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~Date: ~09/21~

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On such a day, for him, a disciple of a family who is pampered. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info How has there been?

Therefore, there is hatred in his heart, there is boundless murderous aura, he can't wait to devour Ye Bai's flesh, swallow Ye Bai's soul, he thinks, all this is caused by Ye Bai's presentation, his hatred for Ye Bai has reached a terrible realm, in his heart, like a broad-leaved vine crazy growth, taking root and sprouting, growing into a towering tree.

But he knows that all this is not the time to retaliate, the situation is stronger than people, and the strength of others is stronger than him, he can only endure, and he can only endure until the day when he is stronger than the other party.

The moment that day came, it was Ye Bai's death.

He cursed fiercely in his heart: "Ye Bai, wait for me, one day, my Dark Lord Yan Jishan, will come back, at that time, it is the day of the conferment" Suddenly, a drop of cold liquid fell from the sky and fell on his face.

This drop of cold liquid, like blood, dripped down, making him instantly agitated and almost jumped.

Raising his head, he shrank inexplicably, there seemed to be news behind him, he looked up in panic, but he couldn't see anything, only a dark night, and the reckless mountains where they came, but he couldn't even see a ghost shadow.

However, the mountains and the shadows of the trees swayed, making a gurgling sound, and to his ears, it seemed to be a series of urging spells, and he did not know if there was anyone who was hiding behind those tree shadows at the moment, in the darkness, and only waited for the moment when he was turned again, and then he would strike the most fatal blow on him.

He panicked.

"Whoa, whoa...... , astringent rain, dripping down. It's okay first, but in an instant, it became as big as a soybean, and with a loud bang, a purple thunderbolt like the roots of an old tree dragged away for several miles, splitting half of the sky In the moment when the sky was suddenly white, you can clearly see that under the black robe, Yan Jishan's pale and frightened distorted face.

Then heaven and earth were restored to darkness.

A gust of wind blew, but the Dark Lord's heart shook suddenly, how could a top Xuan Master care about this temperature. But at this moment, he felt that his whole body was getting colder and colder, and the sound of the wind and rain in his ears was so ugly that his vision was blurred, and his hearing only felt that his eyes were foggy. Half a foot away, I can't see it anymore.

It turned out to be a midsummer thunderstorm night.

He shrunk slightly and hugged his arms, and the thick chill drowned him, and the rain sprinkled on his body, instantly watering him into a soup chicken.

He longed for a burning fire, an open bottle of spirits, a stewed roast chicken, a warm, even if broken, sheltered from the rain.

Just as he was thinking this, all of a sudden, a flash of fire in front of him illuminated the darkness, and a moment of stinging his eyes came from the cracks in the trees in front of him.

He was startled, and he wanted to find a hidden place to hide, and he was already behind a big tree, and then, just raising his head, he looked forward from between the canopies of the woods.

As far as his eyes could see, he saw ahead, and I don't know what year or month, a flat ground was opened, and it was in the middle of the flat land. There is a dilapidated ghost Taoist temple, and the broken door charm is all significant of its longevity.

The broken window swayed in the wind and rain, and Zhu Tao, who fell off, was like an old man who had been precipitated by the years.

At this moment, in this Taoist view. Looking through the gate, I saw that in front of the Taoist statue that had long been broken and disrespectful, and who could not even see who was enshrined, there was a fire shining on the ground, a fire that was burning vigorously.

Above the fire. At this time, there is a golden color. The oil is plump and drips from time to time. The golden golden pheasant that made a "zila" splashed a burst of flames on the fire below, flipped endlessly.

A figure with his back to this side, covered by the rain curtain and unable to see clearly, was stretching out a hand, pulling the fire from time to time, and turning the chicken in his hand.

With each turn of the grill, a stronger fragrance wafted out of the turkey through the gate of the Taoist temple, into the rain and mist, and then into the forest, into the nose of the Dark Lord Yan Jishan.

Wiping his eyes, the Dark Lord Yan Jishan suspected that it was his own delusion.

Wet and cold, tired and hungry, running without justifying the purpose, running so that both legs are numb, the Xuan Qi is exhausted, tired, tired, tired, but in front of him suddenly presents this scene, there is an ancient view that can shelter from the rain, there is a fire that brings temperature and light, and there is a barbecue that is fragrant and oily......

This seems to be something that can only be presented in a dream, but at this moment, it is so real in front of him.

Looking back, where it came from, it was long gone, the sky and the earth were dark and gloomy, and the rain curtain fell, and any trace could be drowned.

Such a rainy night was originally annoying and hateful, but ...... But there was no real one that made the heart of the Dark Lord Yan Jishan slightly settled.

It was a disaster for him, but for others...... may never be able to catch up, and his own life should be saved.

Even if he is Xuanzong, it is like ...... I want to take a break, take a break, one day, I'll be back, Ye Bai, wait for me......

From morning to afternoon, and from afternoon to evening, for most of the day, even I don't know where I am now, at least I have run thousands of miles away...... , There is no purpose, and now even every trace of his own passage has been drowned by this heavy rain, how can anyone who comes catch up with him.

It seems that the sky is still constantly wishing, and I have not cut off my back road, this heavy rain is to save myself, and I should thank the sky. Thanks for this rain it was just too timely.

At the same time as my heart was relieved, the swollen legs, the sore feet, the tired body, and the blank brain regretted ...... Immediately surged into his heart, he may not have felt it at first, but at this time, it invaded in an instant.

Wet and cold, hungry and tired, the Dark Lord Yan Jishan has never been like this, tired and sleepy, now, he just wants to find a place, eat some tools, sleep well, rest .......

As long as he rests for this night, after tomorrow, he can leap from the sky to the sky, and let the birds fly in the sea, even if Ye Bai is a god, as long as he changes his face and stabs into the crowd, he is a god, and he will no longer be able to find himself.

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