It turns out that he and his wives are not true love yet.

Of course, true love doesn't work.

Then, naturally, there was a wave of awkwardness every time the two of us met.

It's particularly embarrassing.

Of course, I was so embarrassed to meet most of the immortals.

The past is not mentioned, and the book returns to the main text.

I stood at the door and waited for the rain master, while flipping through the book "Huainanzi Lan Yin Xun" in my hand. This Bai Ze Divine Monarch has a good reputation, and once compiled a ghost and god illustrated book, which is all-encompassing, equivalent to an encyclopedia in heaven and earth. Kind character, strong mana, noble blood, in short, very powerful.

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, such a god should not do anything unsightly in the world.

However, seeing the strange expression of the rain master just now, I was a little puzzled, and then I looked at this Huainanzi, which was written two hundred and thirty years ago.

So what kind of bird is there for? Who knows what happened to these two hundred and thirty Jiazi.

I reluctantly closed the book. Begin to search for this god in your memory.

After thinking about it for a long time, I realized that I didn't seem to have heard of this god monarch.

It shouldn't be

In "Huainanzi", people are peerless, and their names go down in history.

I rubbed my brow.

Something must have happened all these years.

Thinking about this, my brain hurts.

But I'm still very optimistic, as long as this matter has something to do with people of Bai Ze's Divine Monarch's class, then it should be okay for me.

However, I looked at the pile of people who were looking down and writing hard... It's not as good as me.

Cherish the moment.

In a daze, I remembered the "dream" I had just had.

It should be a dream, there can't be any demons and monsters in Tianjing.

It's just that it's a little weird to have this dream.

I was in a drowsy state of thought when suddenly there was a distant sound like the sky cracking.

It's a bit like the explosion of something, and it's a bit like the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

For a while, the yellow sand was all over the sky, and the sky was full of large and small dust, earth and stones. There was chaos all around. The surrounding ornate palace temples collapsed. The earth shook, and the earth cracked. The deep ditches and ditches that seem to go straight to the ground are like black holes, as if there is really no end. The yellow sand above the sky gradually became cloudy and turned into something like volcanic ash. Billowing black smoke swooped down on the heavens and earths like a demon with fangs and claws.

What's going on? I figured it out right away. This estimates... It is not the Weng Mountain!

The ground shook for a while, and I didn't stand still, and I almost fell into a crack that was two meters wide. A stone with a small head next to me fell, and if there was a slight difference, I guess my brain would burst.

There was a panic all around, and the sound of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone tumbling was endless. In my heart, it was finished with a capital letter, thinking about what the rain master said before: The three giant pillars have been supported by heaven and earth for too long and too long, and they have been decayed, and they all rely on the immortals to make up for the Fusang wood to support them until now. Moreover, if the Buweng Mountain collapses, the heavens will merge. Those low-level ghost envoys in the underworld are afraid that they will not be able to resist the temptation of human flesh and blood, and when the time comes... I'm afraid it's a lot of life. ”

I'll go... It's really not covered.

I couldn't help but curse in my heart.

Ever since I met Van Valley, I have rarely cursed, but now this situation has made me jump to my feet.

The heavens and the earth were still shaking violently, and the roaring volcanic ash was getting closer and closer. There was black smoke billowing from the sky, which could almost be described by the word dark clouds, but now those guys in the sky were ten thousand times more terrifying than dark clouds. I'm a little curious, why is there so much volcanic ash? Isn't Weng Mountain not collapsing and erupting?

… The scene of the eruption of Buweng Mountain is too tragic to imagine.

Now it's not a question of whether the picture is miserable or not. With so much volcanic ash in the sky, next year's PM 2.5 value is easy to exceed the standard... Stop, stop, stop.

It's not just about PM 2.5 anymore.

It is important to know that if volcanic ash is inhaled, it will accumulate in the nasal trachea, causing asthma, heart disease, lung disease, and respiratory diseases......

Ahem, it seems to be off topic again.

Volcanic ash, as long as the amount is reached, can choke people in dust to death in an instant. It can also instantly freeze the form of a person before death, and every subtle expression can be perfectly expressed and lifelike. After a few days, the body inside the ash shell began to decay until it was reduced to a white skeleton. The bones then slowly atrophy, or are eaten by the rats as a snack for grinding their teeth. All that remains is the shell of the volcanic ash, and then this shell can be regarded as a peerless, exquisite, and artistic work of art, which will last forever, immortal, and eternal.

If you say that, it's good to choke to death by volcanic ash together.

Shut up.

If all the people in the world became this kind of art, then no one would appreciate it, what a pity.

So. Hurry up and survive.

I wish I could be the one who looks at the art, not the one who is watched.

(Today, I suddenly realized that my word count was not accurate.) I originally estimated it at 260,000, but now I look back and see that 150,000 is about the same. (Stalls))