Nangong Zhu suddenly interjected, and as soon as he opened his mouth, it was a big crisis that plagued Lin Mochen.

Hu frowned, "It's coming again." Who can forget the catastrophe that has been experienced once in 10,000 years since the founding of the zombie country? The indulgence of these predecessors is not because of its existence. ”

Ten thousand years seems to be 100 million years, and the history of mankind is three million years. That is, the Earth is only a small part. No, that's just a scientist's research, if there really are immortals, gods and demons, those data may not be reliable. However, 100 million years is really long! Fortunately, it is 100 million years!

Lin Mochen, who has a short cultivation day, is indeed difficult to accept those retreats that take thousands of years or 10,000 years, not to mention this kind of calamity calculated in hundreds of millions of years.

"Min Chen's predecessor's actions are not to find an opportunity to survive the catastrophe. Nangong Zhu's eyes lit up.

Hu's brow furrowed even more, as if the problem was causing more trouble.

Refusal and non-rejection can be justified for nonsense. But it is more out of their own heart's choice, and some people are difficult to let go, so it becomes a hurdle on the road of cultivation. The environment in which he grew up made it difficult for him to have a good impression of the Xuan Corpse Clan, and even full of hostility, and the friendship of mutual support was also difficult for him to let go.

"You don't know, the reason why I gave up indulging is also because of two things, one is the duty of guardianship that I have been fulfilling, and the other is Min Chen's cultivation problem. Well, it's time for me to let go. ”

After the last sentence was finished, there was an aura of gloom on his body.

Lin Mochen turned his head to look at Xiannan Gongzhu, only to see that he was also confused.

Big brother, don't be stupid, okay? Your power is really good, and you will take away a master who is at the peak of three generations of generals and ministers in two sentences.

"Nonsense, don't you have other obsessions? The revival of the generals' family, the deep enmity with the blood of the Xuan corpse, and the achievement of the zombie emperor, are these all fake?"

Lin Mochen didn't have much affection for Hu Ruan, but he couldn't watch his fellow clan die like this.

"The generals' family already has the support of the Ming government, and there is a lot less of me, and it will not help to have more of me. The Xuan Corpse is hateful, and there is no point in killing it like this. Although the road to the zombie emperor is close at hand, it is the end of the world at hand!"

The gray and lonely aura on Hu Yan's body became stronger and stronger, and the crystal coffin in the hall was also covered with a layer of dead silence.

"Excuses, they're all excuses, excuses for you to escape. It is because of your thoughts that countless generals and masters choose to indulge. They, and you, have just passed the burden on us again and again, and you have been left at ease. When they wait for the next generation, they will give up on themselves again, and then leave the burden off. Therefore, the recovery of the Chen clan is far away!"

Hu Yan's expression remained unchanged, and he slowly spoke: "You don't understand, the reason why we are really obsessed is that there is no hope. ”

"I don't know what is supreme. But you haven't even reached the zombie emperor, and you want to peek into a higher realm, this is greed, this is delusion. Cultivation is already difficult, and if you can cultivate to the peak of the three generations of generals, it proves that you have the qualifications and the fate, and you are ten times stronger than those tragic deaths. You have already spent a huge amount of luck in the generals' veins, and you don't want to sit in the generals' veins, but you have been shirking it. You're cowards!"

Coward~

In the end, Lin Mochen was already a little crazy and roared angrily!

At this moment, the ground suddenly shook, and a roar of rage came.

"Scream, you scream, you have the ability to come out and them! But you're a little better than this, at least if you dare to scream, he'll just sigh here. ”

Lin Mochen simply ignored the threat of a group of generals and masters, and opened his mouth.

At this time, some of the coffins in the houses suddenly broke through the roof and broke away, and the village was calm again.

Hu Ruan was also silent, and his eyes stared blankly at the ground.

"His heart is dead. ”

Nangong Zhu stood up and came to Lin Mochen's side, "Don't waste your efforts. If he can be easily moved by you, his cultivation of the three generations of ministers will be in vain. Those who can cultivate to this point are all strong-willed people. Even if they are indignant because of your words, they will not easily change their minds. ”

"Is this what cultivators call Dao hearts?" Lin Mochen laughed self-deprecatingly.

He is just a little guy who has been cultivating for less than a year, not to mention his qualifications, and his cultivation is only the peak of the eighth generation of generals, so he is not qualified to accuse them at all. This is a person who can obviously live, but he actually wants to give up.

And he can only struggle on the edge of life and death.

Ridiculous, pathetic!

It was difficult for him to understand why Boss Ma regretted making so much money. Now he knows that the realm of life is different. We are struggling with food and clothing, struggling for a house, a car, a wife, a son, and we are desperate to break a penny in half, we are short of money! But they do not lack it, what they lack is spiritual satisfaction, the kind of things that money cannot buy.

"Just look at him and indulge like that?" the corners of his mouth were slightly bitter as he pointed to the gray crystal coffin in the hall.

Hu Chuan spoke again: "After I am addicted, you can take away my bloodline." ”

"Who the wants your bloodline, Lao Tzu's bloodline may not be worse than yours. A glint of hope appeared in Lin Mochen's eyes, "You don't need to be a bad person here." If you really want to help the generals, you should survive. Even if I take your bloodline and my qualifications have taken a leap, by the time I cultivate to your level, it will be millions of years later. ”

Nangong Zhu's face stiffened slightly, "It's useless, it's just that he's arranging the aftermath." ”

For people who are determined to live and die, especially for the tens of thousands of years old goblin like Hu Ruan, it is difficult for their will to be transferred.

Staying in the "Addictive Village" all the year round and getting along with so many generals and masters, his "Addictive Heart" has been consolidated and strengthened. What has been hanging on him is the obsession in his heart.

Lin Mochen had a great difficulty accepting this result, silently walked back to his place, and started cooking snake soup again. Now that you've decided to go, make the Last Supper as perfect as possible.

The fire is getting smaller, but the fragrance is getting stronger!

Lin Mochen took out three small bowls and scooped the condensed soup into the bowl spoonful by spoonful. It was as light as water, slightly yellowish, with a faint layer of oil floating on it, and circles of oil were tightly squeezed together.

"Nonsense, this is your last meal, eat it!"

A bowl of snake soup fell in front of Hu Waste under the traction of the blood.

Hu Yan's eyes lit up, and he quickly took the snake soup with both hands and drank it spoonful by spoonful.

"It's yours. Lin Mochen's voice calmed down a lot, and he began to slowly accept the fact that Hu was about to indulge.

Nangong Zhu took the snake soup, his face was very calm, obviously he was not so repulsive to this mollusk. The most difficult thing about some things is the first step, why the first time you kill someone, you will be pale and soft, why you will vomit when you see meat after the first dissection. But after the first and second time, everything will gradually get used to it.

His movements were still so elegant, spooning the soup for eight minutes, and lightly taking a third of it to his mouth, without making the slightest sound, in stark contrast to someone.

Since the first bite of snake soup, Hu's gray eyes lit up, and they were incompatible with the aura on his body. Spoonfuls of soup were poured into his mouth, and the sound of "gurgling" continued, interjecting the sound of gnawing snake meat from time to time.

Neither of them paid attention to these voices.

Looking at Nangong Zhu, who was drinking happily, Lin Mochen picked up another bowl and prepared to ......

Hmm, a hand reached out of his bowl, through the corner of his eye, the bowl in his hand sank down slightly, and then to the right side, his shoulder opened the hand, and his right hand quickly poured the soup from the spoon into his mouth.

"Boy, bring me another bowl. "It's a nonsense voice, with dead silence and urging.

Lin Mochen jumped his eyebrows, "Don't drink it, it's a waste to drink it again." ”