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 partners not far in front of him, and couldn't speak.

He knew that Thirteen Lang was telling the truth, because the pale faces and unusually complicated eyes of Begonia and Thirteen Lang revealed everything—there were really not many things in the world that could make these two of them frightened into such quails.

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 was not afraid that after the temple was smashed, the old man who had condensed into a spot of light would immediately kill himself with weapons of mass destruction -- it was just that the ruins of the docent were broken and smashed and smashed, what was he afraid of? He was worried about the person in front of him, and he was worried that after Wuzhu heard the news of the temple being smashed, he would remember his temple guard duty.

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 move at this time, right? He was making extravagant hopes in his heart, because he was really physically and mentally fragile to the extreme, and he could no longer deal with it vigorously, he spent a whole day and a 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 thought of serving the temple all her life, and this household actually smashed the temple for herself!

Several thoughts passed through Fan Xian's mind like a light flash. He stared nervously at Uncle Wuzhu's thin and steady shoulders 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 to it at all, and Wuzhu seemed to ignore it because of some emotional ups and downs.

So Haitang and Wang Shisanlang went in and smashed it, and came out after smashing, like a thug who raided the house and wiped out the household, but they never thought that they could not only come to the temple in this life, 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 a few days ago, the immortal floating in the air, they are not like Fan Xian, they dare to be disrespectful to that kind of existence that is completely beyond human imagination, and they have never expected that they can defeat the immortal!

So when they entered the temple, they had the belief that they would die, 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 knew that they would smash the temple so easily!

The immortal stared in the air, and Haitang and Wang Shisanlang thought that they were blind and did not listen at all, because they did not dare to listen, so they trembled, thinking that they would die, and smashed it in the past, and the immortal disappeared like that.

The most wonderful and incredible thing in the world is nothing more than this, so that when Haitang and Thirteen Lang stood outside the temple gate tremblingly, 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 this 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 are so strong. There is cold snow floating on the desolate snowfield, and the sky is gray and can't tell whether it is daytime or black usury, only the endless wind and snow rolls, passing between the ice field and the snow mounds, obscuring most of the light, in a dead silence, Occasionally, a few not-so-loud dog barks woke up the silence of this far northern snowfield for tens of thousands of years.

Several sleds were braving the wind and snow to walk towards the south, and on the sleigh at the front stood a young man with a wooden stick, facing the wind and snow, squinting his eyes and looking in the direction.

At the back of the sled 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 walked not 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, only eleven headed by Ah Da Ah Er remained, these snow dogs have probably never been to such a cold place in the north in their lives, the instinct of the animals can make 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 followed Fan Xian's team from a distance, did not say a word, he still didn't remember anything, or should I say, he didn't know anything, he was just a cold shell, but because of the light in the star, 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 her 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 since today, she has rarely shown such a little daughter in front of Fan Xian, but this time she went deep into the Far North Snow Field, went up to the temple, and did not know what the people of the mortal valley had never experienced in several lifetimes, and the heart of Begonia was no longer what it was at the beginning.

Fan Xian saw that she avoided his eyes, her smile was unfolded, but she felt warm in her heart.The smashing of the temple had the greatest impact on his mood.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 for the temple, this kind of friendship is rare in the world.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze crossed the wind and snow, and fell on the big snowy mountain far behind him.

The day before yesterday in the snow mountain, Fan Xian finally entered the temple again, and also saw the appearance of the wolf 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 but actually had no emotion appeared again, perhaps the temple had judged that the first and last messenger in the temple had been out of control, so he didn't say anything nonsense about clearing the target again.

Even Fan Xian didn't find out where the temple, or the center of the last military museum, was, Haitang and Wang Shisanlang probably only had 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 itself can come out of consciousness, 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, the temple will not be able to make any trouble, 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 emotionally sentimental.