The voice, as it sounded, was poignant, mixed with endless anger.

His feet were frozen in the ground, making it impossible for him to turn.

But he forcibly turned his head and looked behind him.

He saw that the little monk had thrown away the umbrella in his hand and was rushing towards him.

I saw the little monk on his right hand, carrying a wine jar.

He also saw the angry round face of the little monk.

But what frightened him the most was that he saw a dark shadow that was raising his palm and rushing towards the little monk.

So, I saw that he used his last breath in his body and shouted at the black shadow.

"No... Want!!! ”。

And the man in black who came with his palm, for some reason, paused and did not slap his palm on the little monk's face.

He came to the little monk and looked down at his little junior brother.

Although he was indeed seriously injured, with his strength at the peak of the third grade, he could freeze the little monk on the spot without using his hands, just with his mental power, and he could not move.

After all, the realm of the two is too far apart.

He looked at the little monk who gritted his teeth, trembled, and had a flushed face.

He knew that this little monk wanted to break free from his shackles.

He looked at the little monk's particularly big eyes again, and felt the strong hostility in these eyes.

He wanted to kill the little monk directly, but after seeing these big eyes, he changed his attention.

In his heart, he already had an even more brilliant plan, one that he had to admire himself.

So, I saw that he first withdrew his palm, and then stretched out his middle index finger.

He did not hesitate or show any compassion.

He directly inserted his fingers into the little monk's big eyes.

Finally, he turned his face slightly and looked at the old monk who was also looking back at him.

He just glanced at the other person.

However, after this glance, he resolutely dodged up and disappeared into the woods beside him.

And just after he left, after losing the restraint beside him, the little monk actually 'poofed' and fell to the muddy ground.

The rain mixed with silt, splashing the little monk, and his face was muddy.

The filthy mud splashed into the little monk's tightly closed eyes, mixed with the blood flowing from the eyes, and slid down his cheeks.

"Ahhh Master... Master.. Where are you!! ”。

He couldn't see anymore.

He struggled to get up, too.

But he repeatedly fell to the ground and lost his way.

The little monk only felt that there was darkness in front of him.

He sensed the sharp pain in his eye socket.

But this pain is far less than the pain in his heart.

In the end, he finally gave up the idea of getting up, and just lay on the ground like this, groping his way forward with both hands, and his mouth was shouting over and over again, 'Master!!' ’。

The old monk who was about to be frozen in the distance also saw the scene of the little monk struggling in pain.

But there was nothing he could do.

He felt his heart stop beating, and he felt the freezing momentum come to the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that God was still too cruel to him.

He didn't understand why this providence wanted the little monk to come back, and why he wanted to let him see his most beloved little apprentice with his own eyes, struggling so painfully in front of his eyes.

This is the last thing he wants to see.

In fact, he had already deliberately pulled the battlefield away, because he had long realized that the little monk was likely to return.

However, nothing he did could prevent this from happening.

He saw the two lines of blood and tears of the little monk, and also heard the little monk calling him stupidly.

He remembered that many years ago, when the little monk staggered towards him and said the word 'master' for the first time, he almost did not hesitate to carry his true qi, flashed in front of the little monk, and held this small body in his arms.

He knew that by doing so, he would speed up the spread of the toxin.

But so what.

How could he bear to look at the little monk and fall on the cold green bricks.

But now, when the little monk fell on this muddy ground, he could no longer go over and pick up the other party as before, and comfort the other party not to cry.

The rain washed over and over again the little monk's cheeks, which had become dirty repeatedly.

However, when the rain washes the cheeks, blood flows from the long slits of the eyes.

And such a scene has become the last picture that the master of empty wisdom has seen in the world.

In the past, whenever the little monk fell and cried, his heart would also be hurt.

Now, when two lines of blood and tears flowed from the little monk's eyes, his heart, which had been frozen in ice, was suddenly warmed.

Then, this sour and warm feeling poured directly into his eye sockets.

Two tears formed in his old eyes.

When he saw that the little monk was in such pain, he cried along.

He couldn't imagine what the little monk who relied on him so much would be like after learning of his death.

He didn't dare to imagine that the little monk who had lost his protection would not be deceived by the people in the rivers and lakes.

He didn't dare to imagine that after he passed away, the little monk's face would lose the innocent smile he had in the past.

Therefore, he is about to turn 100 years old, and he still overflowed tears.

It's just that God is unfair, and it seems that even his right to cry has been taken away.

The tears in his eyes did not fall.

Because the frozen momentum had already passed his eyes, and his two rows of eyebrows were frozen together.

In the end, when the ice was frozen and passed above his head, it meant that the last strong man left behind by that generation had finally followed in the footsteps of those people and went to another world.

………………….

The pouring rain fell on the little monk's body and wet his shabby gray monk's robes.

He was still crawling on the muddy ground.

In his mouth, he was still choking and calling 'master'.

I don't know how long it has been.

When the little monk's fingers touched a cold object, he pounced on him and wrapped it with both hands.

"Master... Woo woo ~ ~ ... Master!! ”。

What he was holding was his master's left leg, which had been frozen in ice.

He knew that the master was not dead.

He knew he could use his body heat to melt the ice.

And after the ice melts, he can see the master again.

He really wanted to say that his eyes hurt now.

He also wanted to tell his master that he had bought the strongest liquor in the world.

He wanted to spend their birthdays with his master and see the sunrise.

So, his hands hugged harder.

In his hand, he was holding a hemp rope.

And under this hemp rope, there is a connection to the brown and black wine jar.

He knew that the master would wake up.

He knew that after drinking this jar of wine, the master would praise him for his cleverness.

Because he bought the strongest liquor in the world.

…….