiaoqing showed her strong strength for the first time in front of everyone.

But I gently chopped my feet by the lake, and countless tender and narrow grass leaves instantly flew out from the grass by the lake. In the blink of an eye, a long green bridge of two people wide was set up on the lake surface, extending from a distance to the tree of life and death.

Every year he and Xiaoqing took the lead, but Simier stayed at the same place by the lake. Only Zimo and some of his people followed curiously, but they were five or six meters away from these two people.

After Niannian and Xiaoqing saw the busy group of holy mages, the green long bridge was divided into two, half exploring towards the tree cave where the nine-colored fairy deer was temporarily living, and the other half was carrying Niannian and the two came to Anbu.

Anbu had no action yet and was still staying under the tree to watch the situation, so he naturally noticed the arrival of the two of them every year.

Nian Nian smiled at Ambo friendly, took out two wooden boxes from his arms and handed them over: "I promised you my reward before, thank you for your support."

Anbu was a little alert, but was caught off guard by Nian Nian's actions. He subconsciously took the two wooden boxes and replied subconsciously: "You're welcome, thank you."

Every Nian smiled again, Xiaoqing also smiled innocently at Anbu, and only shook Anbu in a trance.

Amb was guessing in his mind whether this person who looked like a teenage girl was a player here, but he felt his whole body tightened, and his legs were suddenly tied together by something. His arms, which were holding the two wooden boxes, were also tightly folded towards his chest, and the edges of the wooden boxes were pressed against his heart.

Before he could see where the green ropes that tied him came out, several black shadows hit his face, covering his eyes tightly. Soon Anbu felt that he was wrapped in a mummy, leaving only two nostrils exposed to breathe.

This is? The thought of Anbu, when a feeling of weightlessness came, his head was depressed, as if something was pushing up.

I was hung up? He then reacted. Before he could react, his head suddenly sank, and then a cold liquid covered his face from all directions, his body, and his feet.

In the Lake of Tears, Amb was struggling hard, and his body was twisting funnyly, but he couldn't even bring up a beautiful wave. The sharp corners of the two wooden boxes had pierced into his chest, and a few drops of blood gushed out, and they were soon diluted by the lake water.

Every year, I looked at the bubbles coming out of the lake and suggested to Xiaoqing in a good mood: "Don't throw them into the lake and be careful to pollute the water source."

Xiao Qingshen nodded with consent. The dozen green and slender grass leaves behind her were already covered with "worms". She was swaying up and down to play with her, exclaiming and screaming at times light and heaviness with the height and speed, sometimes far and sometimes near, and it was very lively.

Soon Xiaoqing got tired of playing, and the holy masters who wrapped them into rice dumplings - veritable green rice dumplings - threw them into the sky hard and threw them towards the lake of tears.

"Guess which one flew the farthest?" Xiaoqing raised her hand and asked Nian Nian around her.

"That," Niannian also commented in a pretentious manner, "it looks thinner and a standard streamlined shape, and it should be able to fly far away."

"What do you think?" Xiaoqing turned around and looked at Zi Mo and others who were speechless a few meters behind them, and asked with a smile.

Seeing Xiaoqing turn around, Zimo's brothers took a big step back together, leaving Zimo standing alone in front of the little girl with a clever smile.

"Ahem," Zimo raised his middle finger behind his back with his left hand, raised his other hand to his brow, and looked at the people flying, "I think it's all quite far... After all, this one is not far away, it depends on the strength of the person throwing it out!"

After saying that, he gave Xiaoqing a thumbs up: "I believe that your strength is definitely the kind that can carry a tripod!"
Chapter completed!