Panguan

Dust can't reach: ...

He is very clear about the temper of the people he raised with his own hands. If Wen Shi stood here with a Cheng? appearance, he would be stubborn or push back, unable to hold back his face.

Just relying on? For a while there was a bluffing appearance that was not as tall as his legs.

Dust couldn't help but laugh angrily.

He really let out a fuzzy laugh in his throat. The gate was pitch black, so no one could see his expression. Even if someone sees it, they may not be able to understand the complicated and incomprehensible fear.

I'll settle the accounts with you when you're back to normal.

...

This time the one in my arms really didn't say a word.

***

Compared to their side, Bu Ning, Xia Qiao and Zhang Biling who were some distance behind were much more relaxed.

Bu Ning was actually very worried at first.

Although he is full of books, he knows a lot. But Wuxiangmen has already surpassed his existing cognition, and all his understanding comes from the few descriptions he heard.

? It was the first time he actually saw Wuxiangmen, and it was also the first time he received someone who came out of Wuxiangmen. He almost thought that he had forgotten all about it when he heard it, and he was going to start all over again.

Fortunately, there is Xia Qiao.

Xiao Qiao has zero practical experience, but he can't stand a grandfather who has taken Wen Shi twice.

I heard from my grandfather before that when my brother first came out of Wuxiangmen, he really looked like a child. Xia Qiao explained.

What about others? Will others be affected? Zhang Biling asked, Like he just now, he is only four or five years old, right? Does he only remember people and things when he was four or five years old, or remember everything?

Well—— Xia Qiao thought about it, Think about what grandpa said at that time. It seems that when he first came out of Wuxiangmen, my brother would always be a little bit unresponsive, and he might not have left the door. Right. But when you recover, you will remember everything.”

Then how long will his appearance last? Bu Ning is most worried about this, Does it have to grow from scratch?

Xia Qiao hurriedly said, No, no, it will be soon.

He remembered the diary that Shen Qiao left for him: In 1921, when he picked up my brother, he was already in his teens when he saw someone, and he returned to his original state within a short distance. Also, I saw It was the same with him that time, it took about forty minutes by car from Jiangjun Mountain to my house, anyway, when he came to me, he looked normal.

Xia Qiao made a rough calculation: It can't be more than an hour, maybe half an hour if it's fast.

It's half an hour or two quarters. Zhou Xu said suddenly.

Only then did Xia Qiao realize that Patriarch Bu Ning didn't keep time like this.

Oh. Bu Ning was relieved, That's good.

Don't worry, Patriarch. Xia Qiao added, When you get out of this gate, you can see the changes. At least you can grow up to be a teenager.

Xiao Qiao talked a lot.

As a result, when they landed from the other side of the gate, they saw Chen Dao leaning against the closet with his arms folded, and Xia Qiao's shrunken brother on the bed.

He sat there cross-legged, silently staring at the dark gray bedclothes in front of him, leaving everyone (mostly dust-free) with a jet-black hair top.

Xia Qiao slowly raised a series of question marks.

Isn't this still four or five years old?! Zhou Xu was the first one not to hold back, and he didn't dare to talk nonsense, so he just stabbed Xia Qiao hard in the waist.

Xiao Qiao let out a poof of air and let out a ang.

What are you so proud of? Zhou Xu squeezed out in a low voice, Didn't you say that you will grow back every minute? Your minute is counted by the shortest needle?

You ask me who am I asking? Xia Qiao was also confused.

He blinked and whispered, Brother?

The meditation practitioner on the bed raised his eyes and looked at him. The dark eyeballs were covered with a layer of light, which was chilly.

Xia Qiao flinched: What's going on with you?

He? The brother of the mini model is obviously not very happy to talk. He stared at him for a long time before jumping up: There is a problem, and it won't go back for a while.

what is the problem?

have no idea.

Xia Qiao said No.

They were too emotional outside the Wuxiang Sect before and didn't pay much attention. Listening to it now, his brother? His voice has receded a little...

Although it's not too exaggerated, but with his brother's temper, it's quite terrible.

No wonder he had to be willing to speak.

Xia Qiao didn't dare to touch him, and didn't talk to him again. Instead, he turned his head to look at the biggest one here, and asked with his mouth: Master Patriarch, is my brother really in trouble and can't get bigger?

In the blink of an eye, the eyes still fell on the ancestor on the bed.

For some reason, Xia Qiao always felt that Patriarch's expression was... full of flavor. There is a kind of meaning of I will listen to you make up.

After a while, Chen Bu gave an um and said, It can't be changed, it's quite troublesome.

Xia Qiao panicked when he heard the word trouble: Then what should I do?

Dust can't reach: Soak medicine.

When I heard it: ?

He stared at Chen Bubu and hadn't spoken yet, Xia Qiao had already been taken away for that matter.

Soaking medicine? Xia Qiao remembered the kind he used to cook for Wen Shi to soak his hands, and immediately said, Then I'll go to the kitchen and find out the sand bowl from last time.

Dust can't reach: The sand bowl is too small to hold your brother.

When I heard it: ??

Xia Qiao: Oh, what's the use?