Chapter 120 More than 19,000

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Death will always stretch time very long, and the second before death will be a minute on weekdays, a day, or even a lifetime, Xia He is "dead" again, but there is no ethereal feeling like a different world. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He knew very well that when he died, he could not see the hot dazzling white light that made people unable to open their eyes, and he knew that he would not see gods when he died.

So he didn't die, he just disappeared, and he came here after disappearing.

It's just that he came here, and he still has no intention of recovering, but the black fog on his body has stopped dissipating, and even the black fog that he dissipated before is now gathering a little, and his body, which was almost invisible, is now condensed again.

But Xia He, whose body was condensed, still had no intention of waking up, as if he was really dead, closed his eyes, breathing, and lifeless.

It is also possible that Xia He is really dead, but now he is lying there with nothing more than an empty shell, simply reunited by the black mist devoured by those red flower souls.

Just energy, not consciousness.

But there were still a few figures in front of him, I couldn't count how many, sometimes there were three, sometimes they were intertwined into two, and sometimes there was even only one human form, and sometimes those red shadows turned into a red mist, and there were countless figures in the red mist.

Only the figures in the red flowers and the red mist know, whether it is the souls hidden in the stamens of the red flowers, or the figures that appear in this strange space now, there are no countless ways, and there are only more than 19,000 and 68 red flowers outside.

Originally, there were more than 19,000 and 71 flowers, but later three died.

Originally, there were more than 19,000 and seventy-one people, but later one died in Daimyo Castle and two died in the wasteland.

The man who died in the city of Daming was not famous in Dayin or among the people of the wasteland, but the emperor of Dayin knew that he was a master who was very good at concealment, and the king of the great wilderness knew that many of his famous generals had died at the hands of an unknown person. The people who really knew that person were his brothers, who were their third brother, the eldest who was closest to them except for the eldest and second brothers.

He is called the Seven Lakes, the seven is the seven of the yellow flowers that are not fragrant, and the lake is the lake of the flat land and the quiet lake.

But he died, died in a small city of Dayin, a hundred years ago in which there was no Xiongcheng called the Daimyofu, because they didn't need such a city to guard their northern frontier, and their northern frontier was still further north, and there was a river on the edge of that wasteland, and where the river meandered was a city.

It was a small river, but it was not a small city, but now the river is still there, but the city is no more.

Just like the soldiers represented by those red flowers, they are no longer there.

Few people in the world know the names of the Seven Lakes, but many know the names of the other two people.

The two men who died in the wasteland.

One surname Xia, the summer flower of the brilliant summer, the other surname of the flower, the summer flower of the brilliant flower.

These are two very famous people, people who were very famous a hundred years ago, whether it is in Dayin or in the Great Wilderness, many people have heard their names. Among them, General Xia is even more famous.

But no matter how famous they are, here, in the eyes of those souls, in the eyes of those red flowers, they are just the eldest brother, just the second brother. It's the same as the third brother of the Seven Lakes, and the same is true of the fourth brother and the fifth brother.

There are still many people who call them the eldest brother and the second brother, starting from the Seven Lakes and going down, there are more than 19,000 and 69 people.

They don't always call it that, they only call it that way when they fight in the wasteland, but when they get to the people, they all call the eldest brother General Xia, and the second brother General Hua.

Except for the eldest brother and the second brother, even the third brother, no one is a general anymore, because a general has only one general, and there is only one general among them, so there is only one general, but they are still friends, brothers, and family members of the general.

So they have always had a name, they were given the surname Xia, and they were replaced by the nobles of Da Yin as Xia Jiajun, but when this name was mentioned, the second brother would always frown.

So the second brother prefers their other name, the name called by those brave and warlike wasters in the Great Wilderness.

Northern Wolves.

There are more than nineteen thousand seventy-one people in the northern wolf.

But there are only 19,000 or 68 figures, or ghosts, here.

"Is he really an old man?" came the voice of a person speaking from those red and changing figures, porcelain and porcelain, so unpleasant.

Of course, he was referring to Xia He, because there was only one person now, a ghost cultivator who they thought was a human.

In addition, there are many ghosts, and the answer to him is another ghost, which is also unusual, because the exit is still another ghost that is connected by the previous ghost, but it is not the same person at all.

It was discernible from his voice, it was like the chirping of a kingfisher, like the voice of a woman.

"Of course, the ghost fish said yes, of course. There was a lot of boredom in his tone, not boredom with his brother, just boredom with the fish.

It's just that after saying this, no one spoke again for a long time, and even the change of the ghost red mist stagnated a little.

After a long time, a sigh came, but it was another person's voice.

"When are we going to rely on that beast to judge the offspring of the eldest brother?"

is talking about sighing, and the natural words are full of melancholy that cannot be dissolved, and the person who speaks seems to be a scholar, and there is a poor sour taste without fame.

He had just finished his exclamation when he was refuted by another person. It's still the playful female voice from before.

"Scholar, why do you want to mention the guy who killed us in Huangquan?"

There was anger in his voice, but there was no one who did not hear the general sadness in the words.

"Cui, aren't you the one who mentioned that guy?"

It's still the scholar, but the helplessness in his words this time is becoming more and more obvious.

"It's not me, it's the guy, it's him who said this kid belongs to the eldest brother's family. ”

The woman threw the responsibility to the porcelain guy from before.

"Sister Cui, I didn't say it, you mentioned the boss a lot more times than me on weekdays. ”

The porcelain-sounding guy is not a master to mess with, but he doesn't dare to say a few more words in front of that Cui sister.

"Hmph, it's not that I'm cursing him for not dying well. "Sister Cui is really a little master with sharp teeth, and she can't spare a little loss, so she just cares about pushing back the words. "Whoever let him harm our brothers died at his hands. ”

"But Sister Cui, you were still very happy drinking that day. ”

It was the porcelain man who said this.

"But Cui, do you really believe that it was a game set up by the eldest brother?"

This is what the poor scholar said.

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Good luck to you, say good to make up, but maybe the next chapter will be late.