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The sky was blue with only a few white clouds like cotton candy, and from the distance of the house, except for the tranquility, people did not feel that they were in a crimeless city full of killings.

Li Xuanzang, who had recovered from his injury, squatted in the corner of the wall to look at a small red flower blooming in winter, looking lonely, since the battle that night, he has not said half a word.

Qianhu, who no longer needs to be the top brand of Wanlilou, wore a plain and elegant green Luo dress, she may be disgusted with the cotton catkins falling in the air, and held an oil-paper umbrella, and the pavilion standing in the courtyard is also a beautiful scenery.

Under the oil-paper umbrella is a plain face with natural heavy makeup, after being silent for a long time, the red lips opened lightly, and Qianhu's voice with the charm of a mature woman sounded, mixed with a smile: "Although you and I are not familiar with each other, but these days, there is a taste of sympathy for the same disease." ”

If there is such a big beauty talking on weekdays, although he is a little older, Li Xuanzang will always have a red face and a red heart like a deer, but now he is indifferent, looking at the little red flower in a daze, and is silent.

Qianhu didn't care about Li Xuanzang's response, sighed lightly, had a bitter smile on his face that could not be concealed, and continued: "Since it is for important people, what regrets do you have, as long as you have a clear conscience." ”

Halfway through the words, Qianhu's eyes flowed, and he said gloomily: "Unlike me, in order to take revenge, I have been wrong for a full eighteen years." ”

Qianhu's words touched Li Xuanzang's pain, he gritted his teeth, his eyes finally became a little angry, it was time to come back to his senses, recalling the four words with a clear conscience, his frowning brows were slowly stretching.

Qianhu turned around and left after saying the last sentence, Li Xuanzang raised his head after hearing this, blinked, and was shocked.

Zong Yang and Crow Yuanben walked out, and when they walked through the courtyard, Zong Yang glanced at Li Xuanzang, his face was flushed with shame, but because he had something important to do, Zong Yang had to go straight to the gate, and the thousand foxes held umbrellas at the door and waited, nodded to Zong Yang, and the four mermaids came out. There was a beggar with a dirty face sitting at the gate, it had been half a month, and Zongyang never ate the food he gave alms, nor did he go to the street to beg around, so he sat so dry. Qianhu followed at the end with a relaxed face, his eyes only staring at Zong Yang's back, a little obsessed.

"I want to be a good person."

This is the last sentence of Qianhu.

Li Xuanzang in the wall is very melancholy, really melancholy, the fledgling has not stepped on the rivers and lakes, he fell in an instant like a meteor, and the dream of the rivers and lakes was shattered before it began. The beggar outside the wall did not raise his head, but the strong wind blowing in the street blew away the strands of oily black dirty hair, revealing the face, and the beggar stretched out his dry hands, put his hands together, and lowered his eyebrows and recited Amitabha.

Somewhere in the Xuanyang Empire, there was a melancholy hero who became a demon in Sanzang Temple and asked for a law name, Sanzang.

The wind also blew the hair of the four people who went out quietly, and the crow carried the magic knife wrapped in the black chain on his back, and asked in a deep voice: "Big brother, how to deal with them"

Zong Yang walked forward against the wind-blown cotton catkins on the street, and said decisively: "Don't be soft, let them know who is the emperor of the southeast gate."

Behind them, the three of them, Crow Yuanben and Qianhu, all felt a powerful momentum.

In the battle of the God of Wealth Street a month ago, the white ghost died in the palm of Liang Xu, the owner of the Yuanlai Inn, and alarmed the big people in the Yin Yang Palace, at that time, under the witness of the Emperor of the Three Gates of the East Gate of the Northeast Gate, the South Gate of the Three Gates, Liang Xiao gave the answer to the big men of the Yin Yang Palace that he didn't care about the position of the emperor, and he just avenged the disciples, which made the gangsters of all parties in the southeast gate who were hiding in the distance to watch the battle have the courage to negotiate, and the Liang Xiao who killed the white ghost was terrible, and the three brothers who launched the battle of the God of Wealth Building were not necessarily so terrible that they didn't even dare to pull out the hairs. After all, what can only three people do?

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In charge of the huge southeast gate, at present, these bigwigs are thinking of either taking the opportunity to carve up some territory, or conditionally being taken under the command of Zongyang, whether it is the former or the latter, it is a rare opportunity.

When Zong Yang walked on the street of Caishen, looking at the ruins and broken walls left by the night battle, he sighed, if it weren't for Li Xuanzang, if it wasn't for Liangyan, he and the three people around him should not be able to live to this day, but for surviving, what he felt was not a fluke, but left a hole in his heart, as long as the heart is still beating, this hole will never heal, the pain makes him sober and knows that he must definitely become stronger, Because in the future, they will face even more powerful enemies.

There were many cotton catkins on the street, and at this time, on the opposite side of Zong Yang, a tall figure shrunk in a black cloak walked by, and the atmosphere around him became gloomy and sympathetic because of him.

The crow held down the magic knife, Yuan Ben also opened the six paths of violent blood at any time, and Qianhu was more suspicious because of the strangeness of the other party.

Zong Yang didn't expect this weirdo to appear.

The strange man took off his hat, his short silver hair was full, and a pair of terrible eyes from purgatory were particularly eye-catching in the cotton catkins, and he showed his silver teeth and smiled evilly: "I don't know why, I really want to kill you, so I will let you gamble your luck again." ”

In the face of the people above the land immortals being so bullying, Zong Yang was of course angry, if he had the strength to fight, he would definitely fight his eight generations of ancestors and didn't know it

"I have a friend who often asks me when I was the number one, and although I waited for a long time, he did get his wish in this place. Again, you've gambled on my luck more than once, and I don't believe in any luck at all, but I can tell you that I'm definitely not going to die, because I can't die yet. Zong Yang said proudly.

The strange man smiled, like a murderous Shura king, "What I have tattooed on my body is a rebirth prophecy, and no one can escape from life and death." ”

With that, the strange man made a gesture and flicked up a silver coin with red life and black death.

I don't know if there are too many cotton catkins, just here, a figure quietly and strangely appeared behind the stranger, ten steps away, wearing Zong Yang's black shirt, coughed, and said flatly: "This, I say goodbye to my friends, can you go away"

Not a single piece of cotton catkins could fall on him.

The strange man raised his brows with a gloomy face, Yin Tang's green tendons burst out, his thumb was forced, and the silver coin bounced up immediately.

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The entire God of Wealth Street, including the sky above, all the cotton catkins suddenly swarmed up, instantly wrapping the strange man into a snowman, and even the silver coins that were vacated were also wrapped, together with all the cotton catkins were still in the air, as if the heavens and the earth were also still.

For the sudden change, the four Zong Yang people who were in it were only shocked.

After a quiet and long breath, with a bang, the cotton catkins burst from the strange man's body, and everything around them returned to normal, and the silver coin fell, and the words were in the sky.

In the strong wind, the strange man turned around and left, and after rubbing shoulders with the person in Zongyang's black shirt, he said coldly: "Since it is a new word, I don't have to stay, but I will make a note of you, and I will try your luck next time." ”

The person wearing Zongyang's black shirt has an ancient face and a face like a crown of jade, but he seems to be born with a hostile spirit.

Outside the wall of the house, the beggar was gone, and Li Xuanzang, who was squatting inside the wall, was gone, only the little red flower in the corner of the wall was still there.

The old monk in the Sanzang Temple told the story of Master Sanzang going through eighty-one difficulties to learn the scriptures, omitting the paragraph that Master Sanzang accepted three apprentices on the way to learn the scriptures, and did not mention the common name of Master Sanzang before he became a monk, Li Xuanzang. 00 collected and organized, the copyright belongs to the author or publisher.