He fought and lost the battle, but did not hang his head at all, the so-called "victory is happy to lose and rejoice", just ask for a fight, fight tightly and thunder, then be satisfied, for the loss of win, but for all not lingering, it can be said that he won the "fighting road" of the samadhi, he raised his hand and said goodbye to the lightning wind, to the selfless true and false: "Third brother, I heard that the prince went to the Shengjiao Pavilion, there are many people there, there must be a fight, I will tease to go!

He was deeply afraid of missing the encounter of a half-time fight, and without waiting for an answer from the truth or falsehood of the self, he immediately rushed away!

The selfless truth and falsehood said: "Let's go, let's go! The skills are not as good as others, and the face is dull! After practicing for another ten years, we will lose all our essence! It is better to give up and eat all the light!"

Groan loudly, go away, but lose in style!

Master Piaoxiang said to Tian Tian Ganfeng and Ruyu: "Third brother, fourth brother is gone, but where are we going to find him?"

Tian Tian Ganfeng bowed his head and said, "Here the Holy Soul teaches them to discuss serious matters, let's go back to Jinshui Realm City and talk about it!"

Turning his head to Lightning Blast, he said, "Lightning Sect Master, the three of us are leaving!"

Lightning Storm nodded, "Three of you!"

In the Eastern Head Holy Soul Sect, an elegant-looking Holy Soul Sect suddenly walked out, and said with a straight face: "Sect Leader, the revenge of the tragic death of the Qilin Deputy Sect Master has not yet been avenged, how can the sect leader let the enemy go casually?"

These few words seem to be quite polite, but the look is so aggressive, and there is no subordinate courtesy at all!

Lightning Swift Wind said: "We came to Tianjiao Country to avenge the second brother of the Qilin! But in the past few days, I have investigated in many ways, and I feel that the murderer of the second brother of the Qilin may not be Zhou Gongzi!"

The middle-aged Holy Soul Leader's name was Pretending to be 13, nicknamed "Ghost Eye Rotten Confucian", he was resourceful, physically strong, and was the leader of the Eight Packs of Sect whose status was second only to the Sixteen-Hall Master in the sect, and was in charge of the "Demon Slaying Division", and asked: "What did the sect leader see and see?"

Master Piaoxiang, Tian Tian Ganfeng, and Ruyu were about to leave, when they suddenly heard someone in the Holy Soul Sect mention Zhou Wushuang, and the three of them were extremely concerned about Zhou Wushuang, so they stepped aside and listened quietly!

I only heard the lightning wind say: "I'm just guessing, and I can't come up with any evidence!"

Pretending to be 13: "I don't know how the sect leader guesses, my subordinates want to know!"

Lightning and wind: "When I was in Jiaogu, I heard that the second brother of the Qilin died under the immortal technique of 'binding the throat and catching the Jiao hand', and I immediately remembered the words of the Lingshui Zhou family's 'Shenjian Zhou, shining on all things", and thought about the second brother of the Qilin 'binding the throat and the Jiao hand' There is no match in the world, except for the Zhou family, no one else can hurt him with the second brother of the Qilin itself!"

Pretending to be 13: "Not bad!"

Lightning Storm said: "But in recent days, I feel more and more that our previous thoughts may not be true, and there may be other twists and turns in between!"

Pretending to be 13: "All the brothers are willing to hear the details, please enlighten the master!"

Seeing that his words were not good, and he noticed that the spirit of the Worry-Free Sect was very different, there must have been a major change in the sect, and asked, "Where are the two hall masters of the Sect of Transmission and Law Enforcement?"

Pretending to be 13: "My subordinates haven't seen the two hall masters today!"

Lightning Storm asked again, "Where are the leaders of the four sects, including the Green Pheasant, the Green Smoke, the Green God, and the Green Ghost?"

Outfit 13 turned his head sideways to a seven-pack disciple in the northwest corner and asked, "Thunder Wind, why didn't your sect leader come?"

The long-wrapped disciple said, "Uh-huh-I don't know!"

The Lightning Wind knew that the Demon Slaying Sect Leader was scheming for 13 years, and he was able to do things, and he was originally a very capable subordinate under his command, but at this time, he was trying to become chaotic, but he became an extremely powerful enemy, seeing that the seven-pack disciple Thunder Wind had a shameful face, he spoke heavily, and he didn't dare to look at himself, and shouted: "Thunder Wind, you have dominated the sect master, haven't you?"

Thunder Feng was frightened, and hurriedly said: "No, no! Where is Sect Master Fang's good manners, he is not dead, he is not dead! This--this is none of my business, he didn't do it for me!"

Lightning Blaster snapped, "So who did it for?"

This sentence is not very loud, but it is full of Lawei's big head! Thunder Wind couldn't help but tremble, and his eyes looked towards Dress 13!

"It's not a good unicorn, is it?" Zhou Bo grinned. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info "It's like dying in a chariot."

It's the best horse I could find, though.

One day I will tell you where and how I stole it, how I stole it, and how I almost ate it.

For nothing else, it was out of loyalty to you that I became a unicorn thief at this critical stage in my career - stealing such a precious unicorn.

Okay, let me help you into the car. “

He took the lamp from her hand and placed it on the ground.

The front seat of the unicorn is just a narrow crystal plate that straddles the bezel on either side. Zhou Bo picked up his clumsy body and put it on the crystal plate.

Clumsy secretly thought, how good it would be to be a strong man like Zhou Bo, she tucked her wide skirt under her thighs and sat upright.

Now that Zhou Bo is by her side, she is not afraid of anything, the sound of the explosion, no matter the firelight, even the southerners, are not afraid.

He climbed into the car, sat down in the seat next to Clumsy, and lifted the reins.

"Now, wait!" she exclaimed. "I forgot to lock the door in front of me!" he burst out laughing, shaking the reins and striking the unicorn on the back.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Laugh at you—you're going to lock the Southerners out of the door!"

As he spoke, the unicorn was already moving forward slowly, reluctantly.

The lamp on the sidewalk continued to shine, and the pale golden circle of light it spread was getting smaller and smaller, and they were far away.

Zhou Bo drove the slow-moving unicorn from Lingshu Street to the west, and the unicorn cart staggered down a rutted path, interrupting a weakly muffled moan.

Above them were staggered glow-in-the-dark spirit branches, flanked by silent houses in the glow of the night, and white hedge-stakes that glowed faintly like a row of tombstones.

The road was narrow and dark, like a pathway, but a little red sky light faintly penetrated from the leafy canopy, reflecting one night after another like ghosts.

The smell of fireworks grew stronger, and the blazing breeze brought a chaotic tumult, cries, and the sluggish rumble of heavy military vehicles and the firm footsteps of troops marching from the city center.

Zhou Bo shook the reins and let the unicorn turn into another lane, when another deafening explosion was heard, and clouds of flames and luminous smoke as large as meteor fireworks rose violently from the west.

"That must be the last Arms Jiao steam wagon," Zhou Bo said calmly. "Why didn't they get it out this morning, you idiots! It's hard for us now.

I would have liked to walk through the city center so that we could avoid the fire and the mob on Wojiaotan Street and go to the puffer fish city safely.

But if we have to cross Soul Spring Street somewhere, and the explosion is near Soul Spring Street, unless I'm wrong. ”

"We—do we have to go through the fire zone?" asked the clumsy trembling.

"It's too late to avoid it, if we run quickly," Zhou Bo said, and suddenly ran out of the car and disappeared into a glow-in-the-dark courtyard.

He returned with a small spirit twig in his hand and whipped the scarred unicorn on the back with it.

The brute had to stattle to his feet, panting and running with great difficulty, and the unicorn cart swayed and jolted, and the people in the cart swayed back and forth like popcorns.

The baby was crying, and Kiki and Don Quixote were crying because their noses and faces were swollen from touching the unicorn's tailgate, but they were silent.

As they approached the Soul Purifying Spring Street, the crystal of the Spirit Trees on both sides was sparse, and the tall flames roared over the buildings, engulfing the streets and houses into a raging light as bright as day, throwing huge shadows like broken sails on a sunken ship spinning wildly in the gale.

Clumsy teeth were fighting in the ground, but she was so scared that she didn't even feel it herself. She was chilling and shivering, and even the fire that almost burned her face didn't do anything.

It was hell, she was already stuck in it, and if she could control her trembling knees, she would have run out of the car screaming and running back from the glow-in-the-dark road she had just come, and would go back to Aunt Saltyfish's house to hide.

She cowered and leaned closer to Zhou Bo, grabbed his arm with trembling hands, and looked up at him, hoping that he could say something, give her a little confidence, and give her a little comfort.

His dark silhouette was brightly illuminated by the evil red light, like a head cast on an ancient coin, so beautiful, cruel, and decadent.

He turned his head at her touch, his eyes shining with a frightening glow like fire.

To the dumb one, he seemed cheerful and contemptuous, as if he were enjoying the present situation with great pleasure, as if he liked the hell on earth that they were facing.

"Here," he said, reaching for a long-barreled pistol on his belt.

"If someone, whether it's a luminous person or an insect spirit, as long as he walks over to you and tries to catch this unicorn, you will shoot him, and then reason with him later. But don't beat this precious unicorn to death in a moment of excitement. ”

"I—I have a pistol, too," she whispered, clutching the weapon in her skirt pocket, almost completely convinced that she would be too frightened to pull the trigger if death came to her.

"Where did you really come from?"

"It's air-packed. ”

"Gas-packed?"

"Yes, my husband. ”

"Have you really ever had a husband, dear?" he whispered, chuckling softly.

If only he had hurried! If only he had been serious!

"Then how do you think I have a child?" she cried viciously.

"Well, there's another way, it doesn't have to be a husband. ”

"Shut your mouth and run faster, okay?" but he suddenly grabbed the reins, for it was almost on Soul Spring Street, and the unicorn cart stopped next to a warehouse that had not yet burned down.

"Hurry up!" was the only word in her heart, hurry up!

"There are GIs," he said.

Among the burning buildings on both sides, a group of soldiers walked along the Pure Soul Spring Avenue with marching steps, looking very tired, their heads bowed, their rifles casually on their backs.

It seems that he can't run fast, and he doesn't even care about the collapsed beams and pillars on the left and right sides from time to time and the smoke billowing around him. They were all dressed in tatters, and it was difficult to distinguish officers and soldiers, except for the occasional "Confederate Army" emblem pinned to some of their tattered caps.

Many were barefoot, and some had dirty bandages around their heads or arms.

They walked one after another, without a glance from either side, and all the way in silence, like a band of ghosts, if it were not for the sound of firm footsteps.

"Look at them carefully," said Zhou Bo in a mocking tone, "so that you may tell your grandchildren in the future that you have seen the retreat of the rearguard of this glorious cause." “

She suddenly hated the others, and for a time the hatred of him outweighed the fear, and she even felt that fear was secondary and small.

She understood that her safety and that of the few people in the back seat of the unicorn depended on him, and only on him. But she hated his mocking attitude towards the ragged troops.

She thought of the deceased Angry Bag and the Dream Jiao, who may no longer be alive, and all the merry, handsome young men who were rotting in the shallow graves, and forgot that she herself had taken them for fools. She was speechless, but her eyes burned with hatred and disgust as she stared at him viciously.

The last soldier walked over, a little man in the back row, his rifle butt dragging all the way to the ground, he staggered, and stopped to stare at his partner in front of him. His dirty face was like a sleepwalker.

Expressionless from exhaustion, he was as short as clumsy, almost as tall as his gun, and his filthy face had no beard at all.

It seems that he is at most 16 years old, and he thinks stupidly that he must be from the village group, and maybe he is still a schoolboy who has escaped.

As she looked at it, the child's knees slowly bent and finally fell into the dust. Two men in the back row walked back to the child without a sound, one of them was a tall, thin man with a luminous beard, who lifted the gun in his hand and the child and carried it on his shoulder, with an easy gesture like a veteran in this trade.

He walked slowly behind the retreating group, his shoulders drooping slightly from carrying the child crosswise, but the child, though weak, screamed like a naughty boy who had been annoyed by an older man: "You damned fellow, let me go, let me go!"

The bearded man ignored him and carried him on, and soon disappeared at the bend in the road.

Zhou Bo sat there quietly looking at the team in front of him, and the reins in his hand were relaxed.

A look of curiosity appeared on the swarthy nightly face.

At this moment, with the sound of the collapse of the beams next to them, Clumsy saw a flame rising on the roof of the warehouse next to them.

Then, flames of joy soared into the sky like flags large and small.

The smoke stung her nostrils, and Don Quixote and Kiki the deer were already coughing, and even the little baby was sneezing softly.

"Now, my God, Zhou Bo! You're crazy, hurry up, hurry up!"

Zhou Bo didn't say anything, but just took the spirit branch and whipped it the unicorn's back, causing the beast to jump forward in fright, and then carried them staggering across the Soul Purifying Spring Street at the highest speed.

In front of them was a tunnel of fire, and the buildings on both sides were burning—the narrow short street that led to the tracks of the Huojiao steam car. (To be continued.) )