I said to her, "You're going to regret it." ”

She doesn't believe it, and if a person's heart and eyes are blindfolded, then other people's words will not be listened to.

I said, "I'm not going, you can go yourself." "I don't want to see how she stepped into that abyss.

When I returned to the underworld, I found that this seemingly gloomy place was also full of endless hope. Fall is wrong, and no matter what effort is made, there is nothing wrong with going up. You see that the dead can't die or live in an orderly manner, and building their own houses and starting their own businesses in Soul Condensation City is also a kind of eternal life.

I saw Bai Wuchang, who was standing at the gate of the city, with a high hat that read: See wealth in your life. They all called him Bai Impermanence, and they all forgot that he was famous, and his name was Xie Bi'an. He is tall and big, with deep facial features, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, but I am not used to looking at his expression, because he is always smiling, but now his face is dark.

I walked up to him and asked, "What is the so-called thing about Brother Bai standing here?" ”

He said, "I don't have a white surname. ”

I was stunned: "I'm sorry, I thought your name was Bai Wuchang." ”

He smiled lightly: "Huh? What do you think? ”

I said, "I thought you and black impermanence were twins, and then one ......" I suddenly realized that the logic was wrong, "No, it should be called impermanence, one long black is called black impermanence, and the other is a little white, so it is called white impermanence." ”

"You think he's black?" He said.

I smiled awkwardly: "I don't feel dark when I meet, but I may not be dark when I was a child." ”

He said: "I tell you in good conscience that he didn't grow dark when he was a child. ”

"It's all conjecture, the world still thinks that Hades is a middle-aged man." I say.

He said: "This underworld has no owner, and it has been held out for so long, I think it should be about to be unable to hold on." He sighed and subconsciously tightened the soul hook lock in his hand.

There was a hook attached under the chain thicker than my arm, which must have been heavy, but the way he was light and familiar with the frame, I really wanted to try it, and they all said that when people die, the soul is very light, so the same is true for objects?

"Is it heavy?" I asked.

He handed the soul hook lock in front of me: "Weigh it yourself." ”

I'm happy: just with me.

When I went to get it confidently, my arm flashed, and the man sank to the ground with the lock. I looked at him suspiciously, mainly at his arms.

What kind of power can lift the chain?

He smiled deeper and took the soul hook lock from my hand: "Let's go, everyone's weapon is doomed, if it is not suitable, I will not take it for so many years, if it belongs to someone else easily, what else do you want me to do?" ”

I turned my arm: "I miss my axe." ”

He said, "You ......."

I opened my mouth and didn't pronounce: "I remember." "I tried to exaggerate my performance so he could know what I was talking about.

But what I thought wasn't what I thought, and he didn't know, "What do you mean?" ”

I put my hand on the ground and wrote: I remember.

He also squatted on the ground and wrote beside him: It's okay, Shunfeng is very busy, and I don't have time to listen to you all the time.

I voiced, "Then you don't speak." ”

He shrugged his shoulders, then smoothed the writing on the ground with his foot, and we both acted as if nothing had happened.

"There is no master in the underworld, so who will take the opportunity to be king?" I asked.

He pointed to the heavens: "I don't know, no god knows." ”

I nodded in realization.

He said, "Be careful. Then he pointed his finger at me, his eyes were vicious, and then he turned and walked away, and I was stunned.

I really didn't know where I offended him, and when I turned around and entered the Soul Meditation City, I saw the 'listener' and pouted.

I straightened up and pretended not to see and walked straight by, he stopped me: "Hey, why didn't you say hello, and why did you provoke the seventh master?" ”

I looked at him angrily: "How do I know? ”

He covered his ears and smiled: "Noisy." ”

Seeing his smile made me half angry. Feeling that something was wrong with him, his momentum suddenly plummeted: "I...... Get up on the wrong side of the bed. ”

It seems that anything can be pulled to the mood, but in fact, there is a reason for the bad mood, but I don't want to say the reason. You can't tell him: I think you killed my grandfather, and you are not a good person.

How can speculation be taken seriously? And then I didn't get angry, this didn't make sense, and it was very embarrassing for me to have nothing to say, because my behavior without knowing the truth at the moment can only prove to be my own fault.

I'm going to ask? If that's fake, I'm not a psychopath, and I don't have to prove that I'm a psychopath. Besides, how could he tell the truth.

"Your look tells me again that you're angry." His eyes rolled.

I swallowed: "Nonsense. "The heart is empty.

His eyes were big, and he stared at me even more empty.

"Why be angry, but I've never seen the Seventh Master angry." He said.

The words were like a knife, and I was speechless and even more angry: "Mmmm, I know, I still have something, let's go." ”

……

Later, the whole underworld began to spread: this fox demon has a good temper, and he kicked his nose and face with the seventh master......

So the end of the world is white-eyed.

I decided to take the axe and go, but there was no one in my room. I wondered in my heart, because my love axe should have been in the darkness under my bed, and I lifted the futon and found nothing.

There are holes in my memory, I know what happened in the past eight hundred years, but I don't know what happened here in the eight hundred years I was a fox.

Everything is full of vicissitudes, all of which are great changes, different from the past.

I sat on the bed, picked up my pillow, and inhaled deeply, the vanilla smell was still there, and I was still weird.

Or my own pillow to calm my nerves, I hugged it and fell asleep.

The messy futon was piled up on the other side of the bed, and I lay in the gap and hugged the pillow, sleeping soundly.

When he opened his eyes, he found that it was still the familiar figure, he was holding hot tea in his hand, and he smiled the same: "Are you awake?" ”

I wanted to touch my heart, and I lost it last time I did it.

I sat up and started making the bed, and after quickly tidying it up, I asked, "Do you know where my axe is?" ”

"Not yet," he said. ”

I wondered, "Why?" ”

He put down the teacup, stood up, straightened his clothes, and said, "Because the axe belongs to the king of Hades, and you are the other side, not Adi." ”

I pouted, "Look, can't you see if it's rusty?" ”

"At my place." He said, "In the past eight hundred years, I have changed the herbs in your pillow and the bedding, and even the flowers here have been watered by my own hands, and I have taken good care of your axe, and used it to chop wood every day." ”

The corners of my mouth twitched: "Lord Lu, this is a waste of resources!"

He raised his forehead and smiled, "Is that your point there?" ”

I also smiled: "Well, no, it's not important, it's hard work for you." I changed my face again: "Are you really going to chop wood?" ”

He laughed: "How can the magic axe rust? ”

"Yes." In fact, I still feel in my heart that the vanity I smell is brand new. My futon looked the same as it had been cleaned, and he poured it on the other side of my bed.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I know you're coming, I'm willing to wait," he said. ”

"But it's been eight hundred and ten years, why don't you give up?" I asked.

He said: "Whenever I want to give up, I think, if I give up now, won't I have lost all my efforts? ”

I'm so lucky that my heart is happy.

He said coldly: "Sure enough, the crying child still has candy to eat."

"What?" I asked.

He didn't speak.

He pulled me away, just like the time he pulled me out of the ring for Phantom, still pulling my wrist, the scorching temperature of his palm was about to burn my right arm, and I was a little lost.

Because he's still pulling on my wrist.

He walked very firmly, and he walked slowly, and suddenly stopped, waved his hand, and went to his room.

There are still a lot of curtains hanging down here, and the wind that comes out of nowhere will blow the veils from time to time, and the veils dance lightly, just like the fluttering skirts of the dancing girls, and there is still such a sound of water, which is very crisp.

His stone bed could be opened, and the moment the spell was opened, I saw my axe 'shining gold', but it wasn't, it was dim as if it was asleep, and the diamond in the middle of the axe was what the Master said: That's its eyes.

My axe was supposed to have life, the diamond seemed to be covered with gray, it should have shone blue, but now its blue was no longer bright, I frowned and touched the 'eye', and found that there was no ash, the whole wooden handle was also broken, and the blade of the axe was also smooth, I tried it with my hand, and found that it was not sharp, I added more strength, it was like a sword without a blade, I could only see but not use.

I picked it up and found that it looked like a wood axe, and the corner of my mouth twitched: "Well, I don't think it's my axe." ”

He said, "All the weapons of God recognize their masters, and you are not yet their masters." ”

My heart ached all of a sudden: "But this should obviously be mine, and I haven't held it for eight hundred or ten years." ”

He shook his head.

I was anxious: "What's mine is mine, why is it not mine if you shake it?" ”

He said, "How can you use it if you are a god axe demon?" Shouldn't you use an axe? ”

"Huh? Still waiting like this? I sighed, "But even so, it wouldn't be like this, would it?" ”

"Nothing can stand aside, not even God." He said.

I asked, "Can you still come back?" ”

He smiled: "Look at the master's hard work, this axe is glorious with the master, interdependent, and mutually accomplished." He continued: "Just like the official master's Qinglong Yanyue knife, the knife is as powerful as the owner. But if someone else takes this knife, the knife has no name, but a knife, but if Guan Gong does not hold the Qinglong Yanyue knife, it may not be famous. ”

I said, "Blame me for not being productive." ”

He said, "You haven't been able to wake it up yet, and the way your knife looks is what you look like at the moment." ”

My heart is congested.

In fact, I don't dare to admit it, I don't dare to admit that I am not good now, I can't face myself at the moment, and even break the jar and plan to die, we always attribute the fall and pain to loss, but loss is not terrible, what is terrible is your inaction.