Aomatsu was buried in a dirt pit, and he thought that his old life was coming to an end. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But after waiting for a long time, he is still alive.

This is good news, even though he is still deeply buried.

He thought that the ram had a fate, and this old fellow was going to do something unreasonable.

Now, it seems, not necessarily.

Because he is alive and well, although it is a bit far-fetched to live in this condition.

There was no one left in the dilapidated hall, and all sorts of debris were placed around his head, so tightly that only a little light could see outside, and he breathed in this little light.

The body was cellared in the soil pit, and I didn't feel it at all, and I don't know how many hours had passed, and the thistle terrestris was afraid that it was deeper into his bloodline, but now he didn't feel it at all.

Maybe it's because of the numbness of being buried.

Alas!

If no one cares about it all the time, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait a few more hours for my old life.

I can't imagine that I, Qingsong Daoren, have been running around all my life, and finally buried here.

Unexpectedly.

However, it can be regarded as a place for the dead to be buried.

He suddenly felt that he could go away in peace, and suddenly felt that there were many important things to be done.

From now on, the sorrows of the world can be gone, and they will all turn into a breeze, which is a very good thing.

However, there was a sudden deep parting in his heart, which made it difficult for him to give up.

Yuping Mountain.

This is the last pain of his life.

He can't avenge his fellow sect anymore, and he can't reorganize his sect anymore, but he can't watch his sect's treasure fall into the hands of outsiders, and it's the hands of demons.

How can he, he has been enduring humiliation, just hoping that one day he can regain the treasure of his own sect, so that even if he dies, he can comfort the ancestors of his own sect.

But now, I may be about to die, and the jade screen of this gate is gone, and I don't know who will fall into the hands of anyone?

Thinking of the treasures of this sect, he remembered the moment he recited the incantation.

The jade screen is scattered.

He flashed back to what had just happened.

The jade screen may still be in this hall, or it may have been taken by someone for a long time, or it may have been taken by the two girls.

He suddenly had a glimmer of hope that the treasure was still in this hall, and that it might be lying quietly in some corner.

He suddenly became excited, and he wanted to get out of this pit so that he could get his treasure.

But the body has been firmly embedded in the earth pit, as if it has been combined with the earth and become one, and the whole body does not need any strength.

He smiled bitterly, and the four envoys of Jingjimen, who failed to save people but lost their lives.

He thought that the four envoys were mischievously moved by the two girls, and there was no sound for so long, they must have died with a whimper.

If the four envoys lose their lives, Jing Jimen will definitely not give up, and more innocent people will definitely be implicated, and the first to bear the brunt will definitely be the ram's life.

He suddenly remembered that he had been seriously injured and had forgotten to tell the ram that the sudden visitor to the Ram House had been released from the jade screen.

Since they were included in the jade screen by Jingjimen, then they must be the enemies of Jingjimen, and they must also be among my generation.

I didn't have time to talk to my old friend about it when I was seriously injured, and I didn't want to have a conflict with them because of the ram's fatal temperament, and there was something missing.

And this ram has a fate, a friend in this life, no matter whether he is good or bad for me Qingsong, I can't be ashamed of him.

He suddenly felt that he couldn't die yet.

He also had to see the life side of the ram.

I also have to tell the ram that there is a fate, if the four envoys of Jingjimen do not return for a long time, Jingjimen will definitely send someone, and the four envoys have already died in a different place, and when the time comes, it will be a bloodbath.

He can't die yet.

He also had to see the ram for the last time and tell him the last words, "Get out of the ram's house and run away." ”

He was thinking about things in a mess, his mind was moved, and his numb body gradually had blood veins flowing, and he felt a little bit of consciousness, as if something was gurgling in the blood veins, and it didn't seem to be, but this feeling was very faint and faint.

He also suddenly felt very weak and tired, as if he was a candle about to be extinguished.

He wanted to sleep, he wanted to sleep, he just fell asleep, and never woke up again.

Just as his mind was in a state of confusion, something sounded in the hall, small, what seemed to be footsteps.

He was horrified and startled, from a great sleepiness.

Someone is coming.

The ram had finally straightened up from the noisy crowd, tired and panting, and the power of the rabble was terrifying, and he finally saw it today.

Looking at the messy ram house, he knew that his home was going to be ruined today.

These men who came out of thin air like bandits did not loot his ram house, but fortunately, his treasures were in another place, which was unknown to ordinary outsiders and was not allowed to enter.

I was a little comforted in my heart, pinched my beard, and saw that the old beggar Wang Zhongsan was still staring at him, and his eyes were full of sincere fear.

He was about to scold for being useless, when he suddenly remembered something.

This thought shocked the beads of sweat on his forehead.

Black Sanding.

Hei Sha Ding had already moved out of that secret and safe place, and it turned out that he was still going to refine medicinal herbs.

Medicine?

When he thought of this, his mind was all messed up.

It's not good, what about the medicinal materials, although the black sand tripod is precious, but if it is lost, it can be replaced by other tripods, but this rare medicinal material in a hundred years will be rare to see again.

The medicinal herbs he thought of in his heart were naturally Zhao Zheng and the endless monk.

Thinking of this, the ram grabbed the placket of Wang Zhongsan's chest and said, "Your illness is on me, but I still have something to ask you to help with." ”

If other people pull Wang Zhongsan's clothes like this in front of the public, it will really be a bad luck for eighteen lifetimes, and Wang Zhongsan will not only make him lose his arm immediately, but also have to spit on him.

But when the ram was ordered to pull at the hem of his garment, he was not angry at all, but when he heard the words, "Your sickness is on me," his heart burst into flames.

It seems that it is difficult to ask for someone, first put down your dignity, and then listen to the mercy of others.

Wang Zhongsan patted his chest and said, "No problem, you can say it." ”