Chapter 963: Dream Back to the Cabin

Hu Yiqian raised his head sharply, and as soon as he looked up, he exclaimed in surprise.

Tong Lao San was stunned: "What's wrong?"

Hu Yi's color changed miserably, he stared at his eyes, looked at Tong Laosan's back in a daze, and said in a trembling voice: "Behind you...... Poisonous insects!"

Tong Laosan hurriedly turned around to look. On the ground behind Tong Laosan, there were no poisonous insects. The poisonous insects were still in the big iron cabinet.

Tong Laosan's face changed miserably, and he could already smell the breath of death. As soon as Tong Lao San turned around, the long sword in Hu Yiqian's hand pierced his heart like a poisonous snake.

Tong Laosan grabbed the sharp blade with both hands, and his face was distorted by pain. He stared at Hu Yiqian tightly, his eyes full of anger and disbelief. He glared at Hu Yiqian as if to say, "You killed me like this?"

Hu Yiqian looked at Tong Laosan coldly.

Tong Laosan hissed, "You...... Be...... The man in white?"

Hu Yiqian didn't speak, he drew his sword sharply.

The sword was drawn, and blood spurted wildly.

Tong Lao San clasped his hands on his chest and fell to the ground.

Hu Yiqian stared at the blue stone under his feet, and he stomped three times.

There was a muffled thud. The heavy stone door slammed open.

Hu Yiqian walked out of the door quickly.

The door to the stone chamber slammed shut again.

In the dark stone room, countless poisonous insects poured out of the large iron cabinet like a tide. In just a moment, Tong Laosan was covered by layers of poisonous insects......

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The wind is rising. The sky was cloudy. The vast earth and the deep sky merge into one. It seems that space-time has stopped running. In this condensed heaven and earth, it only gives people a feeling of chaos and confusion.

The bitter cold wind raged and did not stop until dusk. As soon as the wind stopped, the snowflakes of the mat flipped in the air and smashed into the earth. In the blink of an eye, the sky and the earth are already white.

In front of him was a secluded hill with a secluded hut at the foot of the hill. In the distance of the hut, there are still a few scattered houses.

The snow is blowing and falling very much.

In the distance, a man in Tsing Yi came by stepping on the snow. The man wore a hat on his head. The hat was pressed low, covering the entire face.

Who is he?

Where did he come from?

What is he doing here?

There is a small bridge in the distance. The man stood alone at the head of the bridge.

Withered vines and old trees, small bridges and flowing water.

In winter, the water is thin and the mountains are cold, but I didn't expect the flowing water under this small bridge to be alive.

Flowing water.

On the other side of the bridge was the lonely little house.

There are lights on in the house. In this snowy night, a little light can warm the heart of the wanderer.

The man in Tsing Yi looked at the light of the hut from afar, and he seemed to see Yiren's petite figure, the pale little face, and the melancholy eyes.

The snow on the bridge was already very thick. The wind wrapped the snowflakes and stirred up the sky and the earth.

The man in Tsing Yi sighed, and he suddenly walked across the bridge. The footprints on the bridge were soon covered with heavy snow.

Cottages are dotted lonely at the foot of the mountain.

The hut was lit with a lamp, and under the lamp sat a petite girl.

The girl's face was pale, and her melancholy eyes stared at the candlelight on the table. At the table sat a little boy, concentrating on his handwriting.

Snowflakes fluttered down on the windows.

The little boy gently set the brush aside and rubbed his frozen little hands.

The man in Tsing Yi stood in front of the window, staring at the girl's pale little face through the gap in the window.

The girl's little face suddenly rose. The man in Tsing Yi's heart trembled, because he had seen the girl's melancholy eyes. Those eyes were full of sorrow and pain. The heart of the man in Tsing Yi was tingling, and he knew that these days, the girl had been hit and suffered.

The little boy tilted his little head and suddenly said, "Sister, I don't want to practice calligraphy." ”

The girl was startled and hurriedly said, "Why?"

The little boy said seriously: "You can't kill bad people when you practice calligraphy, only by learning kung fu can you avenge Brother Luo." ”

The girl was stunned, he took the little boy's hand, and before he could speak, tears fell like pearls with broken threads.

The little boy panicked: "Sister ......"

Outside the window, the cold wind roared and the snowflakes danced. It was pitch black between heaven and earth.

The man in Tsing Yi looked up at the dark sky, tears quietly sliding down his cheeks.

Suddenly there was a soft cry from the hut.

The heart of the Tsing Yi man was cramping violently again. He suddenly turned around and rushed madly into the endless darkness.

The people in Tsing Yi ran wildly in the snow.

The cold wind cut his face like a knife, but he didn't feel the cold. At this moment, a fire burned in his heart.

The lights in the hut were already far away, but the man in Tsing Yi still didn't dare to look back, for fear that he couldn't help but rush into the hut.

There were his dreams in the hut, but he was afraid that when he returned, the dreams would be shattered again.

At dawn. The wind stopped, and the snow stopped. There was silence in the heavens and the earth.

The man in Tsing Yi stood in the snow blankly, not knowing the direction, not knowing the process, but he came to a small temple.

The door to the small temple was closed, but the only small window was open. There were also broken cobwebs on the windows.

In the snow in front of the temple gate, there is an old plum.

The old plum lies in the snow, and the fragrance hits people.

The man in Tsing Yi leaned on the old plum, staring at the snow on the plum blossoms, the plum blossoms under the snow.

The plum blossoms are in full bloom.

When thousands of miles of ice are frozen and everything is withering, it is the time when plum blossoms are quietly blooming.

The man in Tsing Yi sighed. He sighed at the tenacity of plum blossoms, and also sighed at the loneliness of plum blossoms.

The dawn of the morning.

The man in Tsing Yi straightened his unkempt hair, shook off the ice flowers on his body, and strode in front of the small temple. The man in Tsing Yi suddenly stopped, looking at the snow in front of him in surprise.

On the snow ahead, there were a pair of faint footprints. Next to the faint footprints, there was a shocking red. The man in Tsing Yi looked around. The surroundings were white, and there was no trace of them except for his own footprints. He searched in the snow, and suddenly stopped in front of the door of the small temple.

On the steps in front of the temple gate, I don't know when, a string of blood was spilled.

The man in Tsing Yi frowned and fell into deep thought.

It is possible that there are people hiding in the small temple.

Those two faint footprints were seven zhang away from the temple gate. A person who can leap seven feet away is either a peerless master of light skills or a monster.

The person hiding in the small temple is likely to be seriously injured. He hid in this secluded small temple, most likely to hide from the enemy.

The man in Tsing Yi suddenly clenched his fists. Because he suddenly found that two miles away from the small temple, a group of people had appeared.

The group was walking towards the Tsing Yi people.

The man in Tsing Yi stood in front of the small temple, and he raised his hand slightly, pulling the hat lower.

The hat had completely covered the face of the man in Tsing Yi. But through the cracks in the hat, he could clearly see the group.

The two leaders stood in front of the Tsing Yi people, and the remaining four or five Jianghu men with swords and swords all looked at the Tsing Yi people with vigilant eyes.

The two people at the head, one tall and one short, one fat and one thin. The tall man was a middle-aged man with a fair complexion. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "Danzun Evil God Claw Book House" for free for the first time.