There was still light left, the lights on the train were not turned on, Sith and the old farmer were pulling around, as a blood clan who had lived for centuries, he could drive an airplane and grow the land, and he was involved in all kinds of things, and the old farmer took him as a confidant in a few words. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But he had no idea what was in his hands at the moment.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm going to the bathroom. ”

As the train was about to enter the tunnel, the Sith, who had no perspective, stood up like an unpredictable prophet, looked at the old farmer road with an apologetic face, and then walked into the aisle.

"Hey, it's good to settle in the city, it's different. ”

The old peasant was very simple, but before he could finish speaking, his eyes were dark.

"Oops, it's in the tunnel. ”

The old farmer's road, the sound of the wind mixed with the sound of the railroad tracks in the dark, and he could barely hear what he was saying.

The darkness obscured the eyes, the noise covered the ears, the tunnel was not long, it only took five or six seconds from the entry of this carriage into the tunnel to the exit of this carriage, and when the light returned, the old farmer smelled a smell of burning dead leaves.

"What's scorching?"

The old farmer looked around, but he found nothing.

All he could see was Sith leaning on the back of his chair in the aisle, moving cautiously, as if he was also haunted by the darkness just now.

Sensing the old man's gaze, Sith smiled apologetically and complained a little about the 'ill-timed' tunnel.

No one noticed that one of the suitcases in the carriage above the seat had opened slightly, and a black corner of the garment had swayed through the leak.

Sith walked all the way into the toilet with the back of his chair, and his every move seemed to be no different from that of a normal person.

While it was convenient for the Sith to go out, Emily took out a small vanity case from her bosom, and the Sith went to the toilet at the front of the carriage, and she looked at the back of the carriage through the mirror on the vanity case.

What the Sith did in the darkness didn't hide from Emily's eyes.

"This guy ...... I forgot to spray 'perfume' again, this smell will soon attract more 'tails', it seems that I am determined to kill ......?"

Emily frowned, the smell of 'burned dead leaves' in the eyes of the old farmer was actually the breath of the Bloods when they were killed by a silver weapon, or rather, the smell of ashes.

The blood clan is immortal, but once killed, then the deceased will not have even a fingernail left.

Emily knew that there would never be just three 'tails' on this car, and she was ready for battle.

……

"Tracked down, the Daywalker has boarded the train to northern Shaanxi. ”

The Sith's attack was not indecisive, but as soon as he was followed, his whereabouts had already been reported back to the Blood's dignitaries.

"What tricks is this daywalker going to play at this time?"

The dignitaries discussed, and their reasoning kept going in a bad direction.

"Looking to the west, I'm afraid the Daywalker wants to visit the last place where the True Ancestor was last seen before he was sealed!"

"This son can be punished!"

"Notify the locality, catch the Daywalker and his sister no matter what!

The tone of the dignitaries was more and more ruthless, but no matter which of them was at this moment, they couldn't pull away.

They were gathered in a secret room, and the floor of the secret room was carved with a huge six-pointed star, and they sat in a circle, guarding Lin Ming at the center of the six-pointed star.

Traces of blood-red energy continued to overflow from their bodies, flowing into Lin Ming's body along the lines of the six-pointed star.

If you want to make some big moves in the Heavenly Dynasty, if you want to contend with those cultivation forces, if you want to fight with the masters, even if they move the entire power of the blood clan, they can't do it.

There are too many things that can restrain the Bloodline, and the fatal wound of the Bloodline is that there is no cutting-edge master.

If there is no master, then make a master out.

"Focus, your blood can be messed up and uneven, three-six-nine, change people. ”

Lin Ming, who was sitting on the six-pointed star, opened his eyes and said coldly.

His eyes were already black.

"Yes!"

Seeing this, everyone hurriedly responded, and the three people who were sitting at three o'clock, six o'clock, and nine o'clock in Linming at the same time sat up slowly, and three people suddenly took their positions behind them.

The influx of blood energy could not be broken, and the balance of the formation could not be messed up, so everyone closed their mouths and concentrated on infusing energy.

Lin Ming closed his eyes again, and his body was like a bottomless pit absorbing the blood energy contributed by all the important members of the blood clan.

"It's not enough, hunt again tonight, and now the strength of this seat still hasn't reached the peak of the past. ”

Lin Ming said.

"Yes!"

The people answered.

"Don't worry about the daywalker, this seat has its own plans. ”

Lin Ming suddenly thought of something and added.

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There was no story that night, at least not in the mountains where the orphans lived.

If you have to say that there is a story, then it is just a very ordinary story of 'the hermit does not meet', but since it is 'not met', then where does the story come from?

Wang Fugui stayed awake all night, he took a full three people to go up the mountain in the dark this time, he thought that he could meet Mo Xie again with the night dance sword, but he found that Mo Xie was not in the mountain at all.

It only took half an hour to go up and down the mountain, but when he got a glimpse of this information, he didn't close his eyes all night.

He wasn't scared, he wasn't frustrated, but what haunted him that night was an emotion called 'excitement'.

In fact, he himself can't say why he is excited, and it is difficult for him to summarize his excitement without time and conditions to receive systematic education.

He just thought of a picture:

Mo Xie went out to have something to do, because he didn't know when he would be able to return, so he passed on the cultivation method to his apprentice - Lan Xin, and he, Wang Fugui, after making a series of arrangements and calculations, took the cultivation method from Lan Xin's hands, and since then he has been practicing diligently day and night, at least a few months, at most a few years, and a strong man will emerge in the Heavenly Dynasty......

Yes, he started daydreaming, but when he left the bomb shelter again in the middle of the night to relieve himself, he found that he was not the only one who couldn't sleep.

"Yo, isn't this Xiao Hei? Why, don't you sleep in the middle of the night and get up to practice?"

Wang Fugui saw the black boy standing outside the cave in a sheltered place, he seemed to be walking on a horse, but his eyes were staring straight at the mountain, and there seemed to be a sense of longing in his eyes - to put it bluntly, this look can be described as 'greed'.

He was greedy, and there were only two existences worth remembering in the mountains.

Mo Ye's kung fu, Lan Xin's people.

Wang Fugui felt that the black boy was thinking about both at the same time.

"You're up peeing again? Tonight seems to be too often. ”

Heizai was not frightened by Wang Fugui who suddenly appeared, the night here was very quiet, and Heizai heard his footsteps before Wang Fugui walked out of the cave.

"Xiao Hei, do you dare to go up the mountain with me?"

Wang Fugui didn't answer Blackboy's question, just as Blackboy ignored Wang's previous question, because neither he nor Blackboy wanted to say such unnutritious words this night.