Smash the temple!

Hearing Wang Shisanlang's trembling voice, Fan Xian, who was lying on Wuzhu's back, couldn't help but shudder. He looked at the two companions not far away in front of him, unable to speak, he knew that Thirteen Lang was telling the truth, because the pale faces and extremely complicated eyes of Haitang and Thirteen Lang revealed a qiē - there are really not many things in the world that can make these two people frightened into such a quail-like thing.

Fan Xian coughed violently twice, but he couldn't say anything, only felt that his scalp was a little numb, and the hairs pierced his head like needles one by one, and there was an uncontrollable pain and fear.

Naturally, he wasn't afraid that after the temple was smashed, the old man who had condensed into a point of light would immediately kill himself with a weapon of mass destruction--it was just that the ruins of the docent were ruined, and if they were smashed, what was he afraid of? He was worried about the person in front of him, and he was worried that Wuzhu would remember his temple guard duty after hearing the news that the temple had been smashed.

But in an instant, Fan Xian changed his mind, when the temple was smashed, Uncle Wuzhu must have known the movement inside, but he hadn't moved before, so he didn't necessarily have to move at this time, right? He was doing extravagant hopes in his heart, because he was really fragile to the extreme, and he couldn't deal with it fiercely anymore, he spent a whole night, and finally fought with his life, only to shake the cold heart under the black cloth, and persuade Wuzhu to leave with him, if there was another incident at this time, he was only afraid that he wanted to die!

Of course Fan Xian wouldn't blame Haitang and Wang Shisanlang, he knew that the two partners were looking at him and seeing that they were going to die, and they couldn't bear to see it, so they made such an extremely bold move, and maybe it was because the temple was smashed that Uncle Wuzhu lost a shackle on his soul that he would change from a statue to a living person?

As soon as he thought of this, he was even more grateful to Haitang and Wang Shisanlang, because he knew that these two were not himself, he had the knowledge and insight of the previous life, in their hearts, especially in Haitang's heart, she had been serving the temple all her life, and at this moment she actually smashed the temple for herself!

Several thoughts passed through Fan Xian's mind like streamers, and he stared nervously at the thin and steady shoulders of Uncle Wuzhu in front of him.

Wuzhu didn't move.

............ When Fan Xian coughed up blood and tried to wake up Wuzhu, Haitang and Wang Shisanlang floated in through the door of the temple that opened a crack, at that time, Fan Xian's whole mind was on Wuzhu in front of him, and he didn't pay attention at all, and Wuzhu seemed to ignore it because of some kind of emotional upheaval relationship.

So Haitang and Wang Shisanlang went in and smashed it, and after smashing it, they came out, like thugs who raided their homes and destroyed their households, but at this moment their bodies were still trembling, and the paleness on their faces did not improve in the slightest, because they never thought that they could not only come to visit the temple in their lives, but also smash the things in the temple into a mess!

In the eyes of the world, the status of the temple is so lofty, how ethereal, and they have seen it with their own eyes some time ago, the immortal floating in the air, they are not like Fan Xian, they dare to be disrespectful to the kind of existence that is completely beyond human imagination, and they have never had the luxury of expecting that they can defeat the immortal!

So when they entered the temple, they just wanted to disturb the divine thoughts of the temple immortals, so that Fan Xian could find a chance to rescue the blind master, but who knows...... They smashed the temple so lightly!

The immortal stared in the air, and Haitang and Wang Shisanlang thought they were blind and didn't look at it at all, because they didn't dare to look at it. The voice of the immortal sounded in their ears, and they thought that they were deaf, and did not listen at all, because they did not dare to hear, so they trembled, thinking that they would die, and went in and smashed it indiscriminately, and the result was ...... The immortal was gone.

The most wonderful and incredible thing in the world is nothing more than this, so that when Haitang and Wang Shisanlang stood trembling outside the temple gate at this moment, they still couldn't believe their previous experience in the temple.

Uncle Wuzhu didn't move, Fan Xian relaxed a little, looked at the two idiotic partners in front of him stupidly, thinking that the way of the world was really a little unclear, and after a while, he moistened his throat with saliva, and felt that he could speak, so he said hoarsely: "You guys are so strong." ”

............ The desolate snowfield was covered with cold snow, and the sky was gray and it was impossible to distinguish whether it was day or night, only endless wind and snow rolled between the ice field and the snow hills, obscuring most of the light, and in the dead silence, occasionally a few dog barks that were not very loud were heard, waking up the silence of this far northern snowfield for tens of thousands of years.

Several sleds were braving the wind and snow to make their way south, and on the sleigh at the front stood a young man with a wooden stick, squinting in the direction of the wind and snow. The second sleigh was particularly tightly arranged, with a canopy in front of it to protect against wind and snow, and on the sleigh a pale young man was half-lying in the arms of a girl's house, but the girl was covered in a leather jacket, and she couldn't tell what her figure was.

At the back of the sleigh procession, a young man in a cloth suit, with a black cloth on his eyes, followed not far away, the sled was pulled by the snow dog, and he was not walking slowly, but the blind boy walked steadily, seemingly unhappy, but in fact he was not pulled down at all.

Fan Xian turned his neck slightly, and glanced back at the back of the team, Uncle Wuzhu, who was walking step by step in the ice and snow, with a faint sadness and disappointment in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, closed his eyes again, and began to heal the injuries in his body with the vitality overflowing between the wind and snow in the sky.

Dozens of snow dogs have died in this difficult journey, and only eleven headed by Ah Da Ah Er are left, these snow dogs have probably never been to such a cold place in the north in their lives, and the instinct of the animals makes them a little panicked, so under the suppression of Wang Shisanlang, they still can't stop barking at the gray sky a few times, fortunately, this road is already the second time, otherwise I really don't know if these snow dogs will be frightened by the eternal ice and snow and the world without a trace of vitality.

After coming down from the snowy mountain, Wuzhu still remained indifferent and silent, just following Fan Xian's team from a distance, without saying a word, he still didn't remember anything, or should it be said, he didn't know anything, he was just a cold shell, but because of the light in the soul, he got down the snowy mountain, left the temple, and began to walk south with the sleigh procession - if Wuzhu had a soul at this time.

So Fan Xian was sad and disappointed, he didn't know how long this situation would last, he didn't know if Uncle Wuzhu would wake up, if he really couldn't wake up, this Wuzhu was still not the other Wuzhu.

A snowflake was blown by a strong wind in the air, and floated into the sleigh along a strange curve, covering Fan Xian's eyes, Begonia was slightly stunned, and was about to use his fingers to brush away this snowflake, but Fan Xian opened his eyes, looked at her and smiled slightly.

With a gentle smile with a hint of inexplicable taste, Begonia avoided her eyes and looked at Wang Shisanlang standing in the snow in front of her, but her face was faintly red, since the two first met, it has been several years now, she has rarely shown such a little daughter in front of Fan Xian, but this time she went deep into the far north snowfield, went up to the temple, and did not know that she had experienced something that mortal people had never experienced in several lifetimes, and Begonia Duoduo's heart was no longer what it was at the beginning.

Fan Xian saw that she avoided his eyes, his smile did not fade, but he felt warm in his heart, the temple was smashed, and the impact on his mood was the greatest, because he knew that Haitang and Wang Shisanlang were going with a mortal heart at that time, and the most important thing was that these two people had to suppress their innate admiration and fear of the temple, this kind of friendship is rare in the world.

His eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze passed through the wind and snow, and fell on the big snowy mountain far behind him, according to the theory, the big snowy mountain should have been invisible for a long time, but he always felt that the snow-capped mountain was there, and the temple was there.

In the snowy mountains, Fan Xian finally entered the temple again, and also saw the wolf appearance in the temple, his mood was extremely complicated, and there were some faint thoughts of sadness and pity, after all, it was the last remnant of his own world, if it was really destroyed in his own hands...... Fortunately, it was not to Fan Xian's surprise, those points of light condensed again, and the old man of the temple who was gentle and ruthless appeared again, perhaps because the temple had already judged that the first and last messenger in the temple had escaped from control, so he didn't say anything nonsense about clearing the target again.

Even Fan Xian didn't find out where the temple was, or where the center of the last military museum was, and Haitang and Wang Shisanlang probably only destroyed some ancillary facilities.

In the temple, Fan Xian had a final conversation with the old man, as for what was discussed, only Fan Xian himself knew, after this conversation, Fan Xian resolutely left the temple, leaving the old man alone in the snowy mountain.

Leave you for a lifetime, and when the temple is self-reliant, you can also survive the perception, Lao Tzu will die of you alone!

This is Fan Xian's revenge on the temple, because he believes that in such a cold and snowy place, without material support, it is impossible for the temple to make any demon moths, and if it really has this ability, it will not watch the messengers in the temple die one by one, and there is no way at all.

Besides, there are still five bamboos in the world.

Fan Xian smiled slightly, looking at the blind uncle walking in the snow at the back of the team, his mood was extremely complicated, Uncle Wuzhu was rescued, but once he returned to the south, what would he face? At this time, he was already fearless, but he was only a little sentimental.