The carriages and horses are north and south, pedestrians are in a hurry, wearing a green robe and sleeping in the quagmire, not knowing where they are and where their souls are returning.

This is the north road of Los Angeles, the little boy walked for four days, but still did not get out of this beggar entrenched business road, the road is full of traffic, occasionally stop to rest the noble sons, in the light of the early sun look at the four directions, sigh lightly that the sky and the earth are beautiful.

The blue sky and the white sun are gone, and the light is bright, and the stars are shining on the earth.

It's just the green-robed boy in the weeds, can they really not see it.

Perhaps. But if nothing else, the young man in the green robe will die of illness next to this troubled mound.

Wanderer, this is the most beautiful stroke of the literati ink that brings together romance, misery and melancholy.

Unlike beggars, they are misanthropic and leave the pyramids and exile their lives.

Unlike hermits, they are passionate and passionate, unsheathed the injustices of the world, greeted the darkness, and were tortured into a sesame seed.

This is the ronin. Die in the heavens and the earth, wandering the end of the world.

It's not praised, but it's really sad.

Xuan Chan opened his eyes, his fingers sank into the dirt, and for a long time, a mouthful of decay and death breath was exhaled, and it did not disperse around his body for a long time.

The whale said that Tianjiao is the easiest to die. Because they either have no faith or believe in nothingness.

After a long time, I want to die.

Tianjiao is a teenager in less than three years, and a corpse in seventeen. It's tired and crooked.

He didn't know how it felt, but now he felt that he should be able to die.

A sense of powerlessness, nothingness and emptiness, no support, no foundation, no so-called, no love, no attachment, life is like an invisible mass of air.

This state is very similar to the appearance before Tianjiao's feathering. But Tianjiao has everything, and he wants to have it but can't do anything. Although they are all in a state of no desire and no desire, they are unwilling after all.

The boy sneered, and fell asleep with a mouthful of blood, and for a moment he didn't want to move, so he remained in a state of confusion, and collapsed in the mud.

Wrapped tightly in the green robe, the blood contracted, the collar shrunk, pressing the blood vessels, the suffocation slowly approached the flesh, the young man suddenly opened his scarlet eyes, his face was hideous, the vision in front of him began to dim and upside down, Xuan Chan exhaled tormentedly, the heavy snort was suppressed on the pale skin, a little red dots appeared, the pale lips were torn, and a trace of reddish blood oozed from the lip line, and the tears burned the eyes, like a knife used to cut the corpse, ruthless and numb, only concerned about dividing.

The pain spread, and the green-robed boy lay on the ground, flattened into a blank sheet of paper.

It seems that his life will not last long.

The spring breeze was blowing, vowing to turn the corpse into fertilizer, and the young man was just struggling instinctively.

He wasn't ready for the future.

I don't even want to care about life and death at this moment, as if all this has nothing to do with me.

The green-robed young man crouched on the earth, the scorching sun on his head, justice, majestic, orange-red body hanging high in the sky and looking down on the earth, like an emperor wearing divine armor, wearing a crown on his head, wearing a yellow robe, his expression was majestic, his body was as immobile as a mountain, holding the order of the world, judging the prisoners below, and there were rows of soldiers and armor standing between the whole heaven and earth, majestic and mighty.

The treasure of the heavenly palace.

The enforcer in a blue-and-black robe hung his head and closed his eyes.

North Road in Los Angeles is one thing in the eyes of ordinary people, but it is another in his eyes.

The great forces of the seven parties gathered to maintain the jar that was broken by the other side, each with its own plans.

This matter cannot be controlled by the Law Enforcement Palace.

He came only because a teenager had applied for arbitration from the Law Enforcement Hall on this matter.

The juvenile law enforcement closes his eyes, not moving like a mountain, the north road is in a hurry, and the juvenile is like a stone next to the torrent, which is particularly conspicuous in this world.

The wind and grass were moving, looking at Xuan Chan's body, and the seven strong men behind him were drinking porridge with baked cakes in their mouths, and the hot air was boiling down their stomachs one by one, without the slightest movement in their hands.

Their task was only to keep the broken jar safe, to prevent its contents from being stolen, to prevent the jar from being completely shattered, and that Tianjiao's luck meant that he would never die at the hands of the other side, they just needed to make sure that no one could hurt him along the way. Seven strong men with bulging muscles rolled up their sleeves, and the pedestrians around them looked forward to it, these seven men dressed as bandits had been following the young man for many days, and they had never known what they were trying to do, and they were not routinely on guard, but every time someone tried to approach the flesh in the grass, they would be killed by the strong men with thunder in the next moment.

No one tried to restrain the seven fierce gods along the way, and the border guards of Xuanwu did not stop them even though they were guilty of business, but just watched from a distance and acquiesced in their murderous behavior.

Since it was a transaction, the seven of them were above board and did not hide, and no one could say anything under the constraints of the treaty.

If you have to say, there is only one sentence: Who told you not to have eyes?

It's as ridiculous as the boy who won't die of illness because he was born proud.

The strong men sat on the huge rock with golden knives, counting the hours in their hands, counting the ghosts of the other four killers.

There are thirty-four thieves in total.

On the surface, the three people who were killed by them were just beings who were used to attract attention, and thanks to them, they were not stupid.

Tearing off the large piece of wheat cake in his hand with his teeth, the strong man in cloth at the head took out the medicine and sprinkled it around. There are too many cows, ghosts, snakes and gods along the way, although there is a contract in the body, and the big forces of all parties bet on the game, but the pressure that that arrogant actions need to bear, even if it is just a trace of breath leaking, is not something that the seven of them can bear alone.

Seven strong men sat cross-legged at the staggered convergence points of the formation, and the four assassins sat cross-legged behind the green-robed young man with their eyes closed.

He will never die. But it really looks like he's dead.

Eleven traveler-level powerhouses lined up to guard, and the strong man in cloth at the head frowned and closed his eyes, and it was difficult to make a decision.

Murong Xuan gave him two bottles of medicine before leaving, one bottle was instructed to be sprinkled around the formation, and the other bottle was not said, it was about to cure the young man's illness.

But he didn't command, not even hinted at it.

Since leaving the Tiannan Pavilion, the young man in brocade has been sheltering him, but after the whale swung his tail and left, the forces of all parties began to bet one after another, among them, led by the other side, the things that he ate, the things he saw, and the things he experienced were all carefully arranged and designed by the powerful people, and even the activities of Tianjiao under the sect were not instructed by the sect, and in such a complicated situation, if his own unauthorized decision broke the balance, it would be a great crime.

Standing up and looking around, the strong man frowned for a long time, but he couldn't see anything.

Thinking of the souls of the dead who died under their own swords, the strong man put away the potion and stopped doing superfluous things.

This kind of chessboard, taking one's own destiny may not be able to play a role.

Seven strong men sat cross-legged on the rocks, and there was a young man at the Che Shangshan Station on the North Road, wearing blue and gold.

He's coming.

The boy smiled gently, facing the sky, at the fierce sun behind the clouds.

He smiled.

Heavenly Palace, Meteorite Pavilion, Law Enforcement Palace, Shuntian Mansion, four of the forty-seven major forces in the Southern Regions.

Zilanxuan, Sorrow Garden, Jingmen, Xianzong, Shangyi Hall, five of the seven gates of Northern Xinjiang.

It's really a big battle.

The young man stretched out his hand to arrange the surrounding formations, and the attendants under his hand unsheathed and attacked, cleaning up the various characters attracted by the broken jar in the grass.

It's leaked after all.

Attract bees and butterflies.