Who knows, my family members, the host is forced to love again

Chapter 212 The target of the mission forced the host to love 14

But after hearing what he said, Lu Huaiyuan didn't care much and replied: "Yes, I am a good person."

Sima Ming was speechless.

I really believed your lies!

He took two deep breaths and resisted the urge to fight back.

Just thinking of a possibility, Siming asked again: "No, tell me the truth, is he still alive to come back?"

Lu Huaiyuan thought for a moment and didn't say anything too final.

"uncertain."

Anyway, he felt that it was difficult enough, but as to whether there would be another opportunity, it was hard to say.

Sima Ming didn't know what he was really thinking, and just from hearing these words he thought that he meant that Xize could not come back alive.

So he thought about it and couldn't help but give Lu Huaiyuan a thumbs up.

"You're really good. This method is really mean."

Siming said this, leaning his head towards Lu Huaiyuan and asking mysteriously, "Hey, do you need me to arrange some plot and help you beat him up?"

Lu Huaiyuan: “…”

He naturally knew what Siming was thinking, so he rolled his eyes at him speechlessly.

"If you want to take this opportunity to retaliate, just say so. Don't pretend to be a good person under my guise."

Upon hearing this, Siming turned his head and looked around, his eyes wandering, but he didn't say anything.

Seeing his expression, Lu Huaiyuan naturally knew that he was right.

He smiled somewhat speechlessly, then said, "Don't say I didn't warn you, Heaven has already made arrangements for this matter."

"Be careful, don't get yourself into trouble in the end."

Lu Huaiyuan paused, then added, "Within the scope of your duties, know when to stop. Do you understand?"

He specifically emphasized the "scope of duty," and the people around him understood it instantly.

Siming smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I'll remember that. Thank you."

In response, Lu Huaiyuan raised his eyebrows and said nothing more.

Siming has been locked up by Xize for so long, what's wrong with letting out a little anger?

It won’t delay anything big, so why would anyone care about these trivial details?

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Seeing that Lu Huaiyuan didn't say anything, Siming next to him had a face full of gossip.

He reached out and poked Lu Huaiyuan, asking, "No, what exactly is Heaven's plan? Can you tell me?"

Lu Huaiyuan rolled his eyes at him and said, "Why are you still asking this? I think your injury is not serious."

Upon hearing this, Siming covered his heart with his hands and said sadly, "Lu Huaiyuan, I was injured because of you."

Hearing this, Lu Huaiyuan looked him up and down.

In fact, it wasn't really what he said, but what the other party said was indeed true.

But he felt that 50% of the reason was because of Sima Ming's bad mouth.

Toxic and harmful!

If he doesn't get beaten, who else will get beaten?

However, Lu Huaiyuan did not say this.

He just looked at Siming and replied nonchalantly, "So?"

"So," Siming waved his hands in the air a few times, "tell me about it in detail."

Lu Huaiyuan: “…”

Siming smiled and said, "Let's share the melon. Don't be so stingy."

Lu Huaiyuan rolled his eyes speechlessly, but still said: "It's nothing, it's just that the heavens told me to throw him into the small world to train."

Actually, it is called experience, but it is no different from suffering.

"It's that simple?"

Sima Ming tilted his head, and a series of question marks appeared on his forehead.

Lu Huaiyuan: "It's that simple."

Sima Ming expressed deep doubts about this.

He was puzzled and asked, "If that's the case, then why did you say he can't come back?"

Hearing this, Lu Huaiyuan curled his lips slightly and smiled meaningfully.

He said, "That's probably because Heaven sent someone to save him."

After hearing what Lu Huaiyuan said, Siming felt even more confused.

"Save?" He said, "What kind of rescue does Xize need..."

As if he thought of something, Siming paused abruptly.

His eyes suddenly widened, and he asked uncertainly, "Is that person the next Heavenly Sovereign chosen by Heaven?"

Lu Huaiyuan didn't say anything about this.

But his attitude clearly gave the answer.

Sima Ming took a deep breath and shook his head.

The contest between the current Heavenly King and the next Heavenly King is destined to have only one winner.

So it’s hard to say who will win.

Thinking of this, Sima Ming couldn't help but sigh twice.

But then, as if he had thought of something, he spoke again, "I'm not saying anything, but with Xize's obsession with you, it's probably going to be difficult for him to succeed."

"In that case, you let him go for nothing, didn't you?"

Hearing this, Lu Huaiyuan turned and looked at him.

But the look in his eyes was as if he was looking at a fool.

Lu Huaiyuan: "I didn't realize that you are really stupid and unique!"

"Tell me, if you use your brain, can you ask such a question?"

Siming was stunned for a moment, and after he came to his senses, he realized what a stupid question he had asked.

After all, Xize's ending seemed to be destined from the beginning.

And that small world is the cage that trapped him.

If he doesn't let go of his obsession, his soul will continue to weaken in repeated cycles until it completely dissipates.

If his obsession fades, then this net woven by the way of heaven will lock him tightly.

Unless he is a heartless person, his final outcome will be death.

Thinking of this, Siming couldn't help but sigh softly.

He said that with Lu Huaiyuan's petty and mean nature, how could he let Xize go so easily!

So you're waiting here!

Having to choose between two dead ends, how capable does the other party have to be to survive?

Thinking of this, Sima Ming subconsciously looked at Lu Huaiyuan.

Seeing that the other party still had an expressionless look, he couldn't help but shrug.

"No wonder!"

No wonder this person would say that Xize might not come back.

The so-called salvation of the Heavenly Dao is actually a strategy design, and Xize may not be able to break the deadlock.

The best outcome is that he can always keep his true heart and not be fooled by the other party's hypocrisy. This way, he may live longer.

As for the situation where Xize can counterattack the opponent and become the final winner, Siming only wants to say: Haha!

He had been writing novels for hundreds of thousands of years, but he never dared to make such a bold assumption.

After all, if the other party really had that ability, how could he have secretly loved Lu Huaiyuan for tens of thousands of years?

Don't be too outrageous!

Thinking of this, Siming couldn't help but exclaimed "Huh", and his whole body trembled.

Seeing that the expression on his face was changing like a paint palette had been overturned, Lu Huaiyuan couldn't help but give him a blank look.

"No, you've only been locked up for a few days, you..."

He said, tapping his head with his hand and continued, "That's the problem?"

Siming: “…”

You have a problem in your brain!

He was about to say something else when someone suddenly "strangled his fate by the throat".

All the words were stuck in my throat.

Lu Huaiyuan controlled the Zhaoming Sword, carried the person, and walked out.

Siming twisted his body and couldn't help but flutter a few times: "Lu Huaiyuan, put me down, I can walk by myself."

Lu Huaiyuan: "You're too slow."

Siming gritted his teeth: "I am the injured person, can you have a little sense of public morality?"

"Also, are you going to strangle me?"

After he finished speaking, seeing that Lu Huaiyuan remained silent, he started to rant again: "Who am I hurt like this for? You really have no conscience."

"Doesn't it hurt to see me like this?"

"How can I save my dignity if you do this?"

"Lu Huaiyuan, you..."

"You're a little noisy." Lu Huaiyuan glanced at him and spoke calmly.

Hearing him say this, Siming quickly covered his mouth with his hand.

snort!

What's the quarrel? Where is it going on?

Is it okay if he doesn't say anything anymore?

Sima Ming rolled his eyes at Lu Huaiyuan and couldn't help but want to curse him in his heart.

But he was an impatient person after all, so after being quiet for a while, he spoke again.

"Is this the space that Xize opened up? By the way, how did you find this place?"

Lu Huaiyuan ignored him.

Siming curled his lips: "You can say it if you want, or not. If you don't want to say it, forget it."

He paused, then asked, "I say, you took Xize away. Now that Tianjun is gone, what will happen to those things? Who will handle them?"

Lu Huaiyuan didn't ignore him this time, but said, "You are still here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sima Ming got furious.

"Lu Huaiyuan, I'm a wounded person, a wounded person! Do you still have any shame? You..."

Lu Huaiyuan: "Shut up, hurry up."

"If you keep on procrastinating, your little fairy servant will cry your Siming Palace to pieces."

When Sima Ming heard this, he immediately became interested.

"Little Immortal Servant?" he asked, "Who is it? Mu Cheng?"

Without waiting for the person beside him to answer, Siming said to himself: "That shouldn't be the case. He's not a crybaby!"

Lu Huaiyuan: “…”

He was speechless and rolled his eyes silently.

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After returning to the Tianjun Palace, Lu Huaiyuan used his divine power to send the person back to his residence.

Lu Huaiyuan's movements were so quick that even Siming was dazed for a moment.

When he looked up, he saw Mu Cheng running towards them.

Siming wanted to smile at him, but before the smile could bloom on his face, his feet were suddenly lifted off the ground.

Before Siming could react, Lu Huaiyuan threw him over.

When he 'throws', he really does throw!

Sima Ming was caught off guard and bumped headfirst into the person in front of him.

"hiss......"

Mu Cheng heard the voice and couldn't help but worry: "Xingjun, are you okay?"

Siming rubbed his nose, ignored him, and turned to look at Lu Huaiyuan.

"Mr. Lu, am I some dirty thing that you need to throw away so quickly?"

Lu Huaiyuan shrugged: "You said that yourself, it has nothing to do with me!"

Siming was furious: "You..."

Lu Huaiyuan ignored him and looked at Mu Cheng, saying, "I saved your Star Lord Siming for you."

Mu Cheng bowed and said, "Thank you for your hard work, sir."

Lu Huaiyuan waved his hand: "He was slightly injured, just take good care of him."

"I still have something to do, so I'll leave first."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Si Ming wanted to go up and say a few more words to him, but Mu Cheng covered his mouth and pulled him away.

Siming shook his head: "Wuwuwu..." Mu Cheng, let me go first.

Mu Cheng said: "Xingjun, you are injured. I will take you to the hospital for treatment first."

Siming: “Woo… Woo… Woo…” Wait, wait, let me go and scold him to death first!

Mu Cheng didn't understand what he meant, but nodded: "Yeah, Xingjun is right."

Siming: “…”

He rolled his eyes silently, but finally let the other person pull him away.

After entering the hall and being released, Siming wanted to complain a few words.

But when he looked up and met Mu Cheng's red eyes, all his words were stuck in his throat.

After a moment, Sima Ming couldn't help but sigh and rubbed his head.

"I'm fine, look how scared you are!"

As he spoke, he turned and gently pinched Mu Cheng's cheek: "Look at you, pitiful little thing, you are not going to cry, are you?"

Mu Cheng turned his head away and denied it: "No!"

His voice was not loud and was slightly choked with sobs, which made it obvious that he was hard to trust.

Siming raised an eyebrow: "Really? Really not?"

"But I don't believe it!"

He suddenly turned around and came in front of Mu Cheng, which scared him.

Mu Cheng blinked, a tear hanging in the corner of his eye, about to fall, looking so pitiful.

Siming's eyes turned slightly, and he said jokingly, "I heard that someone is about to cry my Siming Palace to pieces."

"I didn't believe it at first, but now it seems that it's not nonsense!"

He smiled and teased, "Little Mu Cheng, are you planning to change your name to Little Crybaby?"

"Hmm?" His tone rose slightly, and he reached out and scratched Mu Cheng's nose.

"No, no!" Mu Cheng's face flushed red upon hearing this, and he couldn't help but push him away: "Xingjun, you're going too far!"

Siming: “Hiss…”

He didn't check for a moment, and coupled with the fact that he was injured, he was pushed and staggered and almost fell.

Mu Cheng was startled and quickly reached out to support Si Ming.

He bit his lip, looking as if he had done something wrong: "I'm sorry, Xingjun."

"I forgot you were injured. Are you okay?"

Siming waved his hand: "It's okay, don't worry."

Lu Huaiyuan had previously given him some divine power, and because he cared about his image, he specially tidied himself up before coming out.

So much so that even he himself almost forgot that he was weak.

Siming touched his neck and felt a rare sense of shame.

Seeing that he looked guilty, Mu Cheng couldn't help but doubt the truthfulness of his words.

"Xingjun, are you hiding something from me?"

He lowered his eyes to look at Siming, his little face almost wrinkled into a ball.

"Are you seriously injured? Don't lie to me, you...you..." Are you about to die?

Mu Cheng sniffed, and it was difficult for him to say the rest of the words.

However, although he did not say it, Sima Ming still understood what he meant.