The wind was still blowing in the middle of the night.

The door to an ordinary office was opened.

The dragon head and the man with the sword walked in quickly, and gently closed the door with his backhand.

The old man holding the table struggled to straighten his back, wrinkles stacked on his face, and smiled happily.

"You're here?"

The two of them, whose eyes were slightly red, walked quickly to the old man.

The faucet reached out and poured the water from the teapot into the old man's teacup.

"Yes, the casualties are a bit big today, and I've been rushing here quickly after the memorial."

The old man clenched his fists slightly.

"The conditions are better, don't let the children suffer."

The dragon head bent down and nodded earnestly and respectfully.

Then the old man took a satisfied sip of the water in the teacup and sighed.

"Your team started with a total of seven people, and now there are only three people left."

"I don't think so, have you figured out who will come up after that?"

The dragon's head and green tendons burst out, and the company commander took several breaths before calming down slightly.

"The three of us are not suitable for this position, you better take care of your health."

The old man picked the corners of his mouth and said bitterly.

"I have my body, and I know if it's okay."

The man with the sword pressed one hand on the table and said with concern.

"What the hell is going on with the teacher? Can you tell us about that? ”

The old man hesitated slightly, and there may not be a good way to solve it.

So he hesitated for a moment, then smiled.

Stretch out your thin fingers and pick up your clothes.

After the sleeves were turned up, the two of them paused at the same time.

Following the pulse of the old man's spiritual veins, strands of black lines were crossed.

Everywhere you look, it's full of these strange patterns.

The old man bared his neck a little more, and the same was true for him.

If you don't look closely, it's as if the old man has fallen into a black spider's web made of a spider.

The man with the sword pressed the table in a hurry, and the whole table shook.

"Didn't the teacher just stick a little bit? Why is it so serious. ”

The man with the sword was uncontrollable in excitement.

"This thing burns the fortune of the continent, burns the luck of the air, and strengthens itself, and it cannot be uprooted."

Tie Qing, who was dignified at the head, answered for the teacher.

The man with the sword didn't know how to bow his head weakly.

The old man put his clothes back in place.

"I understand, the main thing is that my death is a trivial matter, and the luck of the Eastern Continent can't stand the burn."

The dragon head stomped his foot anxiously.

"Didn't you hear that the Netherworld's Resentful Soul Poison Spring can cure this poison?"

The old man shook his head decisively.

"That's a big loss, I don't think it's worth pulling the Netherworld into this muddy water for my sake."

The dragon head opened his mouth, but in the end he still didn't say what he said in his heart.

Just thinking back to a document I had read when I came.

Netherworld cracks appeared in various places, and there were constant cases of masters of the Netherworld intercepting and killing members of the Divine Dragon.

All this means that the Netherworld is actually uninvited, and has already stepped into troubled waters.

But he looked at the worried and struggling eyes of the old man, and finally kept the secret.

The teacher is already old, and if he is still stimulated like this, I am afraid that the fall is getting closer and closer.

What you think in your heart, you just eat it on your lips.

The man with the sword quietly transmitted a spiritual power to wake up the dragon's head.

However, the old man may have been mistaken, and a light that could not be looked at immediately burst out from his cloudy eyes.

"Don't do this or break your dog's legs."

The faucet smiled unnaturally.

After thinking that he became the supreme commander of Shenlong, few people said that about himself.

This is the only teacher who can do that.

The heart is warm, and the mouth keeps agreeing.

It wasn't until he repeated it several times that the old man was relieved.

Then he asked hurriedly.

"Xiao Li, how is that son of yours?"

The man with the sword nodded slightly, a little sorrowful between his eyebrows.

"The future is not easy to say, he is the hope and the starting point."

The old man thought slightly.

"If you can, my old man is gone, so give this position to their squad."

The man with the sword bared his teeth.

"It is estimated that it will take a few more years of training, so take care of your health."

The old man touched the tip of his nose and tapped on the table.

"I don't know what will happen yet, I hope so, anyway, before I go, the guardian will be passed on to another person."

The two did not speak, they were silent.

After the old man drank the tea in the cup, the faucet came with another cup.

The old man's back was still the same, but his hair was white.

Although he has been trying to maintain it, the coughing sound of holding his breath from time to time is also heart-wrenching.

The two dragon heads lowered their heads and did not take a step away.

The window screens outside were rattling in the wind.

In the corner of the wall are two small homemade mazas, which are already dilapidated.

As far as the eye can see, it is a dignified national work, and there is no high-grade thing.

The two of them couldn't help but feel even more ashamed in their hearts.

The old man didn't care, he just looked worried.

Most of the time when I drink water, I sweep my eyes over the spiritual veins of my hands.

Looking at the black lines, climbing between his spiritual veins, he was really helpless.

At the same time, what was even more uncomfortable was that the old man could clearly feel that the Heavenly Fortune of the Eastern Continent that he was carrying was being burned and rapidly decreasing little by little.

Seeing this, the old man did not hesitate.

directly put his luck in front, and once again shouldered the heavy responsibility of guarding.

But he has done this kind of thing many times, and his luck is not as important as the fate of a continent after all.

Seeing the black lines burning rapidly, his qi slowly approached the fortune of the continent.

The speed is not fast or slow, but it must be amazing in my heart.

At the same time, the old man could also feel the black lines, and he became more and more excited.

The old man smiled wryly.

"It's not early, you two go back."

The faucet hesitated.

"Teacher, can you do it yourself?"

The old man rubbed his face, trying to make himself look more energetic.

"I can, hurry up and find the heir in the next two days, I might have to go out for a walk."

The two stiffly looked at each other and nodded emphatically.

Then he filled the old man's teacup, and the faucet went to boil another pot of water.

After everything was done, the two of them grinded and chirped for a while before leaving.

The door was pushed open and closed slightly, and the lights in the room flickered.

The two walked side by side on the path, and the cold wind was blowing more and more urgently.

waited until the two walked past a sign, and the two paused slightly.

There is crooked handwriting on it.

The defenders of the Chinese towns in the Eastern Continent are guilty of advancing for the people.

The two stiffened for a long time and slowly left.

But what they saw and heard had already turned their hearts upside down again.

Walk out there with mixed feelings.

After ensuring that the old man could not be disturbed, the two of them shrank into inches.

And in the cold house.

The old man looked at the empty room and made sure that both students had left.

The normal color on his face quickly faded, and he collapsed on the table to the side.

A huge black flame burned from the old man's body, as if it was about to consume everything.

There was a crackling sound, and several threads of luck were directly burned in an instant.

The old man trembled in pain, but as a result, he resolutely sent the only silk thread of luck he had into the flames to resist the footsteps of the black flames.

In the end, the old man who had been holding his back was still burdened with the responsibility of a continent's persistence.

The kind that can't be let go will always be entrusted.

The old man twitched, becoming more and more vulnerable in the dark light.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door of the hut.

I don't know if it's the low laughter of gods and ghosts, or the cry of heaven.