The child's voice sounded like a thunderous explosion in the old man's mind. "Oh no!" The old man shouted, his mind was calm, and the confusion in his eyes instantly swept away. Without hesitation, he quickly stopped his body and wanted to stay away from the butterfly that was about to merge with his body. However, at this time, he found that his cultivation level, which had reached the immortal level, was weakened to the Taiqing realm without knowing it, and his strength could not be displayed. Therefore, he had no choice but to retreat step by step except to retreat step by step. He naturally knew the consequences of the butterfly when he integrated into his body: his cultivation was deprived, his mind would always stay in his childhood, and he fell into madness. So a trace of cold sweat began to ooze out along his forehead, and a sense of crisis that he rarely had before appeared in his heart.

"Are you really going to kill me?" the old man roared at the butterfly in despair.

"Tell me, what are you doing here without hesitation?" Zhuang Bo's cold voice suddenly resounded in this dream that made the old man crazy.

"After you hid in these thousands of snow peaks with Yuze, I kept inquiring about her. Not long ago, I finally got some news about her from that person." The old man replied anxiously.

After saying this, the old man found that the butterfly approaching him suddenly stopped moving forward and stood in place with his wings dancing. Seeing this scene, the old man secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the crisis passed. He knew the weight of the sentence in Zhuang Bo's heart.

After being silent for a long time, the old man was not in a hurry. He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.

"What you said is true? If you dare to deceive me again..." Zhuang Bo's voice was surprisingly calm and indifferent. It was obvious that it was achieved after a long period of calming and restraining.

"Do you think my current situation still allows me to lie?" the old man opened his eyes and smiled helplessly.

The next moment, the dream in front of the old man instantly shattered, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he was still standing in the void.

"The morality of this ancient picture is indeed scary! It can actually produce such a real dream." The old man gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, calmed down his breath a little, and spoke. In fact, the old man's strength is higher than that of Zhuang Bo, but he was careless at the beginning and he really didn't expect Zhuang Bo to really have murderous intentions on him, so he ended up like this.

"Hmph! Is there such a fascinating dream?" Zhuang Bo's illusory figure, which was originally reflected by the ancient pictures, changed back to its original appearance after the dream was broken. He responded with some disdain after hearing the old man's words.

"I really hope that everything in the past is a dream." The old man said dejectedly.

"Do you regret it?" Zhuang Bo said with some sarcastic words.

The old man sighed inwardly, not knowing how to answer.

After a moment.

"Tell me, everything you know about her."

After living together for several years, Zhuang Bo has always been easy-going and kind to Ze Yuhui. He was extremely patient when teaching him skills and kept explaining and demonstrating him. However, since Zhuang Bo met the old man today, he became abnormal, his expression changed between indifference and anger, and even had murderous intent. If it weren't for his shout just now, the old man would have really been in danger. Now the two have stopped fighting, and after the conversation ended, they came to the bamboo house again, walked to the wooden table, and sat down face to face.

Ze Yuhui was a smart child. Seeing this scene, he stepped forward and poured a cup of tea for the two of them. Although he was full of curiosity, he still consciously looked for an opportunity after pouring the tea, quietly left the house, and sat cross-legged at the place where he often meditated and practiced. As improved by Zhuang Bo's realm, his strength also improved significantly. He took this opportunity to settle down. He didn't think much, held his breath and concentrated, and soon entered a meditation state, trying to control the spiritual power in his dantian to swim towards his limbs and bones bit by bit.

Time passed quietly without realizing it, one day later.

"Yuhui, come here." Zhuang Bo's slightly tired voice awakened Ze Yuhui who was in meditation.

"I wonder what Uncle Zhuang called me to do now?"

moment.

"Bo Zhuang." Ze Yuhui, who was already standing beside Bo Zhuang, replied respectfully.

There was no such uncomfortable and depressing atmosphere as Ze Yuhui left. Although Zhuang Bo was staring outside the house with an expressionless face, the indifference between his eyebrows and the anger in his eyes disappeared. The old man looked at Zhuang Bo with a questioning look, as if he was waiting for his confirmation. Obviously, Zhuang Bo did not care about the old man's actions.

"Brother Zhuang, why did you call me here?" Ze Yuhui, who was standing beside him, was waiting for Mr. Zhuang's reply, but Mr. Zhuang seemed to have forgotten his arrival. After feeling the increasingly strange atmosphere, Ze Yuhui finally couldn't help but ask.

A soft question finally made Zhuang Bona look outside the house turn to Ze Yuhui.

Zhuang Bo's eyes were full of kindness at this moment. He looked at Ze Yuhui quietly for a moment, and drank the tea in the teacup in front of him as if he had made up his mind. Then he stood up from the wooden chair, pointed to the old man sitting opposite him, and slowly said: "You go and pack your luggage simply, and leave here with him later."

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"Why? Don't you listen to Uncle Zhuang's words?" Seeing Ze Yuhui standing still like a rooster after hearing what he said, Uncle Zhuang's tone became much higher.

Ze Yuhui was very surprised. Zhuang Bo's seemingly simple words had completely disturbed his mind. He never thought that Zhuang Bo would let him and a strange old man who suddenly visited him leave this place where he had lived for many years. The old man had fought with Zhuang Bo not long ago. He couldn't think of why, but he looked at Zhuang Bo with a begging look, hoping that he could change his mind. But Zhuang Bo's increasingly firm expression broke Ze Yuhui's last hope.

After years of getting along, Ze Yuhui realized that although Zhuang Bo loved him very much, once he decided, he had to complete and could not change. It was because of this that his talent was stimulated by Zhuang Bo little by little. Finally, when two lines of tears fell from his eyes, he gave up resisting, and then turned around and walked towards his room. Then, he did not forget to glar at the old man with his tears in his eyes: It must be him who said bad things about me at Zhuang Bo! This bad guy would have not saved him if he had known this!

Although Ze Yuhui is only nine years old, she has almost never been involved in the world and her quality is as simple as jade.

The old man looked very uncomfortable when Ze Yuhui glared at this, and looked at Zhuang Bo with a bitter look. Zhuang Bo's expression was very cold at this moment, and he didn't pay any attention to the old man's eyes that were asking for help. Obviously, his heart was also full of reluctance.

Although it was just a few simple clothes, Ze Yuhui cleaned up for nearly an hour. During this period, suppressed crying came from the house from time to time. Zhuang Bo did not urge him, but closed his eyes and meditated on his own, as if he didn't want to hear the cry. The old man could only sigh helplessly, stood up and walked outside the house.

It took a long time.

"Bo Zhuang, I'm done." Some choked voices woke Zhuang Bo from meditation, and Ze Yuhui had already arrived beside Zhuang Bo.

Zhuang Bo looked at Ze Yuhui with red eyes. The coldness in his eyes had long been replaced by pity. He wanted to reach out and brush away the tears from the corners of his eyes, but as soon as his hand reached mid-air, he paused and then slowly pointed outside the house.

"You go outside and wait."

Ze Yuhui, who had the last trace of fantasy, was completely desperate this time, and then walked out of the house with some mechanical movements.

"Come here." Uncle Zhuang's somewhat cold voice suddenly rang.

Ze Yuhui, who heard the sound, suddenly stood up, was delighted, and her head turned quickly towards Zhuang Bo, but the next moment he understood that this sentence was not for him to hear. So, his head lowered, his steps became heavier, and he moved out of the house little by little. The old man seemed to be afraid of seeing Ze Yuhui, and his figure flashed and entered the house from outside.

After a long time, Zhuang Bo and the old man walked out of the house with a package in their hands and came to Ze Yuhui who was sobbing in a low voice.

"The things in this package are very expensive, you must keep them well, Yuhui." Zhuang Bo said softly while spreading the package on Ze Yuhui's shoulder. At this time, Zhuang Bo's tone and affection were obviously much gentler. He squatted down and hugged Ze Yuhui gently into his arms, without making a sound to comfort him, but just gently stroked his head with his gentle palms. Ze Yuhui hugged Zhuang Bo tightly with both hands, and two lines of hot tears kept flowing from his cheeks to Zhuang Bo's lapel.
Chapter completed!