Haiyan even opened the cabin curtain and wanted to jump down to save others.
Her hands were held.
"Miss Mingqi?" Haiyan was surprised.
It's already this time, why are you still stopping her? Two lives! And one of them is a child!
"Don't worry, sit still!" Mingwei said indifferently.
"This..." Haiyan became even more confused.
She didn't have a chance to speak anymore. She only felt invisible air waves exploding around her, and then her whole body froze, as if time had stopped.
Then, she saw Miss Mingqi opening the cabin curtain and going out.
Haiyan opened her mouth to scream, but found that she could not make a sound.
What happened?
Mingwei stood on the bow of the boat, letting the drizzle fall on her body, her face as cold as ice: "Come out!"
No one answered.
Where the woman dropped her baby with her, the vortex was spinning layer by layer.
The man in gray, who was anxious just now, was frozen there like the two maids, like a sculpture.
Mingwei turned the flute in his hand, brought it to his lips and blew out it.
The sound of the flute sounded, and every syllable seemed to be carrying power, lifting up the fallen branches and leaves and spinning around the man in gray.
The air waves were moving faster and faster, the wind sound was getting louder and louder, and the robes of the man in gray were blowing loudly.
finally--
There was a click, as if something was broken.
A strange crack appeared on the man in gray. The crack got bigger and bigger, and finally broke into two halves.
A person who was still alive just now fell like broken porcelain until it fell to the ground and melted into the dust.
A meticulous painting depicting a dam, a pavilion, a woman and a man in gray swayed in the wind, fell into the lake, and quickly absorbed the water and sank.
Mingwei turned her eyes and saw a young man in Tsing Yi sitting on the lake viewing pavilion.
"Mingxiao." She whispered the name softly.
The man in Tsing Yi - Mingxiao looked at her and smiled: "No wonder Master always praises you. In this year, I forgot all about eating and sleeping to improve my painting skills, but you still cracked it easily. Senior sister."
When he called out the word "senior sister", the emotions in his eyes were extremely complicated, showing both intimacy and malice.
Ming Wei said calmly: "Don't call me Senior Sister, I can't afford it."
Mingxiao smiled and said: "You and I come from the same school, you come first and I come last. Isn't it right to call me senior sister?"
But Mingwei didn't give him any face: "I only have one junior brother. He died in another time and space and has nothing to do with you."
"It seems that you are very disgusted with me! Yes, after all, I took your position." He turned the flute in his hand, looked at Mingwei and continued, "This feeling is very uncomfortable to think about. But what can be done?
What? You shouldn't exist in this world, so why go against the will of heaven? Senior sister, listen to me and go back! The inheritance of fortune masters has been put on the right track, and you are no longer needed here."
He persuaded me softly, with a hint of sincerity.
Mingwei only found it funny: "I shouldn't exist, so you should exist? The fortune master inheritance is now in Ning Xiu's hands, where did you come from? If you have to put it this way, isn't your mysticism just a rootless tree?
?If it weren’t for them, why would you be standing here?”
Mingxiao thought for a while: "That makes sense."
Mingwei continued: "My existence has a clear context. Your existence is like a dream. Who is the person who really shouldn't exist?"
The two people looked at each other, like swords meeting each other.
Mingxiao laughed: "Senior sister, are you testing me? Do you want to see Master?"
Mingwei didn't answer.
"He won't see you. This world already has me, so you don't need to exist."
"That's what you said?" Mingwei said disdainfully, "What he said may not be the truth!"
Mingxiao laughed loudly: "Master said you are stubborn, and it is true. But senior sister, sometimes people have to admit defeat. Some things, what you think may not be the truth. For example..."
He said slowly: "Do you really think that your existence has a traceable context?"
This sentence was spoken with a heavy meaning of questioning.
Mingwei realized that what he said later might have an impact on her, but it was too late——
"The child just now is you in another world. Why is a baby who was buried under the water standing here? How can he say that his existence has a traceable context?"
As soon as the words fell, time began to flow around him again.
The place where the woman jumped into the water with her baby in her arms made a gurgling sound and bubbles kept rising.
The man in gray appeared instantly, ran over and jumped into the water.
"A Liu! A Liu!"
He dived into the water and searched desperately. However, when he finally fished the people out, one big and one small had no breath.
The man in gray stared blankly at the two corpses. Their faces were covered with scars, and they didn't know whether it was lake water or tears.
"A Liu!" He hugged the woman and the child and shouted heartbreakingly.
Mingwei looked at the swollen body and the baby in the woman's arms.
She was still so young, perhaps not yet full moon, and had no time to understand the world, so she was deprived of her life.
At this time, the dead baby suddenly opened his eyes.
The eyes that should have been ignorant turned out to be like those of an adult, looking at Mingwei and opening his childish mouth.
Mingwei's whole body felt cold.
Others may not recognize it, but she will not be mistaken.
This is...herself!
Mingwei said nothing, turned the flute in her hand and brought it to her lips.
The sound of the flute sounded, bringing with it an unprecedented violent whirlwind.
The whirlwind was like a blade, rolling towards the Mingxiao on the top of the pavilion.
Tomorrow and night are in a hurry, and all I can do is hold up my flute to greet you.
The crazy music hit him like a violent wind and rain, leaving him no room to breathe.
What was originally a light drizzle suddenly turned into a torrential downpour.
The raindrops were like hail, pouring down overwhelmingly, and thunder exploded.
In an instant, the two people playing the flute and flute were drowned by the rain.
I wanted to retreat several times in the evening, but I was pestered and unable to retreat.
The more they fight, the more afraid he becomes.
Until now, he didn't know how scary she was.
It is clear that he has just recovered from his serious injury, and his internal strength is still not perfect yet, but his understanding of the exercises and his control of the music have reached a level that is admired by others.
He finally understood how lucky he was to be able to seriously injure her in Changsheng Temple.
If only she had any sense at all at that time, she would not have ended up like that.
However, this also shows how important the master is in her heart.
This is simply an unavoidable weakness!
He had clearly understood her weakness, but Mingxiao was now forced to the point where she couldn't deal with it.
He retreated again and again...
"Boom..." a dull voice sounded.
Haiyan regained her ability to move at this moment and found that there were no women or children on the embankment, nor were there any men in gray.
In the gentle breeze and drizzle, the Lake View Pavilion suddenly exploded as if it had been struck by lightning.
The boat capsized.
A figure rushed over and jumped into the water with a "plop". (To be continued)