At midnight, the wind howled.

The tail of the fifteenth year of Wanli is still swaying, and the head of the first year of the apocalypse can't wait to be revealed, vowing to peek into this new world, show off his skills, and stir up the storm.

The blue sky opens its eyes, the sky is in turmoil, lightning and thunder roar, and calamity is raging.

The roar is called Damnation.

The underground teenagers came out of the sheath to prove that folk proverb.

Tianjiao, you can't hold it!

The more you block, the more crazy it becomes, until you smash all the railings, and the boy is in his prime!

Beichen is in Los Angeles, Xicao is in Hengyang, Zhongying is in the Chengqi Mountains, Jiujiang is in the Ganges, the four main fields are in the melee, the fresh clothes are angry, and the wind is vigorous, just waiting for the last roar, and there is no regret!

Hehe~ This kind of scene, it's exciting to think about!

The moon is hidden in the sky, the young man is wearing a brown-green gown, licking the milk candy with his tongue, leaning on the halberd on the eaves and laughing peacefully.

But there is no way, he is Tianjiao, no matter how stupid he is, he is Tianjiao.

Angry individuals.

Just because of this Tianjiao's name, everyone thinks he is smarter than you, but who will admit that this foolish man who eats toffee is smarter than himself?

Kill and don't admit it!

The teenager laughed foolishly, the sound of firecrackers on Chinese New Year's Eve, and the people kept the New Year until the Spring Festival.

As for the young man in the long coat, he looked unconscious, kicking the tiles of other people's houses leisurely, and he kicked fiercely when others scolded him, looking angry, and waited for the people below to compromise before he stopped, and then laughed.

The people of L.A. are so friendly, they don't call me stupid.

It's really giving me a long gown to save face.

The brown and green boy smiled, with milk candy stains dripping from the corners of his mouth, looking smug.

Lu Cheng is here. What an idiot!

The young man in the tavern was drunk, his heart trembled, and suddenly the ground was not angry.

This fool stays a little longer, the last time I went to Yihong Courtyard to play, the girls gave him more tickets than themselves!

As soon as he thought of this, and remembered that he was a fool, Luo Yan couldn't help it, got up to look at the window, and saw the chess pieces in the fool's hand, and instantly became angry, Ma Beifeng couldn't pull it, and he was directly stuffed with a punch.

"Gan! Who hit my handsome face!" The young man in the long coat shouted! Looking at the Liuyun boy on his upper body, he suddenly smiled, "It's you!"

"It's you! Forgot me again!"

"What am I going to do! Don't you remember who you are! Give me some time!" The young man in the long coat was slightly annoyed, and just wanted to say his name to prove it, but the young man on the other side didn't listen, and grabbed the collar of the brown and green boy and said angrily: "Give you some time! Hurry up and take off this long coat for me, just your elm brain is still walking around, what if you recognize me!"

"Wait, who are you, you, you're confused! What kind of identity am I, are you more powerful than me when you punch me?——yes, why are you beating me!"

"Hey, I won't beat you, I'll beat you! I forgot who I am, what about your brain!"

"Are you stupid! Do I have brains!" the young man in the long coat shouted aggrievedly, rightly arrogant!

Luo Yan's dangling fist froze, right...... He has no brains, so why should I beat him!

The young man Liuyun reflected on himself, the young man on the other side laughed loudly, complacent, and after remembering what he said, he slowly began to calm down, and became angry, "You, say I have no brains?"

“......”

Gan!

The young man in Liuyun couldn't help it, and he was bullied forward with three punches, which made the young man in the long coat a little dizzy, and he had to speak out:

"Stop! If you hit me again, I'll fight back!"

"Fight back!"

"What you said! Give you one punch back, return you two punches! A fool! I don't even know that I don't have a brain, I deserve to be beaten!" The brown and green boy smiled wisely, the feeling of being ridiculed by the mentally retarded made Luo Yan feel very humiliated, and the two fought together, and then were pulled away by Ma Beifeng, who rushed over.

After separation, Lu Cheng scolded and scolded, "A fool, beat me? I have a solid brain, you beat me! Stupid! Hahaha, I'm afraid you don't know who my gown is!"

"Oh, who are you?" Liuyun Boy's breath suddenly sank, and his face was not good.

"You don't know any of me, boy in a long coat!"

"Eh!" Ma Beifeng put down.

"Oh! yes, I called Luo Yan!"

"I'll kill you!" The Liuyun boy went berserk, and Ma Beifeng stopped persuading.

An idiot.

Luo Yan is famous for his long coat, but I don't know when he has a comment called "It's a pity that he is a fool", and later learned that someone pretended to be him and went to the Tianxianglou of Changjinglou to ask for a comment, and then people in the south will borrow this sentence when they mention Luo Yan:

looks good, peerless;

It's a pity, a fool.

The first time they met, it was also like this, Luo Yan went to Zhongying Tavern to drink, Lu Cheng drank too much, relied on wine money, and wore a long coat.

Seeing the long coat, the shopkeeper said "eh" twice, at that time, I saw the brown and green young man's eyes glowing, and the corners of his mouth dripped saliva and couldn't stop smirking, "Oops! Since you recognize it, then I will admit it generously! I, it's Luo Yan!"

Loser, fool!

Lu Cheng was carried back that day, with a full head.

As for the young man on the stretcher, he repeated the words:

I, Luo Yan, on credit!

That time, the young man in the long coat stayed in Zhongying for three months, squatting on the hospital bed and beating Lu Cheng, the doctor came and he stopped, and the doctor continued to beat as soon as he left, so that the brown and green boy couldn't get out of bed for three months, and Luo Yan was about to live in the Yuanhe Palace.

Now that this pair of enemies are meeting, I'm afraid it will not be easy to stop.

However, seeing that the young man in the clouds rarely lifted his spirit, the young man in the power suit couldn't help but smile with relief.

Lu Cheng, come more.

Ma Beifeng smiled slightly, but the brown and green boy screamed non-stop, hugging his head and running away.

"This familiar strength, this familiar boxing technique, you, you, you! You are Luo Yan!"

“...... No brains!" the young man swung his fist. He couldn't bear it anymore, how could there be such a stupid Tianjiao!

Thinking about the young man in the long coat, he stepped forward and grabbed the collar of the brown and green boy, and said fiercely: "Take it off for me!"

"Don't take it off, you're a man!" Lu Cheng said aggrievedly, "This is a man's bottom line, don't force me!" The brown and green young man turned his face sideways and pressed his collar with his hand, looking like a chaste and fierce woman.

Luo Yan's muscles jumped violently, but in the end he still held back, threw him on the eaves, and shifted his gaze to the chess piece held by the brown and green young man.

Like, it's really a fool to compare.

The young man sat on the eaves, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and looked at the black clouds on the horizon in a depressed mood.

Looking at Luo Yan's lost appearance, the young man in the long coat on the tile squatted and sat up, chattering in fragments, looking like a resentful woman in the boudoir.

Looking at the quiet appearance of the two of them, Ma Beifeng pillowed the back of his head with his arms, and he was very good.

He's watching a play. After all, although he didn't like to talk, the brown and green boy was a chatterbox.

As for how to talk to tuberculosis......

The young man in a strong suit roasted the chicken and poured the milk, and moved a table over, Lu Cheng's face at this moment was a colorful moment, and the smirk was extraordinarily layered and infectious.

Slowly, the brown and green boy smiled and bent over the eaves, laughing so that the young man beside him frowned slightly, and glanced at him impatiently.

Looking at the fool's eyes, Lu Cheng's eyebrows fluttered, and he stretched out his hand to put it on Luo Yan's body:

"Young man, you have good luck today, you met me. ”

"Let me tell you, don't be afraid. The brown and green boy lowered his voice, "I, I, yes, God, arrogant!hahahaha, really, don't believe it, I'm the ancestor who can't even get out of the green smoke!"

"See, this gown is genuine!"

"Forget it, you don't understand it to a mortal like you. Then I'll tell you another secret, I'll tell you. Lu Cheng was a young man with a lot of ears, "I, yes, Luo, Yan!"

“...... Coincidentally, my name is also Luo Yan. The Liuyun boy smiled playfully, looking at Lu Cheng with a sideways face, and the brown and green boy opposite was in disbelief, only to see him bite his lower lip with his teeth and raise his eyebrows, stretch out his hand and pat him on the shoulder, and smiled shyly, "Begg, I'm annoying~ I amuse others~ You are Luo Yan, then who am I~!"

"How do I know who you are. Luo Yan's face sank.

It's a pity, it's a sissy.

I'm Gan!

The Liuyun boy got up slowly, and under the powerful pressure, the charming young man grinned and bared his teeth and blinked innocently, but his body trembled skillfully.

"You, you're Luo Yan!"

Lu Cheng looked frightened, pressed under him by a flowing cloud gown, and struggled shyly.

Ma Beifeng blushed, turned his cheeks sideways and didn't look at it, and the group of teenagers on his side played too openly, which made him a little unincomprehensible.

The young man in the power suit took a sip of milk.

The green-robed boy is a talker, but it's a pity that he has a bad memory.

Especially when facing Luo Yan.

Ma Beifeng smiled, looked into the distance with a glass of wine, and there, Ma Qiubei made a move.

And he, it's time to go to war.

At the end of the winter wind, the spring breeze rises.

Dressed and walked away, the cold pool in the distance broke dawn, the sun and moon in Los Angeles rotated, on the bleak and bitter rocky hill, the last snow fell in the west of Los Angeles, all fell at the foot of the town soul mountain, so that now the west of the town soul mountain is piled up under a layer of heavy frost and snow, there are four knee marks on the frost and snow, there is a cold pool under the knee print, and a white horse is frozen in the cold pool.

An emaciated old horse that doesn't regurgitate.

Now, it's finally waking up.

Opening his eyes and looking at the extraterritorial sky above his head, the old horse stretched out his hooves to break through the ice, and the city lord's mansion in the north began to test each other, and Ma Qiubei withdrew from the domain here and released it.

This cold pool is the law realm of naked strong men, a cold pool that can freeze the soul.

However, the strong man was born proud, and since he was born, this cold pool has not frozen to death.

The old horse shook his body, looking tired and distressed.

It is the hall master of the "Xingri Horse" of the Zhongying Star Palace, and was exiled to Los Angeles for crimes, and was ordered to go west only in the middle of Los Angeles.

Now, four years later, I have forgotten everything but that I am still alive.

But now, it vaguely remembered something.

For example, it was a teenager.

It's just that these years have tormented it to age a lot.

The old horse shook the frost and snow on his body, and looked at the end of the alley, the old beggar who was sleeping soundly.

The white horse stepped forward, stepping on the shallow snow attached to the rocky hill, and he had not seen him for many days, but he had changed greatly at this time, his body was emaciated, blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth, his hair was scattered and scattered, he was dying, and he was holding a piece of brown paper in his hand.

The old horse was resting, and he never had the courage to open the letter to learn the news from afar, but the traces left on the vellum paper after repeated rubbing with his thumb proved the expectation in his heart.

He still wants to go back.

It's just that he didn't dare to read the message in the letter.

Today, the envelope on the brown paper of this scroll is stained with a light layer of frost and snow on the rocky hills, and it is extremely beautifully stained.

It's that delicate, delicate look.

The thin old horse sighed sadly, now they obviously belong to the generation that was sacrificed, the hero is sad and white-haired, the young man is hard, the middle-aged is hard, and he is still suffering when he is old.

But it's ridiculous.

The old beggar in the starry night coughed slightly, opened his blurred eyes, looked at the white horse hidden in the wind and snow behind him and didn't speak, just coughed, and the sound of breath continued, but he couldn't say anything.

He saw it.

After all, he saw the hexagram. He finally saw it.

The old beggar opened his mouth, blood dripping down his jagged teeth, and he laughed madly, laughed wildly, and there was no remorse in his countenance!

It's worth it!

But it is also ...... I can't afford to go back.

The old beggar closed his eyes with hatred, took out the letter with his thin palm, and glanced at it weakly.

That glance is full of hazy pictures, and that glance is full of absurdity!

The old beggar protected his heart and hid his breath.

He wants to live.

The wind and snow buried his figure, and on this chaotic stone hill, it was like a tombstone.

To the south, hopelessly.