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The monstrous hatred was lost quickly, Ye Zangguang lost his mind, and directly swung his short stick and smashed it into the stone sword in front of his chest. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 With a wailing buzz, the stone sword shattered, and the Qi of Heaven Destroying was directly absorbed by the short stick, and Ye Zangguang fell heavily to the ground.

There was no time to think about everything, Ye Zangguang endured the pain in his heart and ran back to Shangguan Yanran, tied the soft body tightly in his arms and muttered: "Zhutian is dead, heaven and earth are connected, but is this really the end?" Even if it should be our common destination, why should you have it to yourself...... I'll take you there, and if you can wake up, we'll go all over the world together, and if you can't, I'll keep you until you're old. As he spoke, Ye Zangguang raised his head and looked at the spring green in the distance.

The mirage space has long been fragmented because of the lack of Shangguan Yanran's maintenance, Ye Zangguang returned to the ninth layer with Yanran in his arms, how to go to the layer of Chunsheng? Ye Zangguang was a little helpless, and walked through the entire town in a daze, without the slightest clue.

found a house with less damage, gently placed Yanran on the ground, and Ye Zangguang sat next to him to recall the past.

From Zhu Tian's performance, it can be seen that he doesn't know that this heaven and earth tomb has nine floors, and he should have never gone out here. With his ability and ambition, hasn't he thought of leaving here after all these years? This is a bit of a stretch, but why is this so? One possibility is that there is something he has nostalgia here, and the degree of nostalgia is far greater than anything else in the world; There is also a possibility that there is something here that he is afraid of, and if he doesn't have this thing, it is better to go out than to ascend to heaven. Whatever the possibility, you have to find his home first, or where he stays on weekdays......

Thinking of this, Ye Zangguang looked at Shangguan Yanran, only glanced at it and couldn't bear to look at it again, took out the short stick and put it in Yanran's arms, and said, "It has never left me, and it will not leave me, now I can rest assured when I put it with you." After saying that, he rushed out of the house without looking back.

He took out the dark red Nine Shadows from his bosom, and searched for it while not letting go of any clues that might appear or had appeared. Zhu Tian was the leader of the boundary gate before his death, and the place where he lived must not be bad, unless he changed his sex after death and began to live a life of pigs and dogs...... With this concept in mind, Ye Zangguang first focused on the glorious architecture.

After going around for a whole circle, I found that the space on the ninth floor is not very large, and the whole is a nearly circular shape, and there is no very eye-catching building. Ye Zangguang, who had not found anything, was still walking aimlessly, and suddenly stopped at a certain moment.

How could Zhu Tian like to live in such a dilapidated place? Ye Zangguang closed his eyes and tried to recall every word that Zhu Tian had said, and the voice that could not be dispersed for a long time continued to echo in his head until he ......

"Haha! Home is right in front of you, two little guys, let's go home first! ”

This is not his gate, but his home, or rather his childhood home. How could this be the case in his home? It's like having been sacked!

Ye Zangguang suddenly opened his eyes, and Zhu Tian's words echoed in his ears again.

“…… What kind of bullshit dare to be the enemy of Lao Tzu, let me kill you in your house? That's Lao Tzu's favorite! ”

It must be like this, it seems that there is no such thing as nostalgia, and the whole home is the place where Zhutian is nostalgic, and he can't make a home with his ability. There was something he was so afraid of, what could it be?

Ye Zangguang searched carefully again, even the corners of each house. The hard work paid off, and finally in a corner of one of the most dilapidated houses, I saw something, it was a knife, and some rusty spots had grown on it. Half of the entire knife was inserted into the ground, Ye Zangguang slowly stretched out his hand and grabbed the handle of the knife, and everything around him suddenly changed.

In the dark night, a few barking dogs quickened the pace of doom, and a black-clothed and masked man came here, and saw people kill people, and killed dogs, men and women, young and old, and a woman put a boy who seemed to be only a few years old into the stove, and pressed the pot on the child's body, and the blood oozing from the child's body was mixed with the green ash at the bottom of the pot and the yellow mud in the hearth. The boy didn't dare to cry, because a person slashed his dearest person with a knife, and saw his parents both falling in a pool of blood, and a strange red light appeared in the boy's eyes, just like the fire in the original hearth, staring at the person's back, and when everything became calm, and the whole family was as silent as death, the boy used all his strength to overturn the pot and crawled out of the stove with difficulty.

Stepping on the ground barefoot, the sticky blood knocked the boy down several times, and the last time he got up and lay down next to his mother, he was already covered in blood.

Looking at his mother, the boy wanted to throw himself into his mother's arms, but he saw the knife, the one that was impartially piercing his heart. The boy's eyes were filled with fear, and a sound of horror that should not have belonged to his age came out, cold and poignant, wandering among the dozens of houses of the family but no one responded......

Ye Zangguang withdrew his hand and rubbed the sweat on his palms on his pants. I thought to myself: this boy should be Zhu Tian, and this knife is a nightmare that he will not get rid of even if he dies. He came here, then these houses, everything here should be unrealistic. The Heaven and Earth Tomb is so big, how can it fit so much? But this knife is real, and whether it can get out or not is all on this knife, but I don't know......

Ye Zangguang turned around the knife with questions, looked up and down, and didn't see what the problem was, forcibly splicing the knife and the exit in one place, it was indeed a bit absurd. He closed his eyes and held the knife again, avoiding the sad scene and began to pull it out hard, but the result was that he did not move.

It seems that this is not the solution, Ye Zangguang sat on the ground dejectedly, staring at the knife and thinking: This knife is not too badly corroded, it seems to be the situation of more than ten years, but how did this house become dilapidated? Broken House ...... Rusty knives...... Ye Zangguang seemed to have grasped something, and thought about it again uncertainly, suddenly slapped his thigh, and shouted: "That's it!" ”

Ye Zangguang, who wanted to understand everything, first turned back to the place where Shangguan Yanran was, the wound on his chest was no longer bleeding, he felt his pulse, and it was still beating, but it was very weak, and there was still a lot of heat between his noses.

It seems that we have to speed up a bit, and it is unknown how long Yanran's current situation can last......

Thinking of this, Ye Zangguang first walked around this room twice, found some wooden sticks, ran out and searched from room to room, and finally found some tools, and finally couldn't wait to run back to the previous room again.

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