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Li Guangdi was stunned, looking at the two knives in the other party's hands, and didn't know what to say. Zhang Nianzu said anxiously: "We're about to lose, what are you doing here?"

Only then did the woman come to her senses, and she was frightened, and said, "You are so young, what can you help?"

Zhang Nianzu waved the knife in his hand and said: "If you have a knife, you can cut people, I have seen many duels in Chang'an City over the years, I have seen blood, and I know how to cut people." ”

Li Guangdi hesitated a little and looked back at his mother. He has had no father since he was a child, and his mother is extremely filial, even if his mother gave birth to a young sister inexplicably, it did not make him change his attitude towards his mother.

Zhang Nianzu was a little annoyed and said, "The countrymen really don't have the courage. ”

After saying this, he turned around and walked out of the courtyard.

Li Guangdi called out to him, took out a steel fork from the corner of the firewood room, walked out of the door, and said, "When I beat the melon with a fork in the melon field, you didn't even dare to kill the watermelon." ”

Zhang Nianzu looked at him and said happily: "Li Si, I really didn't misunderstand you. ”

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The wind and snow were furious, extremely cold, and the streets were covered with thick snow.

Chang'an City has been frozen, and the silence on Suzaku Avenue seems to be the bottom of the snow lake, there is no sound, only a few coughs faintly coming from the depths of the snow.

The elder brother coughed on the other side of the snowstorm.

When Ning Que attacked the city but still failed, seeing that he was about to be killed by the viewer, he had no way to continue waiting, so he and the third senior sister Yu Curtain came to this piece of wind and snow.

Ning Que hadn't been able to use Chang'an City to isolate the Guan Lord from Haotian's world, this was definitely not the opportunity that Yu Curtain was waiting for, so they failed again.

Guan Zhu walked towards Ning Que on the other side of the street, his injuries were even more serious, and he began to cough, but his steps were still so steady, stepping on the thick snow of the street. Only very faint footprints remained.

The shop doors next to the street are closed, and the fang market not far away is quiet like a tomb.

Ning Que sat on the snow street, covered in blood, and the snow under his body was dyed red, and it was difficult to stand up.

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Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi hid in a house, and they looked at the street through the crack in the door, and the weather was too cold at this time. Snowflakes fall on their faces. It was as if it had frozen them.

The two teenagers had been peeping for a while, but they had never moved, not because they were really frozen, but because they felt lonely and scared.

There is no one in the streets, and the whole world is so quiet.

They don't have helpers. I didn't see the hooligans who ran rampant in the market on weekdays, I didn't see the rangers who were extremely envious on weekdays, and I didn't see the Yulin Army who all the Tang teenagers regarded as idols. I didn't see the cultivators of the legendary South Gate Temple, they could only see each other's pale faces and eyes full of nervous fear.

They are brave. But after all, they were just ordinary teenagers, and when they saw that the gentleman of the academy was defeated by that Tsing Yi monster one after another, the fear diluted by the blood once again occupied their bodies and minds.

"What should I do?"

Zhang Nianzu's voice trembled a little, and he sounded like he would cry the next moment, just thinking that this was his own mentions. And he didn't want the country kids to look down on him, so he endured it.

Li Guangdi was relatively calm, but his pale face also revealed his true mood at this time, he looked through the crack in the door, looked at the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi who was walking on the snow street like a fairy, and said in a trembling voice: "I listen to you." ”

Zhang Nianzu wanted to swallow his saliva to calm down, but found that because he was too nervous and scared, his lips and tongue were extremely dry, and there was no saliva at all, so he couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Shame is the truest source of courage, especially for the Don.

Zhang Nianzu grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it twice, and said, "I'll go first." ”

Because there was ice and snow in his mouth, because his voice was a little muffled, Li Guangdi didn't hear clearly.

The next moment, he suddenly found that Zhang Nianzu kicked open the wooden door and ran towards the snow street with a knife, only then did he understand what was happening, and quickly grabbed the melon fork and followed.

When he came to the snow street and saw the monster in Tsing Yi, Zhang Nianzu suddenly disappeared most of the time with the courage of the ice and snow stimulation, his arms were weak and weak, and the kitchen knife and firewood knife in his hand were dragged behind his body, and his posture looked very funny, but he was still running.

"Youkai, come here!" he shouted.

Li Guangdi carried the fork and rushed after him, his face was whiter than the snow on the street, his arms were shaking, and it looked like the fork might fall to the ground at any moment.

"I*!" he shouted.

They didn't know who the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi was, let alone who his mother was, but they knew that the other party was a monster that Mr. Shuyuan couldn't beat, so they knew that the other party was terrifying.

They were scared, but they rushed anyway.

Because there is a breath between their chests and abdomen.

They probably didn't know what that breath was, because they didn't have the strength anymore, but they knew that if they didn't rush over at this time, they would look down on them.

Chang'an City in the wind and snow is silent and invincible.

At this time, two teenagers from Sanyuanli, carrying kitchen knives and firewood knives, holding steel forks guarding melon fields, rushed out swearing all the way.

Their voices were shaky, and it sounded like they were crying.

They rushed to the unimaginable enemy in tears.

It's ridiculous to watch.

But it's not funny.

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Chang'an City is quiet, but of course there are people.

In the streets and alleys under the morning snow, there are countless pairs of eyes watching the movement on Suzaku Avenue.

The viewer was well aware that he had walked through the snow all the way, and felt the hostility behind the cracks in those doors more clearly.

He didn't care, because although this war happened in the human world, it had long gone beyond the scope of the human world, and no ordinary people were qualified to participate in this war.

In today's battle, the academy and the Tang court did not use any military force, which is proof.

So when he saw two teenagers rushing towards him with knives and forks, he was a little surprised.

The Viewer's expression was slightly agro, and then he realized that he returned to calm like melting snow and ice.

He looked at the two teenagers and smiled slightly.

Not mockery, but pity, but also no respect, because that's worldly value.

He is the spokesperson of Haotian.

He looked at the two teenagers, like high up in the sky, looking at the ants on the ground.

The ants' struggle will not make Hao Tian feel too emotional, but will only feel a little interesting.

There was also a man on Snow Street.

Ning Que, who was sitting in the blood snow, his expression changed slightly.

His expression changed subtly.

Not a minor change.

The change came suddenly.

Looking at the two teenagers, he felt that there was still such a thing as meaning in the world.

The things he did for Chang'an City were meaningful.

In other words, this Chang'an City and the people who live in it are worth working for, such as these two pale and stumbling teenagers.