Coughing heavily, the little Taoist raised his head arrogantly: "I can take you by my side and cover you in the future, but you must not harm others again." ”

Feng Tu didn't speak, didn't move.

Is this promised?

The little Taoist priest's heart was overjoyed, as if he had seen the sweet journey between himself and the man who was more handsome than the gods opposite, well, wait for each other to get to know each other, wait for him to like himself, wait for himself and him to become famous... So they took him back to the mountain gate and gave him a name.

The more the little Taoist priest thought about it, the happier he became, and ran over to it.

"I'm telling you, you're going to—" Protect me.

There was no chance to say three words, and the pink bubbles were still bubbling in the big eyes, which was unbelievable.

Why?

Feng Tu withdrew his hand, and the little Taoist priest fell backwards to the ground, slowly losing his temperature.

Refuse to do.

"Greedy heart, ugly."

When Lao Tzu can't see the green light in your eyes? It's crazy.

Turn and leave.

The silent wilderness, the dead girl, the pink doubts still hovering over the corpse: why is it different from what is said in the book...

So, what demon fell in love with the story of the little white rabbit, just listen to it, in other words, you will fall in love with a boiled fish?

Love! Eat!

Feng Tu continued to wander, sneering, what a fart, he was not stupid, didn't he think that he was the zombie king? But your body is alive, can you not know? Can you not know if your body has ever died? Moreover, Which zombie king set fire? The fire in his palm could melt even a sword.

The down-and-out Phoenix Divine Fire can only melt a mortal sword.

It's not bad to be a blacksmith, Feng Tu suddenly thought, it's also a skilled job.

On the other side, in the ice and snow, Wugui wants to be a blacksmith, but unfortunately, the iron is crunchy in this extremely low temperature weather, and it is useless at all. Otherwise, the days of guarding the stove every day are as happy as a fairy.

But the identity of no return is much more than Feng Tu Lafeng - the son of God.

Enshrined.

But no home is not happy.

Because this is not a gratuitous offering, he has to give back, and this feedback is what is lackluster in his eyes but glorious in the eyes of the villagers - building a house.

It was so cold that I couldn't stretch my fingers when I stretched out my hand. It was so hard that the oldest man in the village said that their largest boxy house had been carved out over a hundred years.

And the so-called largest is only to bring all the villagers together, and the villagers, old and young, combined, one hundred and ten people.

One hundred years...

It can be seen that the mountain is hard and the project is arduous.

Therefore, they can only find larger mountain crevices to build on wood to make their homes, but it is not as cold resistant as all stones, and it is not safe.

There are not only people living in the mountains and ice, but also other living creatures.

There are those who are eaten, and there are those who eat people.

Suddenly, one day, there was a person who was harder than a rock.

It's really much harder than the rocks, and they smashed a big pit out, a deep pit, near their village, and now it has been changed into a trap, and the harvest is good, and all the things that fall are pressed by their own weight into the pointed stakes on the lower head, as long as they hang the rope and drag it up.

The head, which has lost his memory, buzzes, and is taken back by the villagers and worshipped as a god.

And after relieving himself, he didn't know why he was holding a fire in his heart, as if someone made him very angry and angry, and when he vented his anger, he made a lot of small holes in the mountain stone wall with his bare hands.

The villagers knelt down directly, calling out to the Son of God, asking for the Son's protection.

Those who don't remember anything can only stay after learning about their surroundings, and these villagers have no idea where people still live.

I have seen people outside, but they are far, far away, they do not leave the village, it is too cold outside.

You can go to the ice for a month every year, collect the unique plant fruits on the ice, and eat them for a year.

Wugui stayed in this small place for ten years, ate the best, did the most, dug a stone house for every villager and had a surplus to spare, and finally left.

I wanted to leave for a long time, but the terrain was not clear, and it took ten years to slowly get a map with people outside, and if I didn't leave, the women in the village would set up a ring for whom they would inherit the blood of the gods.

It's terrible, every young woman looks at herself with squinted eyes, and there are men in it, and their men actually support and instigate them!

Having lost his memory, he felt that he must not be from this place! The three views are too different!

He's leaving!

To the south!

It feels like there's a familiar smell to the South.

Embark on the journey with no return and full of confidence.

Hehe, the land of heaven is something that mortals can approach? Let him walk on his little legs.

However, whether they are hunted down or worshipped, the two young people who don't know who they are are full of confidence, bright and beautiful, tomorrow.

And Night Creek is getting sadter and more hopeless.

In her empty thoughts, she has long forgotten who she is, where she came from, there is only a big river, surging, and she is just a drop of water, carried by the river water, she can't control herself, she doesn't want to stop, she wants to go faster, she wants to see where the end of the end is...

But she tried her best to swim and swim, squeeze and squeeze... can't get to the end, in front of her, there will always be the same river and waves...

Is she moving forward? Or stay put?

I can't catch up...

That's... Stop!

The little water dropped, and she wanted to intercept the river with her own strength, but the mayfly shook the tree, and a faint small water pattern took her out of eighteen turns.

Work hard and try hard, struggle and struggle.

It's useless to try, but you can't struggle, what should I do?

Sad, sad...

Is it true that time cannot be resisted and shaken?

The small droplets that drift with the flow snap into several petals, sink, sink...

Zheng –

Under the hillock where bamboo leaves were piled up, there was a sudden sound of a piano.

Bamboo, who was sitting at the back, opened his eyes and shook his head slightly, too depressed.

She has a knot.

It's buried so deep that he can't see it.

But, there is something to gain.

Before getting up, he didn't use spiritual power, but bent over and brushed away the bamboo leaves with one hand, slowly revealing a staggering figure holding the ground with one hand and covering his heart with the other, and the hand that was holding the ground was just pressed on the strings.

Bamboo didn't speak, and looked at her quietly.

People are calm, but countless magma is rushing underground.

The eyes were dry, but that was the drying up of the tears.

A thick sadness surrounds her, the sky is clear and the sea is blue, the wind is light and the bamboo is fragrant, but she is like a withered butterfly, sealed in amber, without vitality, how fragile.

And out of reach.

With a silent sigh, the bamboo raised its hand and landed on Yexi's forehead, making a low voice.

"Eternity is the only one, and the only is meaningful."

Yexi's body softened, and her eyes were closed.

Bamboo picked the man up and turned towards the island.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Yexi woke up to the scent of bamboo, and opened his eyes to see the verdant bamboo roof.

"Awake?"

With a faint voice, it's easy to hear concern.

Yexi turned over expressionlessly and faced the wall.

Zhuzi raised his eyebrows, didn't he feel that this person was embarrassed, didn't he have recovered yet, and didn't want to face the real world?

Yexi closed her eyes and opened them again, wanting to cry, but she didn't have that function.

She didn't even have the right to shed tears.

"You say, 'What do people live for?'

The voice was muffled.

Bamboo without thinking: "For separation." ”

I want to cry again.

Is life a tragedy?

"I don't know how to cherish if I don't separate."

The sound of bamboo is always faint, and it makes people feel so stupid.

Suddenly angry.

Yexi sat up and turned her head violently, glaring at him hatefully.

"Who doesn't know how to cherish it!"

"Not enough to cherish." Bamboo still looked calm, and did not say that she would give her a cup of sweet chicken soup for the soul, but urged her with a calm attitude of "don't waste time on pretentiousness": "Take advantage of your insight, come and learn the piano." ”

Night Creek: "..."

Woohoo - bite this ruthless man to death!