The withered branches of the old trees beside the stone house shook in the breeze, and from time to time snow was shaken off from them. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Li Molan stood there with a cool body, looking at Han Sang's seemingly kind face, her heart was very cold.

Han Sang sighed, and suddenly asked, "By the way, junior, have you ever seen a monster?"

Li Molan said coldly: "What monster?"

Han Sang hesitated for a moment and said, "A monster with chaotic qi burning all over your body. ”

Li Molan was taken aback and said, "The Spirit of Annihilation?

Han Sang was stunned and said, "The Spirit of Extermination, how is it that kind of monster? This is impossible?"

"How is it impossible?" Li Molan said lightly: "If it weren't for being caught in front and back by that kind of monster, how could I have come to the snow field in a cornered way, and then meet you again?"

Han Sang said coldly: "You junior, don't talk nonsense, what kind of soul of extinction is the old man still recognizes, that is the existence of the destruction of the realm, the number of qi in the tomb of Yubei is not exhausted, how can there be a soul of extinction?"

"Believe it or not. Li Molan said coldly.

Han Sang was silent for a while.

He glanced at the snow in the distance, then at the black mountain wall in the distance, and finally his gaze rested on the branches of the trees beside the stone house, and he stopped talking.

"Really...... Soul of Annihilation?" Han Sang said suddenly.

Of course, he had already determined what Li Molan said in his heart, but he was still a little unimaginable.

How is this possible?

"You know it yourself, and you still need to ask me?" Li Molan said.

Han Sang frowned and said, "But...... Why is this monster happening?"

Li Molan said calmly: "What if the Yubei Tomb is going to be destroyed?"

Han Sang said directly: "This is impossible!"

Li Molan secretly thought that this categorical appearance was carved out of the same mold as Murong Yuluo, but the spirit of extinction had already appeared, could there be any other explanation?

He looked at the wolf-skinned old man in front of him expressionlessly, without saying a word, and this silence was already the best answer and confirmation.

Han Sang sat on the stone bench and sighed, "It is indeed the Spirit of Extinction...... Could it be that the Yubei Tomb is really going to perish?"

Li Molan said lightly: "Senior, even if I die, I'm afraid you will have to follow in my footsteps in a short time, anyway, you have been in the snow field for a hundred years, there must be no way to get out, and then on the Nai He Bridge in the underworld, we can have a long talk." ”

After Han Sang confirmed this, he was much more indifferent, he looked up at the sky, suddenly burst into tears, and suddenly burst into tears, crying and laughing like a crazy demon.

Li Molan frowned, thinking to himself that this old thief had lost his mind and gone crazy, but thinking that he would become the meal of this crazy old thief, he still couldn't help but feel a chill, thinking that it was a big deal to use the sword intent left by the withered old man to give this old thief a common fate.

Han Sang wiped away his muddy old tears, and said in a low voice: "The old man has been living secretly for more than a hundred years, but he can't get out of this Fan Cage Snow Field, and he will devour people's lives eight or nine times, and he should be unhappy if he is rewarded by the Heavenly Dao Wheel." ”

Li Molan said: "Where is the retribution? How many lives have you killed, so you have come to retribution, if it is really a good person who does not live long and live for a thousand years, you can live for a hundred years, it is really this God who does not open his eyes." ”

Han Sang smiled, with tears in the corners of his eyes: "Yes, the old man is indeed a scourge for thousands of years, although the old man boasts that he has lost his humanity and is a wolf-hearted person, but he is described by you like this, but he feels that he deserves it." ”

Li Molan looked at the tears that kept flowing from the corners of the old thief's eyes, frowned, and stopped talking.

Of course, this old thief doesn't need to shed tears to show himself, so who are he shedding tears to?

Han Sang said regretfully: "Why isn't the old man dead?"

Li Molan sneered: "When this Yubei Tomb completely collapses, you should die." ”

Han Sang didn't answer, the two were silent, Li Molan also knew that he couldn't leave, so he simply sat in the snow and meditated alone, while the old thief in the wolf skin jacket sat calmly on the stone bench, wiping away his tears, while looking at the corner of the snowfield exposed on the edge of the mountain range in the distance, not knowing what he was looking at.

After a long time, Li Molan finally raised a trace of true qi, dispelled the chill on his body, and wondered why this old thief hadn't eaten himself yet, but saw the old thief in a wolfskin coat sitting on the stone bench with his eyes down, as if he had fallen asleep.

Li Molan was a little inexplicable, what does it mean to eat quickly and hang herself here? Still dozing off, she is not afraid that while he is asleep, she will go up and stab him to death with a sword?

The old thief in the wolfskin coat who was sitting quietly and pretending to sleep suddenly said, "Junior, the old man can let you go." ”

Li Molan was stunned, looked at him in disbelief, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Although it is the prey in the hands of the other party, a person of such an age is not always interested in playing with himself, but what does it mean to let himself go?

Could it be that this self-proclaimed old thief who has destroyed humanity repents and wants to let himself go to atone for his sins?

Han Sang tightened the big jacket on his body, opened his eyes, and said with a smile: "I don't know if you have any hope, but I think among the cultivators I have met over the years, you are the most promising." ”

Li Molan asked, "What hope?"

"Get out. Han Sang said: "The old man thinks that you can get out of the snow field and go outside before the collapse of the Yubei Tomb." ”

Li Molan thought to himself that this was really looking down on himself, and then he asked, "What does this have to do with you letting me go?"

Han Sang smiled in his eyes, this appearance was really kind and kind to the extreme: "It's almost the same to say that it is repentant, and it is not bad to say that it is dying, the appearance of the soul of extinction indicates the destruction of this small world, the old man feels that his life has come to an end, if he leaves a good fate, even if he eats you, how many more years can the old man live? ”

Li Molan shook her head and said honestly: "Then you really look up to the boy." ”

Han Sang said: "Whether this snow field can go out or not, it is purely the people, not the road, the people who can go out will always be able to go out, and the people who can't go out will be like me, trapped here for the rest of their lives, and they won't be able to get out for thousands of years, and the heavens and the earth are about to collapse, and if you eat to continue your life, you can only look at this cold winter and snow for a few more years." ”

"You juniors like snow, like to watch the snow, enjoy the snow and play in the snow, because it is so poetic, but I don't like it very much, old man. The old man has lived in the snow field for a hundred years, and it is really greasy to see this snow, and I can't wait to never see white things in the next life, even if I eat you kid, I just live here and watch the snow for a few more years, and it is no different from torturing myself. After a hundred years of life, although the old man is a cultivator, he is already content to live for a hundred years, and when he dies, why should he recreate and kill evil?"

Li Molan was still puzzled.

At that time, the old man suddenly woke up. Han Sang sighed.

After a hundred years of life, there are always things that cannot be remedied, so you can only do something to atone for your sins in the days to come.

Li Molan understood, and some didn't understand, so she said: "You should have woken up a long time ago." ”

Han Sang said with a smile: "But at that time, the old man didn't know that this Yubei tomb was about to collapse, and now there are a few people who will die." ”

Li Molan shook her head, thinking to herself, what are you calling it to wake up?

However, he still said honestly: "That junior should probably be grateful?"

Han Sang waved his hand and said, "The old man has no kindness to you, what do you want to be grateful, but if you can really go out and help the old man bring something to someone." ”

Li Molan had expected it and asked curiously: "What is it?"

Han Sang got up, patted off the snow, shook off the silver suit on his body, turned around and walked into the stone house, and after a while, he walked out with a hairpin.

This is a very ordinary hairpin, there is nothing unusual, it should be made of some kind of jade, the whole body is white, it can be seen that it has been wiped clean, although it is very old, it is spotless.

Li Molan probably understood something.

Han Sang looked at the hairpin, and there were countless pictures in his cloudy old eyes, and finally said softly: "An old man who brought the old man, if she is gone, you can throw it into the North Sea." ”

Li Molan cherished the hosta and put it in her arms.

Han Sang said: "A female disciple named Han Ling'er who was brought to Long Qianfeng, it's just that time has passed, if she is still there now, then Xiao Nizi should also be an elder...... At that time, I will help the old man tell me, and say, "I've helped you get the hairpin back for my brother!" ”

I've got the hairpin back for you.

That's it?

Li Molan was shocked, as if she was resonated, and the hosta in her arms seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

Is this the long-cherished wish that this old man in a wolfskin coat has been waiting for for a hundred years?!

Li Molan didn't ask what story was hidden behind this hosta, which could make a person remember it after a hundred years, and even this old man's strayed into the snow field may have something to do with it...... He didn't ask, and the old man tacitly didn't mention it.

He just said seriously: "If you can, you will not be dishonored." ”

He said it very seriously, which made the old man feel very relieved, very relieved, and that trust did not come from nowhere.

The old man laughed and said, "After a hundred years, it is finally the old man's wish." ”

There was a look of remembrance in his eyes.

The things of a hundred years ago seem vague, but as long as you pick up this hairpin, you will remember everything and forget nothing.

He clearly remembered that he and his sister Han Ling'er worshiped into Longqian Peak together and became two disciples of Longqian Peak, but what a world of difference in status? At that time, he also knew that his talent was mediocre, and he couldn't compare to his sister who was improving by leaps and bounds, and under the care and protection of his sister all day long, he never fulfilled the responsibilities of a brother, and even the quota to enter the tomb in Yubei was begged for by his sister, and a man always relied on his sister to take care of him, what kind of punishment is this, what kind of eyes are suffered, but he still hasn't suffered it silently? !

In the Yubei tomb, my sister's favorite little hosta given to her by her mother was taken away by a demon vulture, and he said to his sister, for my brother, I will help you take the hairpin back, this is the last bit of responsibility that my brother can fulfill. Then I chased out, chased and chased, and as a result, the hairpin was grabbed, but the person strayed into the snowfield, and it was not found for more than a hundred years, I am afraid that my sister had already mistakenly thought that she was dead, right?

I thought I had abandoned human nature, and I thought I had become a demon, but when I saw the hosta, I clearly knew that I hadn't really become a demon.

The old man in the wolfskin coat kept pouring out tears in his eyes, blurring his sockets.

Han Sang muttered to himself: "Ling'er, Brother Hairpin has found it back for you." ”

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