On Chinese New Year's Eve, thousands of lights are lit up, wanderers look at distant mountains, green plums cook wine, and feel homesick.

Tomorrow is the Spring Festival, and the day after tomorrow, the blue sky and white day will no longer have the name of the fifteenth year of Wanli.

Zhongying's name for it is the Apocalypse.

In the year of the Apocalypse, the chess game was restarted, the situation changed, and I sat and watched Tianjiao's conquest, happy and revenge, but it had nothing to do with the ants on the ground.

It is a game of creation, a fight for luck, an opportunity to hold the roulette wheel of heaven and earth, and a test of the bottom line of the law of all beings.

But winning or losing is closely related to the ants below.

Is it fair. Fairness, after all, is an ant, scourge to the fish pond, how can you resist? In the water bottle, you can't escape, you have to die, the bottle is broken, you have to die. This is the tragedy of birth, born in this turbulent age, unable to see the light, alone in this troubled world, but without the ability to protect himself, relying on the powerful to survive, life and death together, and only life and death.

On a boat cruise, Los Angeles is immersed in the year-end carnival, celebrating the passing of a year of calamity, celebrating marriage, celebrating vitality, wishing for the happiness of the coming year, and wishing for the glory of the future.

Good men and women kneel in front of the stupas and temples, praying silently, and the atmosphere in the city is peaceful and tranquil, lively but not noisy, hot and restrained.

This is L.A.

A city with a heavy border stop.

And these residents, most of them, are criminals.

Looking at the busy traffic on the street, a green robe stood in the window of the pavilion, and there was an ink robe on his side.

A group of teenagers stood in the cold wind, silent among themselves.

In the past few days, the water in Los Angeles has been a little muddy again, and I don't know how many big fish have come, how many little hands have come to mess around, restless, and willful nonsense.

The teenagers watched in silence, missing their active minds. A warm blood, frozen and shivering, headache and brain fever, at this time they have not yet gotten rid of the sequelae, a weak appearance, thinking about the future, gloomy and bitter, the corners of the mouth are dry.

Powerlessness is not that you are in the dark and can't see anything, but that you know that there are tigers and leopards watching in the night, but you can only lie on your stomach, waiting for its approach, waiting for death to come.

That's what you can't do.

The young man looked at the stars and the moon, it was hazy, covered by fog, and the green-robed young man's eyes were dry and sore and slightly painful, and he closed his eyes to rest.

He didn't want to move, and he didn't want to be cranky. Confused, constantly wandering at this endless crossroads, frozen into stakes, driven away, white fog, he is just a child, after he was born, he has been busy all the way, he has not even seen the world clearly, he is tired of running, how do he know what he wants, what he wants to do, where he is going.

This lone wolf is not only afraid of the sheep, he is also afraid of himself.

Lie on your stomach.

The wind rises in the young man's robe, the green robe is silent, and the ink robe is compassionate.

The young man soothed the anguish in his chest, and hung a picture scroll full of blood in front of him, wrinkled, patchwork, and condensation of dirty blood, it was not a thing, but in Lin Chang's heart, it was already an inseparable part of himself. It's his blood, it's his knees.

It is the last dignity of Modao.

The young man was in the wind, the three ants were waving in the wind, the ink robe was fluttering, the young man looked at the stars in the distance, and suddenly he felt that he had touched a membrane, a layer of barrier, he could see the world opposite, but he couldn't enter, he sensed the enchantment in front of him with his hands, and his body was filled with trivial sorrows little by little, in vain, with sadness.

The group of teenagers was immersed in mourning, terrified, terrified.

The curtain by the window trembled, stroking the face of the green-robed young man, Xuan Chan opened his bloodshot eyes, all innocent, nothing more than a brown-black scarf, a space ring, a dead branch on the side of his waist, and a bag of baggage on his shoulder.

In that bag was the medicinal herbs he had taken back to the hoe sect at noon. Chen Xuan said that this medicine cannot be stopped, and it will leak if it is stopped.

And the contents of the broken jar hide his last capital.

Therefore, the medicine cannot be stopped.

The boy sneered and turned his face away.

He originally came to Luo's house to get medicine, but now, he can only collect the wreckage and leave alone.

What's even more tragic is that he doesn't know where to go.

The young man breathed for a long time, and the length of that breath exhausted all Xuan Chan's strength and exhausted all his energy. He didn't know what he should do, all he could do was ponder this long breath.

The corner of the green-robed young man's mouth hooked up a chuckle, turned around and squatted down against the wall with his back, looking at the bright moonlight on the ground in front of him, his body was weak, and he was muttering the prescription prescribed by Xuan Yuan. Even though he couldn't get the herbs, he wanted to remember.

Ask for a hope.

The young man entertained himself, and he was silent in an ink robe on his side.

He didn't say a word to Xuan Chan, but he was inexplicably cordial. Originally, they should have drunk milk and talked nonsense that night, but unfortunately the scene of the meeting was too ugly, and the memories were too cold, and they couldn't say anything when they came to their mouths.

It's time to leave tomorrow, and it's useless to stay here any longer.

Lin Chang leaned against the window, and the group of teenagers closed their eyes to recuperate, waiting for the dawn to be on the road.

The east wind is powerless to disturb the tranquility and empty.

The two ants fell asleep, and the young man's heart, which had been so torn apart by the world, slowly calmed down. They were powerless and withdrew gloomily, but those celestial prides were gearing up at this moment, thinking about how to fight that first battle.

And Los Angeles is a battlefield.

At this time, there were ten forces in Luocheng, namely the Meteorite Pavilion, the Beiqiong Palace, the Pingjiang Mountain, and the Cangming Palace in Beichen, the Jinhua Building, the Yuanhe Hall in Zhongying, and the three princes of the royal family, the Shadow Disappearing and Weiyang Palace in Xiyao, and the Liuyun Pavilion that maintained independence.

And the reason why Los Angeles can have ten major forces entrenched is not to show how important it is, but to make it clear.

The southern region is vast, there are many famous rivers and rivers, according to the pattern of the five frontiers and four oceans, the northern Xinjiang is the main battlefield of Beichen, the western Xinjiang is the main battlefield of the western sea, the periphery of the southern heavenly realm is entrenched by Zhongying, the Ganges River is divided by the Jiujiang, the two southeast territories in the remaining five frontiers, the Fajiang River, the Yuanyang and the Beihai in the four oceans have become a pot of porridge because there is no reason for the entrenchment of the big dragon, and they are fighting fiercely with each other, and it is difficult to see the situation clearly, so this first battle was fought in the territory of the three major empires and Jiujiang.

And Jiujiang is in the south of the Southern Regions, and the big forces in the north will run over when they are lame, so most of them are concentrated in the territory of Beichen, as for the forces of Xicao and Zhongying, they came purely because they were hostile to Beichen, and they ran over with the belief that even if they couldn't occupy the mountain, they would have to interfere with it, and the Beichen forces had to start arranging and defending from the border in order to defend the territory, so there was a surprising confrontation between the ten great forces in the territory of Los Angeles.

But if you want to talk about urgency, the most urgent must be Liuyun Pavilion. Luocheng is equivalent to the hometown of Liuyun Pavilion, and the other nine major forces have been overwhelmed by Daozi the most, but Liuyun has gone up to the elder and Daozi, and down to the hall master and the second Daozi, as long as it can have an impact on the situation, the news that the Qinglong Emperor is being treated in the Luo family is not a means to win over Zhongying.

There are three Tianjiao in Liuyun Pavilion, but only two of them are involved in the competition, one is Ma Beifeng and the other is Ma Qiubei.

At this time, the young man in the strong suit was drinking in the tavern, comforting the young man in the long coat beside him, and the naked strong man was sitting by the banner of the city lord's mansion with a golden sword, looking back at the wolf dogs around him viciously.

I'm going to have my Luo family in Los Angeles! That's it!

The strong man chewed the betel nut, the pressure carried by the long knife was heavy and oppressive, the flag in front of the city lord's mansion was unfurled, and the flagpole was frozen by the wind and snow to wrap a layer of armor, but there was only a little frost on the flag, and the flowing fluorescence made it like a crystal blue fry swimming in the cold night, high spirited, brave in the sky.

This is a flag unique to Los Angeles, and as for its birth, it is because of a girl in pink, and the girl's hair is like a fish.

It was the most presumptuous and romantic thing that the gray boy had ever done in his life.

It's just that after that, the fish in Los Angeles was lonely.

At this moment, the initiator was on the roof opposite the City Lord's Mansion and shook Ma Qiubei's gaze head-on.

His name is Fang Yan, Changmen Gong Tianjiao.

That's it.

The gray-robed young man looked indifferent, holding a gray-white chess piece in his hand, staring at the crystal blue flag, not knowing what he was thinking.

But in the end, it's a sad story.

The two sides confronted each other, and several pairs of eyes peeped around, not in a hurry.

At noon on Chinese New Year's Eve, a long rainbow light crossed the blue sky and white sky, and when the light dissipated, they already knew where Los Angeles belonged.

That's the trumpet spider of the night.

No one can fall in front of her, and if she does, she can also give you a waste.

However, although Ye Weiyang made a move, it is impossible to say whether Luocheng belongs to Liuyun Pavilion, Weiyang Palace, Luojia or Difu.

The gray-robed young man withdrew and walked away.

He is the Taoist of Nagato Palace, and it is impossible to waste time in such a place.

Even though he misses her so much.

The pink-clothed girl who deceived herself, the smile, the fry bun.

The boy smiled bitterly and disappeared.

Looking at the departure of the gray and white robe, the strong man slightly restrained his breath. It is impossible to say that he is not afraid of the young man's forcible action, but the next negotiations cannot be relaxed, after all, Los Angeles is not a little less confident than its two backers.

It is not just as simple as the Xuanwu border, it is the city defense pass.