Listen to the rain upstairs to listen to the wind and rain, listen to the rain in the building to see the common people.

The first floor is a blur, and the first floor is a thought. Standing for nearly a hundred years, no one surveyed the building and rained.

Tu Chengnu: Is this the answer to Tingyulou?

In the seventh floor, only an old case can be seen, and the brocade box is placed to confuse people's souls.

Tu Chengnu: Thank you for the success.

The brocade box was accepted, and the scene in the building suddenly changed. Tu Chengnu is already outside the building. The voice of a man echoed in the air.

[The promised things, each into half, the next realm of the abyss, good luck. ] 】

It's like a soul-buoyant language outside the sky, and it's hard to distinguish its voice if you don't see it.

Tu Chengnu: Tu Cheng understands.

The wind and rain are miserable and send people away, and there is no way back.

Listening to the rain on three layers, it is as vast as the sky, and the boy of the hat is cold and silent in the mist of smoke, and the internal force in his body is not automatic. Suddenly, the smoke dissipated, the wind and clouds were swaying, the green clothes were fluttering, and the cranes had a childish face.

Dou Ligongzi: I can't imagine that the illusion genius Qi Illusion Doctor, who retired from the rivers and lakes hundreds of years ago, would appear in this Tingyu Tower, which has only risen in the past hundred years, heh. Should I praise the ability to listen to Yulou, or regret the girl's dust.

Phantom Doctor: Please exit the Tingyu Building as soon as possible.

Hatsa Boy: Got it!

Flowing water, on the top of the mountain, the blood begonia looks down on the busy living beings at the foot of the mountain.

The white-haired old man was still cultivating the barren land, the young and strong man brought a bucket of water and helped the old man to the shade under the tree, and the young woman brought food with her child of several years old.

Qingming Night: Men plough and women weave, and forget the mountains and forests. This should be the most prosaic happiness in the world. But this is not what this son is pursuing, what this son wants is an earth-shattering appearance, a heroic curtain call.

Blood Begonia turned.

Qingming Night: I said, Master, I've been chasing you for half a month, don't you really think about teaching me? I'm very smart.

Blood Begonia: I don't accept apprentices, I'm following me.

Qingming Night: I didn't follow it, but I see that you always look down on the common people like this, looking cold as frost, do you really know the bitterness and happiness of the world?

Begonia: I don't need to know.

Qingming Night: Hey, don't say that. I'm with you

I didn't put it on my shoulder.

Qingming Night: Hehe, why don't we make a quiver?

Begonia: Not interested.

Bright night [You continue to pretend.] 】

Qingming Night: I let you know what is the bitterness and happiness of the world, and you teach me the art of begonia blossoming. How?

Blood Begonia: Boredom.

Qingming Night: That's good, aren't you a gold killer, I'll give you a thousand gold, how about you go with me?

Blood Begonia: Bring it.

Qingming Night: One thousand gold, Master, please.

Ten zhang soft red spring tent night, the soft whisper hero is drunk.

Drunken Spring Building, the largest ecstasy residence in Ping Mall burns gold caves.

The pink and red daisy are intoxicating.

Qingming Night: Wake up to the power of the world, drunk and lying on the knees of beauty. This should be an ideal that the heroes of the world will never change.

Blood Begonia: This is what you mean by music?

Qingming Night: Of course not, how can these vulgar fans be worthy of Master's heavenly posture, Mom, call your top brand of Zuichun Building.

Ten gold smashed, and the gold was spent.

Mother: Howler!

Blood Begonia: Boredom.

Turned around without the slightest nostalgia and stepped out of the drunken spring building.

Tumming Night: Hey, Master, Master.

In the alley, the begonia is bloodthirsty, and there is a hidden photo.

Blood Begonia didn't want to pay attention to it, but saw a yin and evil aura rushing towards him, and the blood whip on his waist came out, the yin fog dispersed, and the sky appeared.

Qingming Night: Master is amazing!

Qianqiu Zhiye: Jun'er!

With a painful cry, in the alley, Zhijun's head was in a different place, and he didn't blink his eyes. The unwilling eyes stared at the blood begonia in front of him.

Qianqiu Zhiye: Blood Begonia!

Seeing that the person was angry and his eyes were scarlet, he immediately blocked in front of the blood begonia on Qingming Night.

Tonight: This uncle, we just came! Don't find the wrong person and wronged someone.

Qianqiu Zhiye: Who else is there here besides the two of you, who can be so vicious and vicious except for your blood begonia?

Qingming Night: I said......

Blood Begonia: If you want to kill me, you can give it a try.

The words fell, and the cold wind suddenly rose all around. The bloody begonia is like a yellow spring, and the demon is urging death.

Chiaki Zhiye: You!

Qingming Night: Hey, hey, if you have something to say, the so-called gentleman doesn't move his mouth, you two might as well listen to me?

Blood Begonia: If you can't do it, get out of the way, if you want to beg for your life, Blood Begonia will accompany you at any time.

Passing by is the arrogance of disdain, the indignation of the enemy who cannot be slashed.

Qingming Night: Master, wait for me, he really didn't kill the uncle, Master, wait for me!

Silent alleys, silent people, only corpses on the ground, telling silent grief.

[I want to eliminate the demon and defend the road, walk the four seas, and carry forward the Zhizi Gate. 】

The words of the past are still in my ears, and everything is like yesterday's sweet dream, which makes people indulge.

The cruel today is the most real reality, and life seems so humble at this moment.

Qianqiu Zhiye: Blood Begonia, I know the industry for Qianqiu, and I will definitely break your corpse into thousands of pieces!

Listen to the rain building, listen to the rain building, the illusionist Qi phantom doctor reappeared in the world after a hundred years, and the boy of the hat held his breath and did not dare to be careless.

With a wisp of furnace smoke, the flames of war arise!

The phantom doctor skillfully manipulates the mystery and opens up the situation with his hands. The famous sword of the hat boy is out of the sheath, and the air shocks in all directions.

Qi Fantasy Doctor: The Art of the Heart, the Lonely Remnant Ascends to the Moon.

The surrounding scene changed suddenly, the bright moon and the end of the world, who drank and talked about the end of the world.

The boy of the hat is calm and steady, but he is swaying with his sword spirit.

Illusory Doctor: The Art of the Heart, the River Sacrifice.

The waves swept the heavens and the earth.

Hat-Boy: The sword is pointing at the world.

Hats: Sword pulls quicksand.

A sword determines the world, and a sword opens life and death.

The scene of the sword edge is changing, the majestic face, and the heart is moving, it is the Yellow Spring.

Sen Sen white bones, dry bones and flowers, blink an eye, drunk are all open!

[Three thousand peach blossoms, three thousand elephants, one flower, one wine, one calm, friend, it's not good to expose people's scars. 】

The peach blossoms are all over the sky, the frost and snow are falling, the poems and sake are coming to the wind in the frost flowers, one step at a time, one step at a time, the art of the heart, broken.

Listening to the rain on the third floor, the Qi Phantom Doctor sat on a high platform, looked at the falling flowers all over the ground and was silent, and finally gave it to him.

[The master of the peach blossom, the poetry and wine are saved by tea. 】

In the nameless place, Tu Chengnu walked slowly, and suddenly, the white-clothed Shengxue appeared in front of her.

Bai Yixue: If you want to go like this, do you think Bai Yixue will allow it?

The wind blows ripples all over the ground.

Tu Chengnu: Listen to what Yulou told you.

Bai Yixue: Well, so my answer is, no.

Tu Chengnu: You should also know that what I decided will not change.

Bai Yixue: I know, otherwise you and Changqingmen would not have come to this day, but, Tu Cheng, go back with me, I can guarantee that Master will not do anything to you.

Tu Chengnu: Impossible.

Bai Yixue: It is only a matter of time before I inherit the Evergreen Gate, and I hope that the person who assists me is you.

Tu Chengnu: I'm sorry.

Bai Yixue: Heh, now you actually say these three words to me, but Bai Yixue also answered this way, if you want to go to the realm of death, it is impossible.

Tu Chengnu: You can't convince me, I can't stop you, then let's see the real chapter.

The green silk is scattered, the lonely river, and there is no wind and waves.

Bai Yixue: Is that so? Come on.

The white-clothed Xie was all over the world, and he smiled and slaughtered the city.

The dark cave, silent, a rickety figure walked forward in it, and suddenly, a person appeared behind him.

Danzhu: It's been a long time.

Lao Kusui: It turned out to be Lord Danzhu, I don't know what Lord Danzhu is looking for the old body, but the old body has been staying here with self-denial and dedication.

Danju: It's just that the clone went out a few times.

The hand that pinched the lifeblood of the person weighed three points, and the old withered man was unconscious. Low laughter echoed through the cavern.

Old wither: Lord Danzhu said with a smile, the old body and soul are tied here, how can you use the clone?

Danju: What did you say to him?

Lao Kusui: Whatever he asks, the old body will answer, and if Lord Danzhu wants to know anything, just ask him no.

Danju: He's playing with fire!

Old wither: If he can get what he wants, he is willing to play with fire and burn himself.

Letting go of the door, Danju turned around.

Danzhu: What you owe to this place is the reincarnation of the tenth life, if you are meddling in the world, you have tasted the taste of burning your heart.

Old wither: The old body thanked Lord Danzhu for reminding him.

The figure left, sneering incessantly.

Old wither: I will pay for the sins I have committed, but if someone finds the sin, how can I not fulfill it? O great god of slaughter, will you come to this land, the old body is looking forward to your coming.

The thunder rolled and resounded in the sky.

The divination man on the top of the mountain in the distance was in a state of flux, and the tortoise shell in his hand was suddenly cracked.