For two days in a row, the happy situation did not improve at all, and in desperation, Lao Ding Tou sent the happy to the ancient boss's wax museum.

At this time, in addition to being happy, the entire Jincheng guard turned up, and the protective shield of the defensive formation was the biggest reliance at the beginning, Lao Ding Tou didn't expect it to be broken so quickly, but now there is a gap, and someone must guard it.

Wei Wuji and Zhao Hai have been fighting bloodily for a long time, and the combat power of the younger generation can be truly brought into play at this time.

The two sides have faced each other with a few swords, and the disadvantage of the human race is somewhat obvious, but I don't know why, the demon race is still only harassing, and there is no tendency to attack in a big way.

This gave Lao Ding Tou a certain amount of respite, but the question of happiness is still the biggest problem at present.

Exhausted, the word is currently the most accurate way to describe the state of Lao Dingtou.

"He never woke up. ”

Lao Dingtou stayed by the happy bedside, waiting for Boss Gu's conclusion, and what made Lao Dingtou even more sad was that after Boss Gu looked up and down, he didn't speak.

If even he can't solve it, it is a sign that happiness is being pushed to the power of will little by little.

Not only is he happy to inherit the power of will, but the power of will also chooses to be happy, which is a two-way call, but at the same time, he is also happy that all the elders do not want to see it.

The gears of fate have not stopped for a moment, just like the life sign engraved on the Sansheng Stone, and the written content cannot be changed by a single word.

Lao Dingtou's thoughts or practices are no different from changing his life against the sky, as for whether he can really go against the sky, Lao Dingtou doesn't know, at least until the situation does not deteriorate, he always has to work hard.

Boss Gu was still expressionless, as if he had expected this situation a long time ago.

"This is his doom, and this child is not so much the chosen son as the son of doom. ”

"What do you mean?" asked the old man.

That is to say, the path of happiness deviates from the established track, and as soon as he does not return to the right path, he will be constantly reminded of all kinds of calamities. ”

Boss Gu glanced at Lao Ding's head, and there was blame in his eyes.

"It's an automatic correction of the law, and it means that you've been doing something wrong. ”

"What is right, is it right to send this child to die?" retorted the old man with a stiff neck.

Boss Gu sighed, in fact, he also felt that he shouldn't let Happy inherit the will, but the sequelae had already come, the first few times it could barely be explained, but just one attack shattered Kenshin, although it could also be prevaricated by coincidence, but Boss Gu thought that it was no longer necessary.

The problem has to be placed in front of us sooner or later, I didn't care about it before, it was everyone's tacit choice to postpone, but there must always be a limit to postponement, and it is impossible to push and push again and again without a shadow.

I believe that some people must have this kind of self-deception.

Boss Gu stared at Lao Dingtou, from the other party's eyes, he didn't see this emotion, Boss Gu sighed secretly, this generation of the human race is really ill-fated.

"Is there really no way?" the old man muttered with his head drooping his head, not daring to look up.

"Hmm. ”

The broken heart of the sword has a great impact on Happy, but Boss Gu didn't worry too much, at least, Happy still has the will power to support, the current set of cultivation system, and the completion of the will power is not a routine, even if it is scrapped, as long as it can successfully fuse the will power, it is only a matter of time before the happiness gets back on its feet.

But the problem now is that the human world group headed by Ding Yiming, especially the older generation, must collectively overcome the hurdle in their hearts.

Gao Rongen and Luo Xiaoyue, as biological parents, must have set the tone in favor of their son, but Gao Rongen must have taken the current situation into account when making his choice.

The one whose will power belongs to Xudu, now it seems that there is no sign of going beyond the limits of the law, so this question is easy to say, but difficult to say.

Within the Three Realms, all affairs must be done in accordance with the law, such as happiness, which has been passively accepting the consequences of acting against the heavens, is already predicting the outcome.

This result is not what everyone wants to see, and it will take at least 30 years to choose another path, and no one can say for sure what will happen in 30 years.

Again, this is a war between different planes, and whether or not they will survive is unknown, and they shouldn't be considered so much at all.

"If the sword heart is allowed to crumble and the spiritual power dissipates, the joy will become an ordinary person, but if he inherits the will, he still has thirty years. ”

When Boss Gu spoke up again, he had already made a choice, but it was useless for him to make a choice, the person in front of him actually couldn't make up his mind, but at least he was closer to Xing than himself.

This decision had to be made as soon as possible, because Boss Gu was not sure how much the impact of the shattered sword heart would have on the cultivators.

Lao Ding Tou was upset, pacing on the rooftop, the sound of footsteps was slightly louder, affecting the painter next to him, the painter at this time had been painting for a long time, and the heavy dark circles under his eyes were on his face.

He glanced at the old Ding Tou who kept turning in circles with some impatience, and then continued to immerse himself in the world of his drawing board, and the old Ding Tou noticed that this young man who had not made much noise, and took the initiative to approach the painter to see what he was doing.

When there were still four or five steps away from the drawing board, the painter suddenly stretched out his hand and tore it, and with a clatter, a crumpled white ball of paper flew to the feet of Lao Dingtou, who clearly saw a trace of mockery from the corner of the painter's eye, but surprisingly did not get angry, and left.

The sculptor looked at the old Ding Tou who was a little at a loss, and took the initiative to remind, "Sword cultivation condenses the sword heart, originally for the better stimulation of his own energy, the problem of the sword heart, to a certain extent, is caused by the problem in his own heart, I can understand your anxiety, but it is useless to be anxious, outsiders can't affect the deepest level of his heart at all, the reason why he is in the current state is that he has been in a state of self-distress and can't get out." ”

Seeing Lao Dingtou looking up at himself, the sculptor took a step forward, "Jian Xin, to a certain extent, represents the state of mind of Jian Xiu, the heart of the sword is broken, which means that the state of mind of happiness has been unstable, this situation is caused by himself, but the influence of external factors cannot escape the involvement, your side has been preventing him from inheriting the will, which is a big trouble for him." ”

Boss Gu's meaning has been clearly expressed, and the sculptor explained it again straightforwardly, in fact, Lao Dingtou really doesn't understand?

He knew it all, but he kept oscillating between giving and taking, happy to inherit the power of will, for now, what he desperately needed, and he felt that he was about to lose his power.

He needs to be happy to come back to the town, and the happiness at that time is already an existence that can be proud of everyone.

What Lao Ding didn't notice was that when he came to the wax museum with happiness and said a few words to Boss Gu, he had already subconsciously treated happiness as the heir of the chosen will, and the anxiety just now was just self-deception.

Lao Dingtou still paced back and forth, but his steps seemed much brisker, and the more and more obvious movements aroused the painter's disgust, and the pencil was slammed on the drawing board by him, and he raised his head and glared at Lao Dingtou with a pair of panda eyes.

Lao Ding was not angry at all in the face of the other party's anger, and once again put on an indecent smile on his face and approached the painter again, this time the painter did not block it, and the painting paper was cloudy, just like the current weather, if it were not for the existence of an awning, the roof would have been damp for a long time.

Lao Ding crossed his arms and stared, as if the painter could see something in his painting, but this position was held for less than ten seconds before he was interrupted by the sudden sound of the phone.

After putting down the phone, Lao Dingtou sighed, "I'll leave the happiness to you, alas, I'm a person, it's a hard life." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Boss Gu to answer, he pedaled downstairs and drove the car and left.

"Boss, if Xing Xing really inherits the power of will, he will not blame us?"

After the sculptor saw the old man leave, he asked in a low voice.

"This is his life, whether he complains or not, he will go through this after all. ”

Boss Gu replied lightly.

"Fate, fortune, fate. ”

The sculptor continued to mumble to himself, and the painter not far away glanced up at him, the pencil in his hand pressed against the paper two points deeper.