The chill between heaven and earth has not abated, and the shadows like white mist are even hazy.

"What do you think of that dark, short man?"

Silent without life.

"He's just there for me."

Silent without life.

"His name is Welcome Song, what do you think of his kung fu?"

Silent without life.

"Know what I'm telling you this for?"

Wusheng didn't know, and he didn't speak.

"I want to tell you, there are so many masters here, it would be better to have more of you, and less of you is nothing."

Silent without life.

"When people live, they must always have their own environment and their own partners, so that they will not get tired and bored, otherwise you will not know how to live sooner or later, and you will not be able to live, and you will not want to live."

Speechless, as if he was already meditating, and as if he was a Zen monk who had attained enlightenment, he gradually entered the Zen realm.

Should a person live with his own environment? Have your own partner? Is it indispensable to have these, as well as family, friends, and confidants、......, without these, is it easy to get bored, bored, and disgusted, and then gradually go crazy, prostration, and collapse; Is there no such thing? It's easy to find the joy and joy of living, and you can't feel the excitement and passion inside.

And what about lifelessness? He has nothing, no this, no that, almost nothing.

Is it time for him to go mad, collapse, and collapse?

Thankfully, he doesn't have nothing, he only has one.

That's a duel, nothing else.

He lived as if he did not enjoy the happiness and joy that most people deserved, but he also did not endure the pain and sorrow that most people should have.

In the empty and empty eyes, there is nothing, there is no this, there is no that,......。

But his body is straighter than most, and he is calmer and more stable than most.

The words were blurred, and the laughter was drifting away.

The white mist-like shadows had faded away, drifting into the distance, and there was only darkness in the distance.

He was gradually overwhelmed by the night.

Turning around like a lifeless stone statue, he picked up the fire scissors, and flicked the fire, and the flame gradually awakened, and gradually became extremely excited, excited, and slowly more intense and ferocious.

Yang Qing's body twitching gradually disappeared, but the smile on her face became thicker, indescribably happy and soft.

Wusheng sighed, his empty eyes did not have a trace of emotion, staring and poking into the distance like a spear.

It's still night in the distance, pitch black.

Boundless night, never-ending pitch black.

Sooner or later, the sweet, joyful smile will disappear, and sooner or later her dreams will wake up, and the reality will still have to be faced.

What did she see in her dreams? Did you meet your beloved lover? Is it teasing the joy and vitality between them? Is it a joyful play with the excitement and passion between them?

Lifeless and unmoving, standing like a stone statue.

There was not a trace of emotion on his face, nor would there be a trace of emotion.

But people always have emotions in life, and they will reveal a little bit more or less, so that the human flavor will be stronger.

He is an exception, his emotions, his sorrows, his joys and sorrows...... As if there was nothing, and as if it were empty, it had been completely swallowed up by the night, devoured alive.

The night is gradually hazy, and the dawn has arrived.

The darkness has slowly passed, but the clouds and mist have gradually appeared, wisps of clouds and mist can not be said to be miserable, mysterious, miserable, mysterious like a dream.

A man, with a sword, suddenly stood on the boat.

The sword was in his hand, and he was in the boat, not very old, and his face was covered with acne, big and small, tall and short, and at this time it seemed as if he had been changed by some mysterious passion and cheerfulness, and had become extremely shiny and excited.

A pair of eyes with indescribable resentment and resentment.

The sword is unsheathed, and the resentment and resentment have become stronger.

The sword light flashed, the figure flickered, and more than a dozen moves had been stabbed, one move was more poisonous than the other, one move was more ruthless than the other, and one move was fiercer than the other.

Drifting like a light smoke, circulating, flickering and flickering, coming and going, mysterious and weirdly swaying.

He was already sighing.

This person's swordsmanship is good, but he is not mature enough, and he has not fully brought out the charm and temptation of the sword in his hand.

It's like a pure, innocent girl, indescribably cute and innocent, and there is no such style and charm that a mature woman has, so she won't have the kind of enchanting and mood of a mature woman.

His sword is the same, whether it is sword moves or sword qi, it is extremely cute and innocent, but also extremely naïve and delicate, which is not enough.

Not mature enough, not charming enough, just as the sword in his hand is not fast enough, not fierce enough, not vicious enough, and not durable enough.

The body fluttered, the sword light fluttered, and slowly slowed down, and the person gradually became weak, as if he had collapsed.

Just when he flew out thirty moves, a big cold sweat from his forehead was already flowing and rolling.

Life was fluttering, standing like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

There was no emotion in his empty eyes, and he stared and poked at this man like a gun, as if he wanted to stab him to death on the ship.

The man was already breathing, weak, and collapsed.

He gasped and stared coldly at Wusheng.

"You ......."

Silent without life.

"I really can't kill you."

Silent without life.

"Since I can't kill you, I'll ......."

Before he could finish his words, the sword light had already floated out, floating towards his body.

This teenager is about to commit suicide!

Then he held only the hilt of the sword in his hand, not the hilt of the sword.

There was surprise in his cold, angry eyes.

"Why did you save me?"

Wusheng kicked him away.

"Get out, if you want to die, stay away."

The man screamed and flew away.

The ripples on the surface of the lake gradually returned to calm, and there was no trace of vitality in the calm.

The pale clouds and mist rolled and swayed on the surface of the lake, indescribably mysterious and weird, as if it was the auspicious aura floating outside the Nine Heavenly Immortals far away from the mortal dust, and it seemed to be the terrible ghost in the eighteen layers of hell full of sin, writhing his resentment and resentment.

There was no wind, no people, the ripples on the lake were gradually rising, and the lonely boat was gradually drifting, fluttering and swimming into the distance.

The lifeless stone statue stood erect, straighter than the gun in his hand.

There was no trace of emotion in the empty eyes, staring and poking into the distance like a spear.

In the distance, human figures gradually appeared in the hazy, psychedelic clouds, gradually emerging from the shore.

A person's eyes are like brass bells, he walks with a horse, stretches his arms, sometimes waving, sometimes twisting, sometimes twisting, sometimes exhaling, sometimes inhaling, sometimes gritting teeth.

The fleshy face looked extremely pale and red, and the roots were raised like poisonous snakes, as if they were writhing and twitching.

He stared coldly at the slowly swimming lonely boat, the people on the lonely boat.

A cloak, a gun, a man.

Maybe he's not human, more like a god.

Lifeless eyes stared at and poked this man like spears, as if they wanted to stab him to death, to death on the earth.

The lonely boat had slowly approached the shore, and the distance between them was gradually gone.

The man's gaze was even colder.

He let out a frenzied scream and swung his palm.

With a wave of his palm, the lonely boat suddenly became sparse.

Falling to the shore like a light smoke, standing like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

Yang Qing in her arms was vaguely snoring, sleepy, and her face was indescribably joyful and cheerful.

Her dreams seemed to be very sweet and beautiful, as if they were also very exciting and enjoyable, and even her body was gently twitching and slowly writhing.

The people of Zamabu stared coldly at Wusheng and Yang Qing coldly. Then he gave a thumbs up and pointed at himself.

"Do you know who I am?"

This man's voice was strong and deep, with an indescribable strength, and the ancient trees not far away were already slowly shaking, and the dead leaves were falling.

It is really not easy for a person to be able to train his internal strength to this level.

Wusheng didn't know who he was, and he didn't want to know.

Yang Qing rubbed her eyes, looked at the person, turned her head again, leaned against her body and closed her eyes.

"My name is Lei Zhentian."

Silent without life.

He didn't seem to be interested in the name, nor was he too lazy to be interested.

"Do you feel strange?"

"Yes."

"Tell me, those weirdness?"

"I'm just weird."

"You say."

"Why don't you go and be a porter?"

Lei Zhentian's eyes were already flickering, the muscles on his face had stiffened, and the smug and excited smile had disappeared.

"You ......."

The people behind were already laughing.

Lei Zhentian turned around, clenched his fists, and roared.

"Don't laugh, whoever wants to laugh again, I'll get him."

The next few people really didn't laugh, as if they didn't want to be beaten by his fists.

A middle-aged man with a white face and no beard walked out with a bucket in his hand.

The material of the robe on the body is extremely noble and elegant, there is no wind, but it has slowly swayed gently.

There is not a trace of wrinkles on his face, his pale face is thin and delicate, and his expression always has a smile that is not annoying, which is also the kind of smile unique to mature men, and it is also a charm, a charm that can make the hearts of countless ladies ripple.

Anyone can see that in the dark and lonely night, he will never lack the company of his lady, nor will he endure loneliness and loneliness alone.

His eyes looked extremely tired and weak, as if they had become dull from over-enjoyment of excitement and pleasure.

Maybe most of the men who are very popular with ladies don't sleep enough in bed, maybe such men don't have time to sleep in bed at all, and they are too busy to sleep.

I don't know if it's his luck or his distress.

The fog has gradually lifted, and light has gradually appeared, and everything has appeared.

On the shore is a very secluded and elegant bamboo forest, dense and dense, and a sheep's intestine path extends from a distance, densely lined with goose-egg-sized, smooth stones.

He put down the bucket in his hand, and the bucket handle was tied with a pink ribbon, the ribbon was already fluttering, and the person was already sighing.

"Your Excellency is extraordinary, extraordinary, and has strong kung fu, which is admired to the fullest."

Silent without life.

"Please let us know, why are you here? Where is home? Where did you learn from? ”

Silent without life.

"Your Excellency, let's explain, we are all good at doing things."

"What are you doing?"

"Kill you, of course."

"Good."

"What does it mean to be good?"

"Well, you guys are going to kill me."

The man was silent.

Wusheng is silent.

Heaven and earth slowly became extremely dead, as dead as a tomb.

Megatron had jumped up, his fist had been swung out.

Yang Qing suddenly hid behind him, held the cloak, and closed his eyes.

The fist hit the body unswervingly, only one punch, nothing else.

There was originally no wind between heaven and earth, but now there is wind, gusts of wind from fists, frantically rushing to the bamboo forest, bamboo waves surging, ups and downs, pieces of dead leaves have fallen, and the ground is tumbling wildly.

There are not many people in the rivers and lakes who can hit this punch, and even fewer can withstand this punch.

The earth was already trembling with this punch.

The cloak was already twitching violently, and the lifeless stone statue stood erect straighter than the gun in his hand.

Lei Zhentian withdrew his fist and stood not far away, silent.

Brass bell-like eyes had glowed, a cold, angry light.

The ribbon on the bucket fluttered, the water in the bucket was already surging violently, and the ginger floating on it had flown out and landed on the ground.

A person suddenly floated out from behind, the sword slowly came out of the sheath, the sword light was cold, and his eyes were even colder, staring coldly at Wusheng.

But he was stopped.

The man slowly picked up the ginger and put it in the bucket.

Then he walked to Wusheng's seven feet, stared at Wusheng coldly, and stared coldly at the gun in his hand.

Pale hands, pitch-black guns.

"Why didn't you shoot?"

"Why should I shoot?"

"You can kill him?"

"Why do I want his life?"

The man was already in deep thought, lowering his head and staring at the ribbon on the bucket, the pink ribbon, the ribbon was already writhing, his cold sweat was already dripping.

"Aren't you just going to make people part? Why do you show mercy? ”

"Why should I be parted?"

"You're not a parting charm?"

"Why am I a parting charm?"

The man took a deep breath and spat it out heavily.

"And who are you?"

"The gun god is lifeless."

The name seems to have a magical power, a terrifying power to hear.

Their faces suddenly changed, and there was no trace of blood.

Lifeless eyes stared at and poked at this man like spears, as if they wanted to stab him to death on the ground.

When he stared at the man's face with one eye, he stared at his chest with the other, and when he stared at his chest with one eye, he stared at the crotch of his pants with the other.

Whoever is stared at like this will not feel good.

Being stared at by these eyes is like being poked with a gun.

The man was already gasping for breath, as if he was already in the slightest pain, and he smiled.

"The spear god is smiling, and he is amorous in Xialiu, and this is the amorous villa."

Silent without life.

"Here's the thing, suddenly this bucket floated from the village."

Silent without life.

"It's just a bucket with a pink ribbon."

Silent without life.

"Does the spear god know what the barrel is about?"

Silent without life.

The ripples in the bucket are still there, and the floating ginger is still shaking.

"Dominate the rivers and lakes."