A self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of Wang Zhice's lips, and his eyes were a little sad. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the night when the Snow Old City had just been breached, and at the moment when the invasion crisis of the Holy Light Continent was resolved, he had to face the siege of four Terran Sacred Domain powerhouses.

"It seems to you that it is very sad, and it seems to me that it is no different. ”

Chen Changsheng said: "I have read your notes, and there are many books related to you, I really hope that I haven't seen you tonight, so you are still a legend in my heart." ”

Wang Zhice let go of the hand in the black robe, walked to the bottom of the steps, looked at everyone and said calmly, "I'm sorry. ”

The tense atmosphere was suddenly interrupted by a voice.

I said...... Can you respect me a little bit? This is my home. ”

The Demon Lord took two steps forward and said, "Shouldn't I be the protagonist of tonight's tragedy?"

Tang Thirty-six thought about those letters, smiled and said: "Tragedies often come from awkwardness, you are still young, not awkward. ”

"I take that as a compliment. ”

The Demon Lord looked at him and said seriously, turned to look at the black robe, and said sincerely, "Are you really ready to leave with this man?"

The black robe lowered his head slightly, and a sad smile appeared on the corner of his lips, although his face was a strange cyan, he still had a strange beauty.

The Demon Lord's eyes became hot, and he said, "I won't let you go!"

The wind rose for no reason, and Wang Zhice didn't see how to move, so he returned to the stage and choked the throat of the demon lord.

A magic weapon fell at the feet of the Demon Lord, and it shattered.

Just now, he aimed this magic weapon at the black robe, but before he could shoot, he was restrained by Wang Zhice.

The Demon Lord's face was flushed, and he was about to lose his breath, but he kept laughing.

Wang Zhice slowly let go of his hand, and his face became a little pale.

The black robe fell to the ground, already dead.

A seemingly ordinary sword pierced through her body, directly destroying her secluded mansion.

The one holding the sword was a man in Tsing Yi.

The man in Tsing Yi has been hiding in the shadow of the Demon Lord, until he finds the previous opportunity, and then he bursts out.

Even with the help of the Demon King, even if Wang Zhice's attention is on Wang Po and the others, and he can kill people in front of Wang Zhice, the people in Tsing Yi are certainly not ordinary assassins.

He is the number one assassin in the world, Liu Qing.

Chen Changsheng and Wang Po glanced at each other.

The three people in the wind and rain in Xunyang City have all arrived.

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The black robe died like this.

Wang Zhice stood quietly in front of her, not knowing what he was thinking.

In the end, he didn't make a shot either.

He picked up the black-robed corpse and walked towards the outside of the demon hall, where it soon disappeared.

Tang Thirty-six said to the Demon Lord: "Thank you." ”

The Demon Lord said: "I said that I love her, and I can't be born on the same day and month of the same year, at least I must die on the same day and month of the same year." ”

Tang Thirty-six said: "I can't stand you. ”

The Demon Lord smiled and said, "Don't take it anymore, goodbye." ”

Chen Changsheng said seriously: "Let's go." ”

Tang Thirty-six got out of the wheelchair with some difficulty and said to him, "Walk slowly." ”

Walking into the demonic flame like the night, the demon lord's body gradually turned into nothingness.

Until the last moment, he still had a smile on his face, a little satisfied, a little weird, and he didn't know what it meant.

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The snow was falling, and snowflakes were falling everywhere in the night sky.

The splinters were still floating in the night sky, like fireworks.

Wang Zhice left the old snow city with the black robe.

Half the city fireworks, half the city snow.

In the distance, on a snowy hill, a black sheep quietly watched this way.

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The night will eventually pass, and the dawn will come.

The rebels were finally routed and fled from Kyoto, and the Heihoku battalion joined forces with the Yulin army and began to pursue them.

Xuanyuan Po handed over the command to the Terran officers and stayed at the National Religious Academy.

After a night of hard fighting, even if he was a half-step sacred, he suffered a lot of injuries, especially when he was besieged by the masters of the Tianhai family, a big hole was cut on his left shoulder, and the blood flowed like a waterfall at that time, even he felt a little strange, why did he not feel faint at this time.

Of course, those masters of the Tianhai family all died under his iron sword.

Thinking that many years ago, he was crippled by Tian Hague at the Qingteng Banquet, Xuanyuan Po inevitably felt a little emotional.

He knew that Tian Haguer had died three years earlier, and it was said that he had died of depression.

Walking in the National Education College, feeling the awe-inspiring gazes of teachers and students, Xuanyuan Po felt a little uncomfortable.

The teachers and students of the Anglican College obviously regarded him as a stranger.

He's an old man of the Anglican Academy, and he even seems to have a position.

It is much quieter over there, the low wall has been demolished, and the small building is still in its original state, except for Su Moyu, who has no teachers and students to live in.

Those rooms were reserved for Folding Sleeves, Tang Thirty-six, Chen Changsheng and his.

There are many trees in front of the small building, and there are even more large trees in the forest near the direction of the palace.

Xuanyuan Po has some nostalgia and some regrets.

He used to hit trees in that wood, but now he doesn't dare to do so, and now he can hit any tree that is thick.

Walking to the other side of the lake, Xuanyuan Po saw the building he was most familiar with—the kitchen.

The original kitchen was destroyed by Infinity Blue, and now this one was repaired later, but there is no difference.

Xuanyuan Po walked into the kitchen, looked at those pots and pans, thinking about Chen Changsheng's request for less oil and less salt, he felt that a bird was going to fade out of his mouth, and then he thought of the boiled blue lobster and white rice that he had eaten with Tang Thirty-six several times, and felt that his saliva was about to flow out.

There is no food in the kitchen, it seems that there is no one here to use it, and Xuanyuan Po has some regrets.

Before leaving, he looked at the neat pyre and was silent for a while, and then inserted his iron sword into it.

Many years ago, when he was cooking on the fire here, he used to do this.

It's just that today he wasn't going to take the iron sword away again, because he wanted to learn from Tang Thirty-six and Chen Changsheng.

Decades or even centuries later, when a bullied freshman at the Anglican Academy discovers the iron sword in a pyre, what will happen after that?

In this regard, Xuanyuan is very much looking forward to it.

Luoluo was also very interested when he heard this, and laughed.

Soon the laughter stopped, and she was not in a good mood.

Last night was very long, first of all, the emperor's uncle turned into a sun, and then the husband talked to her in the old city of snow and told her not to move.

What happened in the old city of Xue? Since the emperor is so powerful, what are we going to do in Kyoto?

"Isn't what we're doing meaningless?"

She stood on the big banyan tree and looked at Xuanyuan Po and asked seriously.

Xuanyuan Po stood under the tree, worried that His Highness would fall down, and said, "You haven't climbed this tree for more than ten years, beware of slipping." ”

Luoluo grimaced, familiarly jumped over a branch, walked to the front of the branch, and looked at the lake.

The tree grows, but it doesn't change much in shape.

"The dean said that the process is more important than the purpose, so I think...... Of course, it makes sense for us to come to Kyoto. ”

Xuanyuan paused and said, "Actually, I don't understand the meaning of this sentence. ”

"You're such a stupid bear. ”

Luoluo said.

Xuanyuan Po thought to himself that if you were not His Highness, but Tang Thirty-Six, then I would definitely not let you go.

Luoluo explained: "Sir's meaning is very simple, we are all going to die, and the purpose is already doomed, so of course the process is important." ”

Xuanyuan Po thought about it very seriously and said, "It does seem to make sense. ”

Luoluo looked at the lake and found a very fat koi, but he didn't know if it was the previous one.

The fat koi gradually sank towards the bottom of the lake.

Suddenly, it wagged its tail and began to swim merrily back to the surface of the lake, making a splash.

Luoluo laughed happily.

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Many days later, Chen Changsheng and his party returned to Kyoto.

Traces of war can still be seen in the streets and alleys, and there are many collapsed buildings, and I heard that even the flower hall of the East Imperial Shogun Mansion has collapsed, but fortunately, no one has an accident.

The restaurant in Baihua Lane suffered heavy losses, and after two autumn rains, it still doesn't know where smoke will come from.

Chen Changsheng did not go back to the palace first, but went directly to the National Education College.

I haven't seen him for long, but I miss it very much.

Luoluo was about to throw himself into his arms, when he suddenly felt something different about him, and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Chen Changsheng nodded.

Luoluo let out a soft cry and quickly covered his mouth, his eyes full of surprise.

Chen Changsheng smiled and rubbed her head.

Luoluo tilted his head and squinted his eyes, like a little tiger, very cute.

Chen Changsheng withdrew his hand.

Luoluo was about to continue the action just now and threw himself into Mr. 's arms, when he suddenly saw a white coat.

She quickly smiled and said seriously, "I've seen Shiniang." ”

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Xu Yourong is back, Tang Thirty-six is also back, and Su Moyu and Chu Wenbin and other teachers and students are also back.

Of course, there are always some people who can't come back.

Guan Feibai and Cabbage did not come to Kyoto to meet Gou Hanshi, and went back to Lishan directly.

When the disciples saw the urns, they cried a lot, and then got drunk for three days.

Shichima was also very sad because Senior Brother Liang Banhu died, but she didn't drink because in addition to being sad, she was more worried.

The folded sleeves did not come back.

He did not return to the mountains, nor did he return to the National Teaching Academy, and the wolf tribe on the grassland has been looking for news of him.

No one knows where he is, or whether he is dead or alive.

Chen Changsheng looked at the closed door and said, "Back then, he was able to come out of Zhou Prison alive, and there was no reason for him to die like this. ”

Tang Thirty-six said: "I also think he is still alive, because he still owes me a lot of money that has not been repaid." ”

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The old town of Snow ushered in a harsh winter, and the goose-feathered snow kept falling.

In the city, because the princes and nobles left enough supplies after their deaths, it is not bad, but life outside the city is very difficult.

The Terran occupation forces maintain law and order in the city with strict laws, and there is not so much control outside the city, only to see if food aid arrives next spring.

There is a grassy slope in the north of the city, covered with thick snow, and it is impossible to tell that this was once a cemetery.

Only the occasional black monument showing the surface of the snow indicates the use of the place.

The snow suddenly moved, and gradually heaved, and then the snow fell, revealing a man.

The man was wearing tattered clothes, and the skin exposed outside the clothes was a disgusting pale blue, exuding a strong smell of corpses, and I really didn't know if it was a corpse or a living person.

If it weren't for the cold weather, I was afraid that the smell of corpses would spread far away.

The strange man picked up the snow and slowly scrubbed his cyan body, then found a black robe from the grave under the snow and covered it.

The hood is lifted to block the wind and snow, and it can also block the view.

Vaguely, the strange man's eyes were very indifferent.

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