It's a conspiracy, it's a conspiracy! Hades let you die for the third watch, is it true that you can't survive the fifth watch?

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A few days after the end of the Huashan Debate, the people at the foot of the mountain also disappeared one after another, and the small town at the foot of the Huashan Mountain gradually returned to peace and tranquility with the end of the Huashan Debate.

As the sun sets, the town is covered in a golden afterglow, and the vendors, who have been busy all day, begin to pack up their work and prepare to go home. What a beautiful word, the women of the house must have prepared a meal that was not sumptuous, but sure to soothe them from the fatigue of the day, and then slept peacefully at nightfall, waiting for the sunrise tomorrow.

As night fell, another group of vendors came to the main street, where they had been busy all day, and they were on the night shift, and the night market here was also bustling with activity.

It's just that Liu Xiaozi, who is setting up a tea stall, is still wiping the table with his dark yellow rag, and he is one of the few people in the city who works all day, from the first rays of sunlight in the morning to the last person in the town to fall asleep in the evening.

He worked in this little city for ten years, day and night. But he felt that today, as usual, was very different. But what's the difference? He couldn't say for a while, maybe his business was very good today, more than a dozen people came in the morning, and his stall was almost full, and these palanquin drivers, porters, chopping wood, measuring words, and the Jianghu Langzhong didn't seem to be in a hurry to leave, and they sat here for a day.

Liu Xiaozi asked, and they all said that they were "waiting for someone".

Liu Xiaozi was at a loss again, "Wait for someone"? These people sat far away, and they didn't say a word for a day, and Liu Xiaozi felt that they didn't seem to know each other. But all these kinds of people are waiting for people, are they waiting for all kinds of people, or are they the same people?

Liu Xiaozi couldn't figure it out, why did he start thinking about these things that didn't concern him? He never wanted to before. Maybe he suddenly felt lonely, yes, lonely. Oh, he understood, it turned out that no one greeted him, these porters didn't look like porters at all, these sedan chairmen didn't look like sedan chairmen, they didn't have the vulgarity and arrogance of sedan chairs, they didn't scold and complain about being tired, they didn't even say anything, they didn't say a word, if they didn't say that they were waiting for someone, Liu Xiaozi would still think they were all dumb.

It was dark, he was even more lonely, and tonight, the vendors who came here to set up stalls were in groups, the same clothes, the same things, but the people were different. Even Li **, who sells tea eggs next to his stall every day, has changed, the same tea eggs, but the person who carries the burden has become a young man, a very young and strong young man. The people who had been neighbors with him for ten years have all changed. How could he not panic, he was so flustered, he was so panicked that he was going to die, he felt as if this little city was going to die.

In a moment of panic, the tea in his teapot shook out and spilled on the porter at the table, and before he could apologize, he was glared at fiercely by the man. Those eyes, like a wolf that has been hungry for a long time, staring at its prey that has not known the importance of it, fierce, sharp, and full of murderous aura. Liu Xiaozi was scared, he was so frightened that he trembled, and the teapot he had held for ten years in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang". He tried to escape, but he tripped over the stool behind him and fell to the ground, and he was so shaky that he couldn't get up.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes drinking tea at his tea stall turned to him together, and Liu Xiaozi had a positive answer, these people must know each other, because they have the same eyes, the same ferocity, and the same horror. "Help" Liu Xiaozi muttered in a trembling voice, and suddenly infinite fear and strangeness attacked him, he shouted, "Save ......" Before the word "life" was spoken, his life was gone, he didn't see what was happening clearly, but the flat pole in the hand of the porter who was "waiting for someone" had pierced his chest.

The vendors who were setting up their stalls and the scattered people on the street glanced at Liu Xiaozi coldly, and continued to turn around and go about their own business, without a trace of affection in their eyes.

Liu Xiaozi didn't know, they were also waiting for someone. Wait for someone attentively and don't want anyone to bother.

Wait for people, people with very important things, although they are not qualified to go further, but they have already received reliable news, they have been waiting for things are still there, and tonight, the things they are waiting for will come to this small city at the foot of Huashan Mountain.

At night, the moon was bright and the stars were thin, and the wind was blowing and whimpering, as if mourning the impending nightmare of the small town.

When the carriage slowly entered the small city, all the hearts that were quiet in silence became restless in an instant.

All the people raised their eyes and looked up, and the prey they had been waiting for for a day finally came.

Mo Xiangsi rode a horse and walked in front, along the way, they galloped fast, but they were afraid that the people on the mountain would find out and chase down, but if it was too late today, they happened to be under the city gate, Mo Xiang thought, the city is better than the wilderness.

But as soon as he entered the city, Mo Xiangsi suddenly discovered that for the Demon Infant Sword, the people in this world have gone crazy, what is going on in the city, what is happening outside the city, leaving Huashan, they have really fallen into hell. There is no hiding place anymore.

Mo Xiangsi watched her group of people and horses pass by, and the pedestrian vendors on the side of the road stood one after another, watching the guests sitting or lying on the stalls stand up one by one, Mo Xiangsi walked by the horse, she knew that it was impossible to retreat at this time.

She turned her head to look at the carriage that had been quiet all day, there was still no movement in Yunliuxiao, Mo Xiangsi asked Mo Xiangli, Mo Xiangli only said that he had not woken up yet.

The senior brother didn't wake up, Mo Xiangsi gritted his teeth, so he could only go down by himself, he could, he could, as long as he could hold on until the senior brother woke up, it was enough. I can!

Mo Xiangsi tried to hook the corners of her lips, but found that she was too nervous for a day, her face was already stiff, Mo Xiangsi's hand clenched the Demon Baby Sword, looking at the encirclement gradually forming in front of the road, Mo Xiangsi knew that she couldn't go far.

Lerma stood still, Mo Xiangsi looked at the martial arts people in front of her who were dressed in a mess, with different colors and an astonishing number of people, she knew that this time she would no longer face hypocrites, but real villains.

"Stinky, what are you laughing at? Do you think another fake sword will be enough to coax us? ”

As soon as these words came out, Mo Xiangsi was frightened, and the smile on his face could no longer be hung up, could it be that the above things had been revealed?

No! It's impossible, it's impossible to move so quickly between masters! And if that's the case, then it's not supposed to be this rabble waiting here now.

Sure enough, sure enough, Mo Xiangsi held the Demon Baby Sword in his hand tightly, this is a conspiracy, someone has been watching in the dark, they know that they are manipulating the situation in front of them, they are like Hell Shura, they just want to put Mo Xiangsi and others to death, they will not let things end so lightly.

Who is it? Who is it! Long Ye?

But why? Why?!

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Chinese New Year's Eve happy, continue to ask for recommendation votes, PK tickets and collections, and New Year's money...... Momoda......

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