When Hu Tian heard this, he couldn't help but tremble, goosebumps stood up all over his body, as if he had been drenched by winter ice and snow from the top of his head, and he couldn't even control his speech, he trembled and said, "I really didn't misread you."

This kind of talk is never casual for Hu Tian, just because there are few people in this world who can make him sincerely admire.

The angel was standing in place now, but he didn't seem to hear anything, he didn't seem to even look at Hu Tian, his deep eyes slowly panned to the distant sky.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Hu Tian also followed his gaze in great confusion, looking into the distance, and couldn't see what the angel was looking at for a long time.

But it was not easy to interrupt, he looked at the angel again, and saw that the angel's eyes seemed to be swirled with mist, and the vast sky was all reflected in his bottomless autumn pupils.

Like the ripples of autumn water, Hu Tian looked at this mysterious ripple, and in a trance, he seemed to see the scene in the eyes of the angel.

The spectacle was not only magnificent but also magnificent, not only exciting, but also thought-provoking.

He seemed to see the future in the eyes of the angels.

Imagination alone is enough to make people excited, how fascinating! In this great era, if you are lucky enough to participate in the future, it means that you will definitely have a place on the supreme world map.

From ancient times to the present, hundreds of millions of years have been told, and only a few have survived, and they can be counted with their fingers.

No matter how bloody history is, it will tell you a common sense, and no one will know this common sense, that is, no matter how many millions of people compete, it will eventually become a situation of lonely souls and wild ghosts, which means that very few people can stay in the end.

Because there are only a few people in this world who can be canonized as gods, most mortals have been trapped all their lives by some trivial affliction, and they have never thought how low and unworthy such afflictions are.

When you are suddenly enlightened, your life has come to an end.

On the contrary, if there is no you in the future, then no matter how dazzling you are now, even if you are the king of heaven, you can only shout like a roadside vendor and then pack up the bed and leave.

Because this kind of role that is not up or down is usually reserved for clowns, who are not owned by the future and will not be remembered by the past.

For the sake of this wonderful scenery that can drive people crazy, the sacrifice is worth it.

Hu Tian stared at it in a daze, the corners of his mouth drooled, he didn't know that the angel had already left, and when he left, he whispered in his mouth: "On such a special day as today, he will definitely come."

Along the main road to the west, there is a gray mass grave, and if it were not for the embellishment of the grave grass, I am afraid that this place would be isolated by the climate of the four seasons.

Everything seems to be isolated from the world.

The stones on the road have been stretched here, but there are not even half pedestrians before, what day is today, today is actually not a day, "April 13", the angel muttered quietly.

That is, about twenty years ago today, there was a shocking Armageddon here: the dragon and the ghost sword, the most tragic confrontation in the history of Shura.

Long Teng became a legend with this battle, but the peerless swordsman who was the most famous at the time was never heard from again.

This duel also indirectly led to the prosperity of the original people, and the beautiful scenery of the small garden village became a ruin overnight, and the five miles radius here was severely damaged by the sword qi of the two, and more than 40 people in the whole village were all killed.

So no matter what time it is, even if it's the Qingming Festival, you can't find even half a figure here, Xiaoyuanzhuang seems to have disappeared from this world overnight, no one will remember them, everything about this place has been slaughtered, it can be said unceremoniously that this is the most inhumane destruction.

Of course, he will not have any mercy for this kind of destruction of the angel, let alone any interest in it, so why is he here today?

Today is April 13th, and those who don't come to the Qingming Festival may be able to wait for such a person today.

There is a desolation of ruins and broken walls all around, no matter who stays here for a while, his face will not be too good-looking, especially when the demonic wind blows with the yellow sand, he will be gray-headed.

Angel's face was also clean, it seemed that he could wait a little longer, he rubbed his eyes, looked lightly at the corner that had been blown by the wind and sand just now, and said lightly: "Senior, I'm sorry to disturb you."

"Angel, I didn't expect you to reach this point", a burly middle-aged man walked out, and as he walked over, he scattered the fluttering pieces of paper into the air.

Angel smiled faintly: "If it weren't for these dark money scattered in the wind to betray you, I wouldn't have been able to find out anyway."

Pieces of paper like snowflakes were still flying and spinning in mid-air, and this rather burly body suddenly slowly muttered: "Old ghost, it seems that even if you die, you won't be able to get peace, why did I, Ouyang Qian, make such a friend of yours."

Seeing that Ouyang Qian didn't mean to talk to him, Angel Ci walked over by himself.

"Senior Ouyang, junior has no intention of disturbing you", there was no rudeness in the tone of the angel, nor was there any fear and hesitation.

"Then what are you doing here", Ouyang Qian once again threw the dark money into the air, and the angel stared firmly at his hand.

"The younger generation is idle, so come and take a walk."

"So you're running to the pile of dead people for fun", Ouyang Qian seemed to be very unaccustomed to him, but it was only verbal.

"Hehe, in addition to entertainment, the younger generation also wants to borrow something from the seniors", when he said this, the voice of the angel was like a lion who had strayed into a herd, neither panicked nor arrogant.

Ouyang Qian didn't hear what he meant, and completely scattered the money in his hand as usual, turned back to stare at the angel and said, "You borrow it from me...... What do you want to borrow?"

The angel said slowly: "There is nothing, I just want to borrow the head of the seniors."

Ouyang Qian glared at him like a fierce beast, and his nostrils spewed out: "You?"

Angel Ci still said indifferently: "Senior Ouyang, of course the junior knows that it is not wise to do it with you, so ......."

Ouyang Qian looked at him coldly and said, "I know, I know, you are for him."

Angel's face had slowly turned black, and the demonic wind around him was blowing unscrupulously with dust, and he sighed: "Senior Ouyang, I can't help it, I can't help but do it for the sake of that adult."

Ouyang Qian snorted and said, "It turns out that you have long known that I am at odds with Long Teng."

Angel half-pursed his lips and said: "As long as you see the friends made by your seniors, you will naturally know everything, but your friends seem to be out of breath."

Ouyang Qian was instantly furious and said: "You dare to insult him, if you want my head, you can come and get it", as he spoke, he suddenly swung out a punch and slammed it on the chest of the Angel, and the Angel took a punch tightly, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but his appearance did not have the slightest panic, but showed a strange smile, he smiled very reverently, covered his chest and said: "Sure enough, he is worthy of the previous generation of grandmasters."