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"It's kind of interesting!"

In the handrail of the straight corridor of the wooden building, the young man in white smiled and said, "It's really interesting." ”

Behind him, Uncle Ku's face was still cold, but there was an extra scholar in Tsing Yi next to him, his eyes flashing faintly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The winter of Wuli City is not cold, and the plum tree planted in front of the wooden building is not refreshing because there is no cold blowing and pruning, and a light branch stretches obliquely in front of the young man, and it is dotted with a few pink and tender white buds, which are lazy and delicate.

The cold breeze occasionally passed, the slanting branches gradually swayed, but the tightly bundled petals did not move at all, quietly showing pride, and the craggy bones waiting for the wind and frost.

The young man lowered his head, looked at the few buds rubbed by the friction with his sleeves, and frowned slightly. He thought to himself that the plum blossom seemed to be iron-clad, but in fact it was just a weak willow: he couldn't even afford such a caress, how could he be called a gentleman in flowers?

The so-called proud wind and frost pretty branches are just a short-term scenery supported by rhizomes: if there is really bitter cold, I am afraid that I can only end up with residual flowers falling into the sludge.

Suddenly feeling irritable, he said, "It's a little fake. ”

Uncle Ku stood up like a javelin, and he didn't hear the words of the young man. The scholar in Tsing Yi took over the conversation and said: "It is not easy to do this at the age of a teenager. ”

"That's right. ”

The young man came to his senses at the right time, couldn't help but laugh at himself, and said, "Is this the thirst for talent?"

The scholar said: "Mrs. Mei said that this eight-fingered young man has an extremely heavy evil spirit, and once it is revealed, it can make her have no courage to resist. I've seen it up close, but I can't see the clue at all. But judging from his shots, this person seems to be mild-hearted, but he is actually extremely ruthless. If the young master wants to use him, he needs to be careful. ”

Uncle Ku suddenly snorted coldly, his face showing disdain. The young man noticed it and said, "What does Uncle Ku think?"

Uncle Ku said: "Acting and being pretentious. ”

The young man shook his head and said, "Although Su Mei's cultivation is low, her intuition is still trustworthy. ”

Uncle Ku said: "The exercise is broken, and the heart is cowardly after the backlash, which is normal. ”

After a slight pause, he said: "If the young master doesn't believe it, the old man will know it after a try." ”

The young man was dumbfounded, thinking that he should not ask you for his goodness, anyway, it is this sentence no matter what, but Uncle Ku is the same as the young man, he does not leave the slightest room to shoot, how can he say that he will try.

He said: "It's good to have them, just to see the real strength of this person, and ......"

The scholar spoke at this time: "The young master is worried about his mind and body?"

The young man smiled slightly and said, "Before the war, he still has to take into account the feelings of a little girl, and he doesn't need to worry about his heart. As for his position, it's just a trivial matter. ”

"No matter what kind of body he is, since he stays in a place like Mujiazhai, he is just a wanderer now. Could it be that with the respect of my young master of burning spirits, I can't use him. ”

"Then again, wouldn't it be nice if he really had some great background. I neither expose nor make things difficult, and I will not make a good karma in vain. ”

The scholar was still uneasy, and said, "If he offends someone......

The young man waved his hand and said, "Although the Burning Spirit Clan is no longer in the past, not everyone can be bullied.

In the Demon Domain, there are not many people who can make me jealous, he is a weak boy, and what great enemy can he have. As long as I am qualified as a holy son, there is nothing I can do. ”

After listening to the young man's words, the scholar concluded that the young master had indeed moved his heart to cherish his talents, and then said: "Since this is the case, it is better for me to go now." This son is only a teenager after all, and if they are injured by the angry flag, it will not be beautiful. ”...,

"No, I don't. ”

The young man's expression turned cold, and he said, "I don't care about his origin, it doesn't mean that others don't care." If he was killed, he would have done me a favor. ”

The scholar's body was slightly cold, and he knew that the young master was not as confident as he appeared to be: before he couldn't come up with a more hode method, he still used the method of fake hands to others.

A cold wind suddenly blew, and in the hazy sky, pieces of crystal white fell with it: the petals gradually thickened, and there was a bit of crowding. The plum blossom was happy, and the branches swayed gently, as if to stretch their muscles and bones, and fight to their heart's content, which symbolized the cold and beautiful Dongling.

"It's snowing?"

The young man looked at the little brightness that fell on the white sleeves and lost his mind slightly.

The scholar was also a little strange, looked up at the sky, and said to himself: "I didn't think it was just now, why did it suddenly snow?"

Neither of them noticed in their confusion that the plum branch was moving away from the young man's side, and several buds on the branch were blooming at a visible speed, as if mocking someone's frivolity.

"It's snowing. Uncle Ku said affirmatively.

A little snowflake fluttered and fell, blown into various shapes by the cold wind, like the hand of heaven caressing the earth, revealing a different kind of peace.

On the ground, a huge blood plum bloomed. Snowflakes fall in them, melting and diluting them, painting them more delicate, or poignant.

In the midst of the plum blossoms, a filthy human body writhed gently, occasionally letting out a few wails, hoarse, complaining, and despairing.

There has always been little snow in Wuli City, and even in the middle of winter, people rarely see the traces of these white elves. However, for some reason, not only is the snow falling before the season arrives, but it is also very violent, and at first it is just a little bit, and in the blink of an eye, it is already goose white everywhere: filling in the blanks is more like turning into a sea of cotton wool, sprinkling and circling, and it has a violent meaning.

The chill brought by the snowflakes gradually thickened, and the blood on the bluestone lost its delicacy and slowly froze into purple brown, and the vitality of the flow was insufficient, and finally it was frozen. Their vitality is gone, and their destiny is destined to sleep on the earth, to return to the beginning.

Like the human body.

The snowflakes continued to fall, with tenderness and calling, with coldness and solemnity, burying everything.

The sky and the earth are one color, the streets are one color, the pedestrians are one color, and the bluestone ground is finally one color, and the slightest abnormality can be seen.

Except for the bulging bag, which looked like a new grave.

Someone rushed from afar, stopped a little farther away, looked at the new white tomb with sad and incredulous eyes, and then turned to hatred and resentment, and invested in Thirteen Lang.

They are the people of the Ruka tribe.

They didn't dare to come forward, but watched.

Thirteen Lang's face was as calm as a rock, and his gaze swept over the angry or indifferent crowd around him, and his eyes were a little sarcastic.

From Qiu Ba's attack to the time when he was beaten into a crippled man, the time is not long, but it is not too short: however, neither the three foreign monks nor the angry envoy himself have come to their rescue.

They just watched, calmly and indifferently, without making a move or opening their mouth, as if everything had nothing to do with them.

The timid people quietly walked away, and in the blink of an eye, there was an empty space all around.

The Angry Banner Envoy was no longer angry, his figure was like a mountain, his breath was long and long, his eyes were sharp with a hint of awe, and he said: "This Burning Spirit Clan Banner Envoy, who are you?"

Thirteen Lang replied calmly, "I'm Xiao Bazhi. ”

The angry flag envoy said in a mocking tone: "Xiao Bazhi of Mujiazhai?"

Jusan Lang smiled and didn't speak.

The Angry Banner Envoy said, "You are of a foreign race. ”

Thirteen Lang did not admit or deny it, his eyes glanced at the three Dou Kasa monks, and said, "They are aliens. ”...,

The horned people are born with short horns, and often cover their heads with hats, if you judge from the appearance, the three are undoubtedly more like aliens than Thirteen Lang.

The Angry Banner Envoy looked at Thirteen Lang coldly and said, "Killing the Burning Spirit Disciple in my five departure cities, no matter who you are, you will have to pay the price." ”

Things have developed to such an extent that a fool would think that Shisanlang was a native of the mountains: however, it is undoubtedly absurd to be convicted of a crime in Wuli City just because of his alien status.

"First, he is not a disciple of the Burning Spirit, and second, he is not dead. ”

Jusan Lang refuted the reasons of the angry flag envoy one by one, and said, "Third, I am justified in self-defense. ”

He sighed and said, "None of this is important, important things, Wuli City is not your Wuli City." ”

Unmoved, the Angry Banner Envoy said, "It's not mine, is it yours?"

Thirteen Lang shook his head and said, "Of course it's not mine, I want to tell you, according to the rules set by the Four Treasure Garden...... If this rule works, I can't do anything wrong. If you need to find an excuse to do me, it's better to find another time. ”

"I've also heard that according to the rules of the Burning Spirit Clan...... If this rule is useful, the Banner Envoy does not have much power over the area under his jurisdiction, but is only responsible for selecting those with outstanding qualifications. In other words, even if I'm wrong, it's not your turn. ”

Telling a simple truth in a calm tone, Jusan Lang said, "If you can't cover the sky with one hand, don't want to dress up brilliantly, that's not interesting." ”

These words are undoubtedly true, at least on the surface. However, everyone understands that what is on the surface is often an excuse to find solace for the naïve, simple and good-natured, just as the angry flag makes it impossible to be as irritable and irritable as it seems, and who would be stupid enough to say it in public.

If it is not suitable to speak, Shisanlang said it on this occasion, not only did it seem naïve, but it also seemed particularly spicy and spicy.

The angry flag made his face change slightly, and it was gradually difficult to remain calm. He can not care about the strength of Thirteen Lang, or he can not care about his alien status, and the addition of the two naturally involves a problem.

His background!

In front of the surrounding tribes, the Angry Banner Envoy is certainly powerful and majestic, but if he is taken outside, or even only within the Burning Spirit Clan, he is nothing. Once you provoke someone who shouldn't be provoked, where is a dead word.

"Could it be the shadow laid by the young master, or is it"

The death of a tribal patriarch will only hurt the face of the angry banner, and it is not a big deal.

However, on the flip side, if the other side is bluffing...... While thinking about it, the angry envoy didn't feel a little hesitant.

At this time, Thirteen Lang seemed to be afraid that the matter would not be big enough, or that he was afraid that Xun Po would step down in anger, so he provoked again.

He said, "A dog, why don't you listen to me, take it home and tie it up, and that's it." ”

When he said this, Jusan Lang didn't look at the angry envoy, as if he was speaking into the air.

The Angry Banner Envoy is finally furious!

Well written, quite good, ask for a monthly pass!

Uh, by the way, today's Singles' Day, it's just one chapter...... Tomorrow I will try to give you a little third ....... Bring the master

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Title: The Immortal Soul

Author: Dust Watcher

Introduction: A young man, who stepped into the cultivation world in ignorance, was simply dedicated to saving his father, and never thought that one by one secrets would follow!

This is a shocking conspiracy

Where is the black hand behind it, peeling back the cocoon layer by layer, but the truth is difficult to discern.

Is the boy a pawn or a variable?

When everything he cherishes is gone, he falls into the way of killing, blood and tears are dried, his body is destroyed, and his soul is immortal!

Heaven and earth can be destroyed, but my relatives will live forever!" His persistence makes everything come true!

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