The bubbles on Sangsang's fingertips are perfect, but not perfectly round, with curves and undulations, and indescribable beauty, just like her bulging abdomen, seemingly fragile, but incomparably strong, is the space itself.

She was expressionless, but not indifferent but calm, as if the two cracks in the bubble and the bulging belly contained something or indicated the future, which was constantly changing her.

On the shore of the cold snow sea, a Taoist in green clothes suddenly appeared at the edge of the woods, he changed the trend of the wind, and also changed the temperature of the field, he is the strongest person in the world now, with the most wisdom and far-reaching vision, but the magic is that there is a faint light in the yurt, but he turns a blind eye.

It wasn't that he turned a blind eye, but he really didn't see it, he didn't see the oil lamp, he didn't see the heat of the snow chicken soup in the pot, and he didn't see Sangsang by the window, because Sangsang didn't want him to see it, so he separated the yurt wooden house by the sea from the real people.

It was Haotian's world, and even he couldn't observe it.

Chen stood quietly on the edge of the forest that had long been frozen to death, looking at the snow dancing like smoke and dust on the surface of Atami, and looking at the footprints of those beasts that were gradually covered by wind and snow, although he didn't see what he wanted to see, he didn't leave, because there was an intuition in the dark that she he was looking for should be here.

Sang Sang sat quietly by the window, the dim oil light shining on her chubby cheeks, her hand fell on the bulging abdomen and did not move, she didn't look at him by the forest, she didn't do anything, not even thoughts.

This is the seventh time that Chen has come to the cold snow sea to look for her, and every time he comes, he will be closer to her, I don't know if the next time he comes, he will see her face and approach her world.

The dark night in the north in late autumn is extremely long, as if there is no interruption, only a certain moment when the sun will be stingy to show its face, Chen stood by the forest for a whole night, his eyes were squinted by the reddish sunlight, he looked at the yurt huts around the sea of snow again, confirmed that there was no trace of her, and disappeared again.

In the corner of the yurt, the green lion lying by the hearth did not move, it instinctively felt fear of the human being, especially when it saw the silence of the hostess several times, and realized the horror of the other party, for a whole night, it did not even dare to gasp for two breaths, let alone wagging its tail and begging its master to reward it with a chicken leg to eat.

Finally, the man left, the green lion breathed a sigh of relief, stood up on all fours, shook his head to make the slightly numb body more lively, and was ready to come to Sangsang's side to sell his belief, but found that she still maintained the posture of last night, sitting quietly by the window motionless, not thinking, as if she didn't know that Chen was gone.

Soon after the sun came out, it fell into the dark ocean again, and Sang Sang looked at the cold world outside the window, until the oil lamp burned out, and the green clothes appeared again on the edge of the forest.

Sangsang still sat quietly.

Chen left again.

She still sat quietly, sleeping, eating, talking, thinking, and moving.

There was a cold wind that did not belong to nature, and the breath of heaven and earth changed slightly, and a scholar in a cotton jacket appeared on the side of the forest, looking at the four fields, as if looking for something.

He was covered in dust, haggard, and extremely emaciated, and he had not rested for a long time, and the cold snow wind seemed to blow him down at any moment.

Sang Sang finally moved, she turned her head and moved her gaze from the sea full of smoke and snow to the forest side, and landed on the scholar's body, and some very complicated feelings appeared in her indifferent eyes.

She suddenly wanted to get out of the yurt, this world of her own, because she felt that the scholar was trustworthy and trustworthy, but she was a little afraid and disgusted, so she did nothing in the end.

The day after the elder brother left, the drunkard finally arrived, the strongest man who had experienced the eternal night, the wine jug at his waist swayed lightly in the wind and snow, as if the wine inside had been drunk.

Sang Sang didn't even look at him, nor was he as silent and cautious as Chen when he appeared.

Finally all gone.

Sang Sang stood up by the window, walked to the stove, looked at the pot of chicken soup that had long been boiled dry, smelled the pungent mush, and was silent for a long time.

He didn't come home that night so that he could drink all the chicken soup so that it wouldn't spoil.

Did you drink that pot of chicken soup in the end?

Sang Sang thought of the note, her right hand lightly ** bulging abdomen, and suddenly felt very lonely, and she really wanted someone to accompany her, this qiē happened when she thought of that person.

This is her world—a world where time is still passing, chicken soup is being boiled dry, life in her womb is growing, and she's getting weaker and weaker.

If she can't keep the world, that's when danger comes.

She put the pot of rotten chicken in front of the green lion, and ignoring its pitiful appearance, took out an abacus from under the table, and began to calculate the dangers she might encounter, and how to solve them.

To provide a steady stream of nutrients for the little life in her womb, and to be isolated from others, she no longer has enough energy to calculate like she did back then-her Go is still invincible, she is still invincible at the card table, neither Chen Pipi nor Song Qian and other human geniuses are her opponents - but she can't calculate the heart, she needs to rely on human calculation tools to reason and calculate those important things.

She is the rule of this world, but after coming to the world, she was contaminated with red dust, but her speed was not as fast as those three humans, this is a very dangerous thing, if you need to escape, how can you be faster?

The dimly lit yurt sounded like a cheerful song, with the green lion munching on the charred chicken bones and wagging its tail with its eyebrows fluttering.

Sang Sang's right hand moved at high speed on the abacus, bringing out one afterimage after another, her expression was focused and calm, and the perfect bubble appeared in her left hand again, and more than ten points of light appeared on the tight and smooth surface of the bubble...... The beginning or end of those spatial channels.

......

......

The last autumn rain fell, the Central Plains was unusually cold, and the war on earth finally went to the last step.

The Tang State reorganized the water division, and Wan Ge raced straight into the Southern Jin Dynasty, and the Southern Jin Dynasty, which was frightened by Ning Que's beheading and killing of his ministers, did not have any resistance at all, coupled with the prestige of the Sword Pavilion, within a dozen days, Linkang City opened the gate.

The army of the Great River Kingdom also crossed the surging Yellow River and headed north, and Shen Yuan and Wang Yuan led tens of thousands of people of the Great River to do things that no one dared to think of for generations, and marched to the Xiling Divine Kingdom.

The Tang army has entered the border of the Xiling Divine Kingdom, less than two hundred miles away from Taoshan, and the ruling god has reached Muyu Town in the south, which is only three hundred miles away from Taoshan. The Xiling Divine Kingdom was attacked by the north and the south, although all the Daomen powerhouses were recalled, and tens of thousands of temple cavalry were around Taoshan, laying down several lines of defense, but everyone knew the current situation - the temple was in danger.

On the terrace of the white shrine at the summit of Peach Mountain, Xiong Chumo looked at the world shrouded in autumn rain at the bottom of the mountain, and his thin cheeks showed a sad feeling, he didn't know what else he could do, it seemed that it was the last moment, the moment when he should start summarizing, but he didn't know how he should summarize in this life.

Where is the Lord? What is he doing? Why has Haotian never answered the prayers of the devout believers? Why has it been slow to see those blasphemers winning victory after victory? What is wrong with this qiē? Is it true that the Daomen, who have ruled this world for countless years, are they really going to be destroyed?

Xiong Chumo was furious because of despair, and the most filthy words and the most vicious curses burst out of his lips, resounding like thunder throughout the peach mountain, and those words were all given to the viewer - but even at this moment, he still did not dare to say the name of the viewer, and he looked extremely pitiful.

The mountain breeze blew a little bit of the misty rain, revealing the town in the distance below the mountain, which was still as quiet as the sky in the autumn wind and rain, unaffected by anything.

Looking at that town, Xiong Chumo's feelings gradually calmed down, even if the Guan Master didn't come back, as long as that person was there, Tang Guohe Academy couldn't get close to Taoshan, so what did he need to worry about?

There's a lot to worry about.

Xiong Chumo looked at the distant mountains in the autumn rain, as if he had seen Xu Shi's handsome banner, as well as the Tang Army's feared Xuanjia heavy cavalry, and felt that the weight on his shoulders was becoming heavier and heavier.

"Long Qing still refuses to bring the rest of the people back, what is he doing? Does he really want to resist and disobey? Besides, what is he doing in Yan Kingdom? Waiting to be killed by Ning Que?"

Xiong Chumo roared angrily.

The middle-aged Taoist stood beside him and said with a calm expression: "If he can really drag Ning Que in Yan Kingdom, it can be regarded as a great achievement for the temple." ”

Xiong Chumo sneered: "It depends on whether he has that ability." ”

The middle-aged Taoist said calmly: "If he can't do it, then probably no one else can do it." ”

Xiong Chumo frowned slightly, turned to look at him, he didn't expect him to have such a high evaluation of Longqing, and said after considering his words: "Hengmu...... They were all killed by Ning Que, and Long Qing hadn't crossed the Five Realms yet, how could he be his opponent?"

"Back then, I watched Longqing get up from the abyss...... If Hengmu and Longqing fight, the one who dies can only be Hengmu, who is stronger and who is weaker between Longqing and Ning Que, who can win the final victory in this contest, others have no qualifications to judge, and can only let them fight again in the end. ”

The middle-aged Taoist said calmly that he always played the role of a bystander in the Dao Gate, and he knew more things than many people thought, so he was more calm and composed.

Xiong Chumo was silent for a moment and said, "The enemy army is pressing the realm, and the Daomen always needs to do something. ”

The middle-aged Taoist followed his gaze to the town in the autumn rain and said, "I'll go and have a look." (To be continued.) )