It's late...

Standing on the ruins of the unfinished gunpowder, Qin Tian was stunned for a moment. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

His whole heart was confused.

Shouldn't it be a threshold here? Shouldn't it be a tall threshold that I couldn't cross when I was a child? How did it become an obstacle that I couldn't overcome?

Shouldn't this broken half of the mirror be hanging from the door frame? How did it end up on the ground? In this way, can it still bless its own home?

And this door, the uncleaned vegetables in the basket are still there, and even the dew and mist in the early morning are still there? What about the guy who sits and picks vegetables?

What about people?!!

Qin Tian lay on the ruins of his home like crazy, and his ten fingers quickly dug like a groundhog.

Entrance, vestibule, back room, backyard.

Stripped of the familiar and unfamiliar roof building materials on the surface, all the arrangements are still the same, why did they suddenly fall empty and collapse?

There were still wisps of bloody and demonic qi in the air, and Qin Tian's last bit of clarity was all on his sense of smell.

Digging away the ruins and ruins on his room, Qin Tian only saw a pool of red.

There was no need to explore, no need to smell and smell, just that touch of red made Qin Tian understand in an instant.

The intimate relationship inherited in the bloodline made Qin Tian feel pain both physically and mentally.

It was as if all the blood in that place was flowing from itself, and if it really came from itself, how nice it would be.

Qin Tian's face was tingling, the corners of his eyes tingled, and pale red tears poured down.

His eyes were cracking, and the capillaries in his eyes burst one by one under the eyes of death.

The pale red tears of blood finally turned bright red, dripping down on the dust, mixing with the puddle on the ground.

"Why? Why!!! ”

Qin Tian wailed, his head seemed to be pierced into a hundred and ten thick steel needles at the same time, he was dizzy for a while, half of his body shook, he staggered, and he fell to the spot.

Half of the craggy broken wall pressed against his forehead, drawing a narrow wound on his face, and blood beads spilled, gathered, and dripped rapidly.

Qin Tian didn't feel anything else, he passed out completely.

The neighbors were pulled out by the loud sound of the house collapsing, and when they heard the incomprehensible shout, they got goosebumps, and the whole person shivered several times.

"What's wrong with the old Qin family?"

"Why did the house collapse?"

"Didn't Mulan say that Xiaotian brought a girlfriend back? Or tell us to go to dinner in the evening? What about people? ”

"That, who is that?"

"It's weird."

On the shore of the Post City Lake, a young man with long hair flying and a close-fitting black dress came slowly, and a sword box on his back rattled.

"Let's go back," Reverse Blade stood at Qin Tian's 'doorstep' and said softly to the neighbors.

The neighbors looked at the reverse blade with faint eyes, nodded in a daze, and returned to their home without saying a word.

Looking at Qin Tian who was lying on the broken wall, he sighed with a wail, "I'm late." ”

After saying that, he didn't plan to wake up Qin Tian, the black robe was put down in one fell swoop, and he was actually like Qin Tian, sitting cross-legged on the broken bricks and tiles on the ground.

With a gesture of his hand, the sword light came out of his sleeve, obscuring all curious eyes.

When the sun flew over most of the sky and the sun was setting, Qin Tian coughed sharply and opened his eyes in confusion.

Not a dream.

Seeing the back of the reverse blade in front of him, looking at the huge and delicate sword box, Qin Tian didn't say anything, swallowed a mouthful of spitting with a fishy sweet taste, and continued to dig.

The blood of the seal did not wrap around his hand, and he did not use any of the printing techniques. Qin Tian used a pair of simple hands, and with his slender and white ten fingers, he inserted them straight into the hard soil of the bricks.

The fingertips were already broken, and there were many wounds on the palms, a layer of blood had not dried, and a new layer had been covered, and it was stained with dirty dust.

Combined with his wooden face, the dirty blood on his face, and the terrible narrow wounds, he was almost like a mentally ill person who had just been beaten.

Bite!

I don't know what he dug up, Qin Tian paused.

He gently and slowly brushed away the dirt in that place, and a touch of golden light flashed, and the smooth surface reflected the glowing light, and he could see that the corners of Qin Tian's eyes were crystal clear.

Qin Tian shook his hand and grasped the two objects next to each other, and shook off the dirt on their surfaces with a sour nose.

Gold bracelets and necklaces.

The two pieces of gold, which were praised by Yan Ke as an atmospheric and trendy, delicate and elegant.

And what about the other one? Qin Tian continued to dig, and a pit with a diameter of half a meter appeared, and the small gold ring did not appear.

Qin Tian was stunned again.

"No, there's no other gold down here," Reverse Blade said softly, closing his eyes.

This reminder suddenly woke up Qin Tian, and Qin Tian jumped up like a vicious dog and a wolf, and grabbed the reverse blade fiercely.

The reverse blade raised his hand horizontally, and everything within a radius of five meters was empty, and he couldn't move anything, and nothing could break in.

Looking at Qin Tian's primitive people baring his teeth and dancing hands in mid-air, looking at his eyes full of blood and blood on his face, watching him clench the gold bracelet and gold necklace with all his strength.

Reverse Blade sighed faintly, "You can sleep a little longer." ”

A trace of air was as tight as a finger, and it hit the big vertebral point on the back of Qin Tian's neck.

Qin Tian snorted and fell straight to the ground.

"Hey," Reverse Blade laughed dryly, "You're really young, dear?" Acquaintance? If you live for a long time, how can there be anyone? Except for the sword and the demon, everything is too fragile, and everything disappears too quickly. ”

"This trip to the Yang Qing Emperor's boundary talisman broke all our calculations, sixty-six seal masters who traveled, and less than twenty of you escaped, Yan Longbow, Mo Shuangshuang, Wang Mang, Xia Qingming.... Are these people's names familiar? In the future, you can forget about it all. ”

"That's right," Reverse Blade said after a pause, and a few traces of sorrow finally flashed in his eternal eyes, "I haven't come back either." ”

The stars blinked, the moon was bright, a cold sadness spread all over the ground, and the ruins of the broken walls were even more old and desolate.

Reverse Blade flipped his hand and took the sword box, which was across his knee, and he gently patted the black sword box, and sang word by word.

"Cremation of the national capital, the hometown of the green mountains and the two of each other, ten years of big dreams, love and hate to break the Futu."

"The arrow on the string cracks the sad wind, and the flag is my name."

"At that time, ink sat in the dust, at this time, the beacon fire, the war drums shook the stars, the three-foot Qingfeng, how many people were killed and did not return."

"The dead crow does not cross the cold pond and is afraid of my clothes and snow dust, in exchange for a statement to add the king to the world!" (To be continued.) )