The snow was falling and the night was cold.

There is no moon or starlight tonight.

A carriage drove through the night, and the cold wind howled.

In the mountains and forests, the three crossbows pierced the carriage made of stainless steel, and the woman with the baby in her arms inside.

The woman's blood was dripping and dripping on the baby's face.

The innocent eyes are big, and the salty blood flows into the immature lips, with a hint of bitterness and a hint of sweetness.

This is an ordinary shijie among hundreds of millions of shijie.

It's ordinary, but it's not ordinary.

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Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, the Assassins on the mountain jumped through the forest and approached the already dilapidated carriage.

The iron hammer in their hands was already clenched, and they could easily pierce the baby's body, but they could not do it, they could not ...... Do it.

A man wearing a hat stood in front of the carriage, and also stood in front of heaven and earth, blocking the carriage and blocking the view of the world.

His body is a thick wall, blocking the wind and frost, blocking the wind and the moon.

"Kill~~"

The Assassins had an assassin mission, and the only value of their existence was to kill that baby, the one who brought misfortune to Shijie, which was ...... Command of the gods.

The shrine is the only legal institution of this shijie and the largest shili of this shijieliliang. Tonight, the Chosen Knight, the most mysterious of the Temple, began this killing operation.

This is the command of the gods.

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The swarthy bolts shone in the reflection of the snow, and the fluttering snowflakes fell on the man's hat, a white layer.

The crossbow bolts are coming, and they are coming.

He can pull away. But it can't be returned. Because the carriage is in the back.

He took off his hat. That's a bald head. Very ordinary bald head. Thin lips, big ears, and only eyes were commanding in the night, brighter than the light of fireflies.

The bow and arrows loaded with the Gang Breaker pierced the air, creating a dense rain of arrows around him.

When the eyes of the world were again fixed on the ascetic in straw sandals, he was already surrounded by a dense forest of arrows.

His hat shattered and turned into wisps of bamboo cuts. Leaning on this ordinary hat. He survived this round of arrow rain, and he was also seriously injured, his shoulders and calves were pierced by crossbow arrows, blood dripped, and small red dots fell in the snow, as if a red rain had fallen in the world.

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The iron hammers of the assassins slashed, and the three hundred temple assassins charged, in this world. Only a few people can afford it. And as it happens, this bald head is one.

His hands were moving. With a slight push, the assassins' chests collapsed limply, and their internal organs were shattered and bleeding.

The Assassins died, and more than 300 bodies were buried in the wilderness.

The ascetic, who was seriously injured himself, took the baby and went to the bitter cold snow of the north, ready to gather all the lessons he had learned in his life and instill all that he had learned into the apocalyptic baby.

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It was on this night, not far from the town that was filled with the smell of the dead, that the dim light was still illuminating the dark earth.

A man in Tsing Yi holding a green flag is eating noodles on top of facial paralysis.

It was already late, there were no customers, and the old man who sold noodles wanted to close, but he had to give it to the people in Tsing Yi.

The strong noodles are sprinkled with boiling water, soaked in shabu, and then served in a large bowl, sprinkled with green onions and coriander, and cut a few thin slices of beef in sauce, and the fragrant noodles are served.

The people in Tsing Yi eat this noodle and are not afraid of being hot. He eats very quietly, giving people a sense of tranquility, and watching him eat noodles is a pleasure. Despite this, after a few chopsticks, the noodles were gone.

The snowflakes were blown by the wind, and this small open canopy, only the stove was still a little hot.

Pieces of snowflakes were blown into the still warm noodle soup by the wind and melted, and the people in Tsing Yi just sat there, watching the soup in the bowl grow more and more.

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In front of the stove, a sloppy young man squatted, his eyes fixed on the sweet potato buried in the hot ash of the stove.

Sweet potatoes are grown from sandy soil, so they are also extra sweet. The long sweet potatoes are ripe better than those round large potatoes on the mountain.

After the people in Tsing Yi finished eating the noodles, the sloppy young man used a rake to pull out the roasted sweet potatoes with black skin, which were scorched and fragrant.

The thick layer of charred black skin was peeled off, revealing a soft light yellow melon pulp, all dripping with oil......

The hand covered with grass and wood ash in the fingernail cover gently tore off a hot soft melon pulp, put it in his mouth, and savored it. On this cold and snowy night, it is a happy thing to be able to eat a roasted sweet potato.

The old man yawned, speechless to the two diners who had been sitting from morning to late at night, and also complained that the children of the family were still waiting for his grandfather to come home, and the roasted sweet potato he bought for him in his arms was already cold.

But he didn't have a chance to go back.

The cold light flashed, and a sword cut his head, and the head with his eyes open fell into the boiling pot, and suddenly turned into a pot of blood soup.

The sword came from the green flag, and the man in Tsing Yi held the sword and pointed at the sloppy youth.

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The people in Tsing Yi killed people for no reason.

He is the god of this shijie, so he kills. For thousands of years, the temple was dedicated to him.

The snow is heavier and the wind is heavier.

Snowflakes hit the face and it hurts.

The sloppy young man was still tearing the roasted sweet potato pulp along the texture one by one, and the heat of the sweet potato melted the snow on the entire noodle stall.

He was a little thirsty, so he went to the urn and scooped water to drink.

The water scoop had already been picked up, and the water urn that had frozen was thawed the moment he scooped the water. It's still cold, but it's still water-scooping.

He drank cold water, and the sword stabbed him in the neck.

Scratched, a hole in the neck was opened, like an open mouth, hot blood, cold water, mixed and rushed out, splashing red snow.

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The sword in the hand of the man in Tsing Yi is still clean, not stained with a trace of blood, his sword is too fast!

He turned, for the scruffy youth was dead.

The sloppy youth was arrogant to the point of insolence, so he died. He thought he couldn't kill him. But that's just what he thought. Follow his plot. He also has to come to the top of the Forbidden City and blow snow at the West Gate, but obviously he doesn't have this opportunity.

The man in Tsing Yi turned around, so he saw a figure in the snow. It was a sloppy youth, no different from a sloppy young man who had his throat cut and died, because they were ...... One person.

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The eyes of the man in Tsing Yi were solemn, and the sword in his hand was tightly held. I made a sword pose.

Now, the sloppy youth is enough to attract his attention.

The sloppy young man in the noodle stall was gone, because he wasn't dead in the first place. The corpse that the man in Tsing Yi thought was just a fake. He didn't cut his throat, he was faster than his sword, so he deceived his eyes.

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This snowy night was a restless night.

Two swords pierced the bodies of two people, the man in green clothes, a sloppy youth.

They were still standing, staring at each other's blood. Wounds.

The sloppy young man is not really sloppy, it's just that he has traveled too much. The beard was not shaved, the hair was not cut, the face was not washed, and the blue cotton jacket was torn, so it looked sloppy.

Two swords, two Tsing Yi.

The sloppy young man's injury was more serious than that of the man in Tsing Yi, but the gaze of the man in Tsing Yi was very solemn, and there was a trace of ...... in it Doubt.

“weishenme？”

He asked, he was confused, so he asked.

What to ask? Heaven or earth? He didn't say, but he knew that the other party understood. Because the two of them are the most similar people in the world.

The eyebrows are similar, the eyes are similar, and the nose is similar.

He wanted to ask, weishenme the other party will abandon his own destiny.

This question is difficult to answer and easy to answer. If you want to abandon nature, you can abandon it, how can there be so much truth to talk about.

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Many years ago, a sloppy young man wearing a cyan cotton jacket frantically walked into the Zuihou station of this ancient road, Guangming Station.

The name of the platform is Guangming, which actually means that there is no road ahead, there is no light, it is the real eternal night and nothingness.

It's time for Zuihou, and it's time for the travelers to stop. Or go back, go back to your hometown, and tell the people back home about what you saw and heard along the way. Or stay in a foreign country on your favorite platform and enjoy the taste of nostalgia.

But in the world, there are always a few people who don't have their own home.

The Tsing Yi man is one, and the sloppy youth is also one.

Zhou Sheng was here and found another spirit born from the fragments of the clay tablet of fate. This spirit was lucky, collected three pieces and gave birth to a spirit no less than his.

But the people in Tsing Yi had no determination and abandoned the powerful Liliang. So although he was lightly wounded, he was not as good as him.

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Six pieces have been found, and the remaining two should be alive.

That is the baby in the snowy night, whoever gets the baby, gets everything, restores the glory of the family, transcends the ancient road, and enters the shijie that is or is not.

The second meaning of the question of the Tsing Yi man is that you have given up your fate, why do you still compete with him for fate and let that bald ascetic come out to stir up the situation.

This, of course, he will prevent. Who knows if he will hit the remaining three after he has five clay tablet fragments. Although he had given up the three fragments, his spirit had been born from it after all, and Zuihou had to be completely united in order to truly realize the perfect glory of the past.

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The man in Tsing Yi pulled out the sword on his chest, which was the other party's sword. The sloppy young man also pulled out the sword inserted in his body, which was also the other party's sword.

The sword is very sharp, so it can pierce his body.

The sword was not sharp, because the resistance of piercing the body also made the tip of the sword collapse.

"Jun Yan, zaijian, don't see~~"

He turned and walked away.

The word 'zaijian' is placed in front of the word 'missing', just a disguise. What he really meant was that he didn't want to be zaijian, so the man in Tsing Yi couldn't hit the baby's attention. Because once he does this, he is the only one who can stop him, and then they will be able to meet again.

At that time, it must be a bloody battle, so he didn't want to zaijian.

In this way, it is also a good thing to let the baby grow up with peace of mind.

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The man in Tsing Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, he understood his words, so he had to be cautious enough.

At night, the snow was heavy. (To be continued......)