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Chapter 93

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Hearing Mashiro's words, Nangong Zhe couldn't help but blush. After all, with Nan Gongzhe's personality, he would be a little embarrassed if someone suddenly called him a hero.

He reached out his hand and touched Mashiro's forehead as she lay on the bed. Nangong Zhe smiled, "Okay, okay, don't try to enlighten me. I can still accept these things. The most important thing for you now is to have a good sleep, right? "

Looking at Nangong Zhe's smiling face, feeling the warmth from Nangong Zhe's palm. Mashiro buried his head deep in the blanket.

"Okay!"

Although Mashiro's voice was very soft, Nangong Zhe still heard it clearly. Nangong Zhe smiled and nodded slightly. Then, he was ready to take his hand away and discuss some things with Liyang.

Just as Nangong Zhe stood up, he suddenly felt his sleeve being pulled. The person pulling Nangong Zhe's sleeve was Mashiro lying on the bed.

"No … Don't go. Or, can you wait until I fall asleep? "

Half of Mashiro's face was buried in the blanket, only his eyes could be seen. She was looking at Nangong Zhe, who was standing beside her bed, shyly and hopefully.

"If … If you still have something to do, you don't have to accompany me …"

Seeing Nangong Zhe's hesitation, Mashiro spoke intermittently.

But in Mashiro's eyes, there was still some disappointment.

"It's okay, I'll accompany you until you fall asleep."

In fact, Nangong Zhe wasn't in a hurry. Plus, Mashiro was looking at him like this, so how could he refuse?

Nangong Zhe sat on Mashiro's bed again and held Mashiro's little hand.

"Be good, have a good sleep!"

Hearing Nangong Zhe's voice, Mashiro slowly closed her eyes. Slowly, he entered his own dreamland.

Which girl didn't yearn for love? How could a young man not be sentimental?

Mashiro's dream was the most realistic portrayal of herself.

The big tree, the wooden house, the small stream at the foot of the mountain. Everything was exactly the same as Mashiro's current place, but the big tree seemed to have grown a little bigger, and the wooden house was a little more dilapidated.

"What should we eat today?"

A slightly hunched figure slowly pushed open the door of the wooden house. The figure's white hair proved that he had lived a long life.

Although there were more wrinkles on his face, and his skin was a little loose. But one could still vaguely see that it was Nangong Zhe.

He followed behind Nangong Zhe and walked out of the wooden house. He was also an old man, and upon closer inspection, he looked a little like Mashiro.

"Just do it as you see fit. I've already brewed your tea and put it under the tree. You can drink some when you want to. " The old Mashiro looked at Nangong Zhe, who was also old. Although he had been busy with some trivial matters, his turbid eyes were full of deep affection.

"You seem to have seen the flowers you planted a few years ago?"

The old Nangong Zhe squinted his eyes, hoping that he could see the scenery in front of him more clearly. And in the direction that Nangong Zhe was looking at, there was a small flower bed. All kinds of unknown flowers were quietly blooming in the middle of it. They were emitting their own brilliance.

"You just found out?"

The old Mashiro stood behind Nangong Zhe and patted Nangong Zhe's head with his slightly skinny hand. He seemed to be reprimanding Nangong Zhe, but his words were full of tenderness.



"Li Yang, since I've broken free from the trial of Banishment. I'm sure you know that Banishment is now … "

After Nangong Zhe saw that Mashiro had fallen asleep, he left Mashiro's wooden house. He specially called Arthur, who was guarding the entrance of the cave, to Mashiro's room to protect Mashiro's safety. Nangong Zhe went straight to Li Yang.

Although Nangong Zhe did not finish his sentence, Li Yang understood what Nangong Zhe meant. Banishment was a rare genius and madman. Just like that, the last mark he left in the human world disappeared without anyone knowing. It really made people sigh endlessly.

"Although Banishment was not born in the same era as me, he was still recorded in the ancient records passed down by the Lion Clan."

Li Yang was also a little emotional. After all, when she first started, she was similar to Banishment. She was a remnant soul in the world. Fortunately, she had met Nangong Zhe. Otherwise, she might have ended up like Banishment. Her soul might have been destroyed.

Nangong Zhe and Li Yang were standing at the entrance of the cave that Nangong Zhe had been in. The more he looked at the deep cave, the more it looked like a mausoleum's tomb. It was a little dark and a little scary. Occasionally, there would be a chilly feeling drifting out from it.

"Let's use this cave as Banishment's tomb?"

Nangong Zhe looked at Li Yang and asked.

After all, when Banishment died, there was nothing left of his body. It was reasonable to use the place where his soul dissipated as his tomb.

Li Yang nodded, indicating that she agreed.

Thus, Nangong Zhe pulled out the Tribulation Sword on his back. He gradually poured the natural energy in his body into the Tribulation Sword. Nangong Zhe's natural energy was like a magnet, constantly attracting the rich natural energy in the surroundings.

Under the constant influx of natural energy, the Tribulation Sword was wrapped in a thick layer of energy. The sword seemed to expand and was covered in a thick layer of green.

Feeling that the sword in his hand had accumulated a lot of energy, Nangong Zhe slashed the Tribulation Sword from bottom to top.

"Rise!"

Following Nangong Zhe's command, the natural energy constantly pulled the earth. A large piece of soil was pulled out.

The natural energy constantly spread out from Nangong Zhe's Tribulation Sword in the form of waves.

It was like huge waves hitting a large piece of soil in front of Nangong Zhe.

The soil, which was originally loose, slowly became hard under the baptism of the natural energy.

When the hitting stopped, the diamond-shaped soil, which was originally six meters in size, had been hit until it was only 20 centimeters thick. However, its hardness had already surpassed that of ordinary steel.

"Seal!"

Nangong Zhe pointed the Tribulation Sword at the entrance of the cave. The soil wall obeyed Nangong Zhe's guidance and buckled into the cave entrance with a loud sound.

Looking at the soil wall that had already merged with the mountain, Nangong Zhe heaved a sigh of relief. These days, the effect of Li Zhe's teaching was really amazing.

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