readx;? The cold wind began to howl, and the snow that blew like goose feathers in the sky was dancing non-stop, and the snow had been falling all night, but it had no intention of stopping. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Liu Jing turned his head from the chair with difficulty, looked at the snowfall outside the house, his eyes became more and more cloudy, he coughed hard, and wanted to reach out to support his chest, but found that the two withered hands couldn't lift up. The heart was blocked for a moment, this feeling was really uncomfortable, and I wanted to raise my hand and beat it twice.

Until the thin quilt draped on his body fell to the ground, a cold wind mixed with snow foam blew all over the house, which made Liu Jing scold his mother in his heart, and he couldn't do anything.

He was old, and he was nearing death.

However, thinking that he has lived for more than 100 years, Liu Jing has a question in his heart at this moment, that is, whether this life is worth it.

Counting the experiences of this generation in his heart, Liu Jing finally affirmed that he was not the protagonist at all, and he did not have a little aura on his body. Since crossing into this world, his path of cultivating immortals has always been extremely bumpy, and he has always stopped at the Qi cultivation period all his life, and he has not even entered the threshold of cultivation.

"The aura of the protagonist of bullshit ......" Liu Jing opened his mouth and muttered indistinctly, his teeth had fallen out three years ago, and he could only understand what he spoke.

It turned out that he was just an inconspicuous cannon fodder in the army from beginning to end.

Liu Jing turned his head again with difficulty, looking at the 17 tablets enshrined in the main hall of the room, which were the classmates who crossed over from the earth together back then. At that time, what did everyone do in the mountains? It seems that you have entered a cave and traveled to the current world, right?

At that time, everyone experienced all kinds of panic and fear when they first arrived in the other world, until they were rescued by a great sect of cultivating immortals, and after embarking on the road of cultivating immortals, how high-spirited the partners were at that time, and the classmates and teenagers in their prime thought that they were the protagonists and had their own halos.

There is no time for cultivating immortals, and it has been a hundred years in the world.

The youthful and energetic teenagers of the year were ruthlessly given birth, old age, sickness and death by the years, and none of the partners could build a successful foundation in the past hundred years, but in the end they could only leave the world one after another.

At that time, the most common thing that my friends said was that I hated attending the funeral the most.

There is no chance to pursue immortality, and all that can be obtained is the end of life.

The cold wind whistled more and more, and the snow foam poured into the house one by one, Liu Jing felt a little cold, and silently thought in his heart that he was afraid that he would not survive this winter, but his face was silly happy.

Liu Jing didn't die alone in the end, he also had a relative, that was the little white cat he brought on the earth back then, and the cat's name was Xin'er.

Liu Jing vaguely remembered that it was raining heavily that day, and he hid in the cave in order to avoid the rain, so as to pick up the embarrassed Xin'er. Later, he inexplicably crossed over to the other world, and Liu Jing took Xin'er to rely on each other for a long time, until he entered the Immortal Cultivation Sect. In the second year of cultivating immortals, Xin'er was selected by the spirit beast academy in the sect to cultivate, and in the next few decades, she opened the foundation for spiritual wisdom achievements.

Now that I think about it, the reason why I and my partners will be saved by the Immortal Cultivation Sect is probably related to Xin'er.

Suddenly thinking about it, Liu Jing slowly closed his eyes with a smile, he wanted to rest for a while. He was not afraid to sleep, he could never wake up again, he was used to the smell of death, and he was not worried about anything.

I don't know how long I slept, Liu Jing was confused, and felt the cold wind howling in his ears, which seemed to be smaller, silently thinking that the snowstorm should stop.

For a while, Liu Jing wanted to see if the snowstorm had really stopped, but found that he couldn't open his eyes. Liu Jing was awe-inspiring in his heart, this is going to die?

He still thought that when the snowstorm stopped, he would go to see his Xin'er, but at this moment he could only silently say in his heart: "Thief, but I don't even give ...... a chance to say goodbye to Xiao Xin."

The blizzard outside the house suddenly stopped, and this space seemed to be temporary. The fluttering goose feathers and heavy snow were still in the air, and the whistling wind stopped abruptly, leaving only silence.

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