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The laughter was loud and wild.

The old man's brow furrowed slightly, and then loosened again.

The blind old man spat out a trace of blood from his mouth, looked at the old man with a shocked face and said, "You actually attacked me!"

"There's no way, that's all I can do now. The old man said.

The old man felt that he had given a lot, turned around and prepared to leave.

"What you say is true?" asked the blind old man, knowing that it was no longer possible to kill these people.

"I rarely lie!" said the old man, and then walked away. The old man in the back helped the injured Yu Wenfei.

The blow just now was caused by Yu Wenfei, and the success of this blow made this game completely solved.

Tang Sheng also stood up, supported his father and Cai Wendong, and followed closely.

This is how the battle ended.

The old man came out, and then went again.

The game carefully created by the blind man seems to have been completely ignored at this moment, or rather broken.

It's like many years ago, it's still a failure, although now the gods are in his hands, and a large part of the land of gods is in his hands, but the old man is still alive, this is the biggest failure.

He can never forget the young man with the sword, that sword is very similar to the sword that Yu Wenfei stabbed out of himself today, but this sword is far less painful than that sword.

Wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, the blind man looked into the distance, then turned around and left.

The current gods have completely fallen into a kind of chaos, and the appearance of the old man has made many people panic, especially those who have betrayed the old man, and they are now very tormented.

As the one who sat on the throne, he was even more flustered, because of that

The old man was gone, so he was very flustered, and it could even be said that he was very nervous, because he knew that the old man was gone, and his country would be gone.

He called a group of singers, and he was very satisfied when he watched the singers dance, anyway, now that it was like this, he would enjoy it for a while.

Not only is it messy in the Celestial Empire, but even among the major sects, many people have also begun to compete for the position of sect master. The entire land of Shenwu was in turmoil because of the arrival of one old man and the departure of another.

The rivers and lakes are sometimes fragile, an unfounded rumor can destroy a river and lake beyond recognition, people are even more fragile, a change in one thing will make a person confused, and he doesn't know what he should do.

Many people in the current god capital are like this, following the trend, but they don't know what to do, they are very afraid, they are afraid of the return of the old man, they are afraid of the replacement of the old and new dynasties, they are just a group of ordinary people, and then they survive in the cracks.

The eventful autumn was spent in the panic of the people, and there was nothing to do, the gods were still gods, and those people didn't know where they went. And the old man didn't have any news, and there wasn't even a war on the land of Shenwu.

That emperor is still that emperor, and it's still the whole Ge Xiao.

The world has not changed, the street sweepers are still sweeping the streets, people go out to sell goods, they are still carrying full of goods early in the morning, the people in the official eunuch house are still coming and going in the willow alleys, the gods are still so prosperous, after the panic of the eventful autumn, people finally calmed down again, because there is nothing to worry about for the time being, and it is finally winter. The gods of winter are inevitably silent, and many people are nestled at home and rarely go out, not because of the cold, but because of the cold.

In the wasteland, the winter is not particularly cold, Tang Xue'er still wants to come to see this Xiao Mo who has disappeared for a long time every day.

She was numb and sat there, but she was still waiting.

It's been a long time since anyone has been here, it's just her, but she's still not lonely, because what she doesn't know is that Xiao Mo is actually very close to her and is watching her every day.

Xiao Mo still hasn't changed at all, he still practices his exercises every day, but more time, he is with Tang Xue'er.

He was talking to Tang Xue'er, because he thought that Tang Xue'er could hear it, so he was very serious about what he thought was the best thing to say to Tang Xue'er at the warmest moment of the day.

The two of them know each other, but in fact, this is also painful.

Xiao Mo didn't know when he would be able to get out, and now he missed the past even more.

It snowed, this was the first snow, and it was also the snow that Xiao Mo saw in the fourth year after coming to Shendu, but there were three years that he saw it in it.

The snowflakes were very white and fell gently to the ground, and Tang Xue'er was like a child at the moment, jumping, jumping, chasing the snowflakes, in his opinion, the snowflakes were beautiful, and Tang Xue'er was beautiful.

Tang Xue'er today is the time when she came here, the happiest day, Tang Xue'er looked at the snowflakes, slowly imprinted her footprints on them, and then gently retreated, playing this game happily.

She was like a child, looking at the snowflakes, and then sitting there, the snowflakes fell on his head, but Tang Xue'er didn't care but was very happy, carefully feeling the importance of the snowflakes, and didn't dare to have a trace of turmoil, for fear of destroying the snowflakes.

Gently reaching out your hand, the snowflakes melted in this palm, one melted, the other melted, three, four.

Tang Xue'er didn't move anywhere, she stretched out her hand like a sculpture, and then looked at Xuehua, looking at Xiao Mo's aspect with affection.

The corners of Xiao Mo's eyes were a little wet, this was the first time he cried, he was touched by this woman, he felt that his heart was melting like this snowflake.

Time passed quickly, and the snow was still the same, but Tang Xue'er's body outside was already full of snowflakes, but Tang Xue'er didn't move at all, and her hand was already heading to pick up the snowflakes, but the snowflakes were no longer melting, but falling in the palms of her hands, and there were more and more snowflakes on her body.

Xiao Mo's heart felt fear for the first time, and then Xiao Mo stretched out his palm, clenched it tightly into a fist, and then swung it back, towards the wall, again and again, again and again.

Xiao Mo began to act, he just relied on his own one hand, that is, on his own single fist, and then against this wall, he swung out his fist and sweat.

I don't know how many punches he thrown, in short, Xiao Mo continued to swing his fists. (To be continued.) )