Snowflakes fell on the host's face, and the host shook his head and smiled.

It was the first time he had smelled snowflakes and felt the temperature of them.

It turns out that the snowflakes are cold and have a fishy smell.

He raised his hand and wanted to raise the long sword in his hand, but unfortunately he suddenly lifted it up, and the long sword seemed to weigh a thousand catties. The long sword, which was originally commanded like an arm, could not move him a single bit.

He slowly fell backwards, holding him all the time.

Dongdao slowly turned his head, a smile appeared on his face, and then the smile immediately solidified and turned cold like a snowflake in this winter.

He didn't know what to say, what to remind, or even whether to persuade him to go.

Supporting him was the West Naughty Boy, a West Naughty Boy who had never grown tall and was like a child.

"Leave it to me. The voice is immature, but it is extremely firm.

Dongdao, who was gradually becoming old, suddenly felt a little ashamed of himself, he neither wanted the birth of the blood demon, nor did he want his good friend Xi Naughty to take risks.

But in this world, how can there be a double law?

The host was helped to sit down by the wall, pestle the long sword.

The sword name is Xianyun, which is just right for him, a wild crane.

The pale host didn't say much, just said, "Be careful." ”

As usual, the West Naughty Boy grinned, nodded, and stepped forward.

His body was even smaller than that of the southern traitor, but at this moment, he looked extremely tall.

"He survived four tribulations, you three times. There was a hint of confusion on the face of the southern traitor.

"You should have seen my strength just now, I don't know why you came to die. The big scythe of the southern traitor leaned forward slightly, and bursts of cold light flashed on the scythe, and even on the blade, there was a trace of red, which was the blood of the host just now.

"He told me that in the Holy Pilgrimage, there was a weak man who was bullied, and he didn't just forget it, although he couldn't win the battle anyway. ”

Nan Rape suddenly felt that these two demon clans were not like demon clans, although he knew that they were delaying time, he still cooperated and asked, "Then what should he do?"

"He can report to the police. ”

The West Naughty Boy looked at the southern traitor with a puzzled face, and then said: "Because more people will come out to help him uphold justice." ”

Nan Rape's brows were tightly knit.

"The truly strong will be bounded by the freedom of the weak, and this is best evidenced in the place where there is law. Because the human race has this kind of consciousness, they can unite when they are suffering, and it is because they have this perception that the people at the bottom will be relieved to hand over their backs to those managers. ”

"I don't understand, what does it have to do with me. Nan Rape said coldly.

The West Naughty Boy raised his head, with a hint of desolation in his eyes, and then looked at Nan Rape and sighed.

"Our demon clan has always been weak and strong, and you blood demons

One vein is even more so, once the shot is made, the grass will be cut to the roots, and the geese will be plucked. If it goes on like this, this world won't last long. ”

"You don't know how to respect the weak, and you don't know how to fear the strength of the weak. ”

Nan Rape turned his head and glanced at Yuan Batian, only to see that Yuan Batian and the others were also confused like himself. But when he looked at Lin Haotian, he found that Lin Haotian actually nodded frequently, as if he understood, he suddenly became a little annoyed and snorted coldly.

"What strength do the weak have?"

The traitor doesn't understand, and he doesn't bother to understand.

By the time he asked the question, his body had moved.

He didn't want to drag it out any longer, and although the emperor kept his back hand, it didn't stop him.

He has been hiding his strength for today!

It looks like a huge scythe, but it is extremely nimble in his hand. With the experience of the east, the western urchin did not have a hard encounter with the southern traitor, but blindly ran around Pengshan with two rings in his hands.

A huge sound came, and the size of this Pengshan was gradually thinning, and even the gray chief and others who had been staying halfway up the mountain felt that this Pengshan had been shaking.

Except when it hits the back mountain, only white marks will appear, and ice chips will be scattered everywhere when it hits other places.

One of the two hid, the other chased, and soon this Pengshan was nearly a circle smaller than before.

The southern traitor holding the scythe stopped, and if he continued to entangle with him like this, I am afraid that there would really be variables.

The southern traitor no longer hesitated, and turned into a bat and chased after the western urchin.

The southern traitor who turned into a bat was much faster in speed and shape, and the western urchin saw that he was about to be overtaken, so he immediately rose to the sky and headed towards the clouds.

"Lao Tzu has survived six tribulations, are you still afraid that you have survived three tribulations?" Nan Rape's voice came from behind him, and the naughty boy turned around to see that Nan Rape was behind him, and he could catch himself as long as he stretched out his hand.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he waved the dragon and phoenix ring in his hand and rushed towards the southern traitor.

At the same time, thunderclouds gathered above his head, and purple brilliance flashed.

The Western Naughty Boy knows that he is not the opponent of the Southern Traitor, and plans to lead out the Heavenly Tribulation and die with the Southern Traitor!

The southern traitor grabbed the West Naughty Boy, and the claws were deeply embedded in the West Naughty Boy's body, and the West Naughty Boy not only did not beg for mercy, but laughed uncontrollably and bit him down.

As soon as the southern traitor's claws flicked, the western urchin fell from the sky and landed straight in front of the host.

At this time, the West Naughty Boy did not have the slightest breath of a strong man, and the thunder tribulation in the sky also let him go, but went towards the southern traitor.

The West Naughty Boy climbed up from the pit covered in blood, his face was full of blood, and now he looked more like a porcelain doll on a New Year's painting than just now.

He saw the host, grinned, propped himself up, left a long trail of red on the snow, climbed beside the host, and sat down with the host.

"It's good that you're not dead yet, and we can go on our way together. ”

The West Naughty Boy grinned, and as he spoke, he looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, and raised his head towards the east road, as if to show off.

"Let's hope they come back!"

The host is like a gossamer, and his hair and beard are all white at this time, like an old man in his old age.

"Anyway, I tried my best. ”

The West Naughty Boy sighed.

"By the way, what did the fortune teller tell you back then?"

The West Naughty Boy then asked, a little curious.

"What about you?"

The host asked rhetorically.

"He's!" the West Naughty Boy fell into memory.

Back then, he held the dragon and phoenix ring in front of the madman wearing the cuffs embroidered with stars.

"Tell me, can I surpass the old man above in the future. ”

The West Naughty Boy pouted and pointed to Pengshan.

"Exceeded, not exceeded. ”

"What do you mean?" the West Naughty Boy did not relent, and put the dragon and phoenix ring around the madman's neck.

The madman didn't say anything, he could only ask another question: "If I am gone in the future, will many people remember me?

Perhaps it was this question that touched the madman, whose voice suddenly became more sad and tender, and said like a child: "Yes, many people will remember you." People who do big things are not ugly. ”

After the West Naughty Boy finished speaking, he bent down and wiped the snow from the ground, and the ice was like a mirror, and his appearance was reflected in it.

Looking at himself with a bloodstained face on the ice, he sighed and grinned, "That dead madman really didn't lie to me, I'm still good-looking." ”

A smile tugged at the old man's face.

......

"Daoist, you really don't plan to know your fate?" The young Taoist with a long sword on his back was stopped by a madman in a black robe.

Not long ago, my good friend was looking for this madman all over the world. For they all said that the madman's prophecy was accurate.

The young Taoist with the long sword on his back poured a sip of wine.

"Forget it, it's useless to know what you can't change, and what you know to do if you can change it?"

The young Taoist swept past the black-robed madman.

"But you will be more cautious when you get the next sign, and you will be happier when you get the next sign. "The madman in the black robe doesn't look like a madman at this time.

The young Taoist waved his hand back and said, "Then I don't know the reason. ”

At that time, the snow was heavy.

The madman stared at the man's back and was silent until the young man's back disappeared into the snowstorm. After a long time, he muttered: "This kid has a bit of the demeanor of the Qinglian Sword Sect's surname Li back then. ”

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