Chapter 898
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He slowly walked towards the man standing under the dead wood, towards the end of everything, towards the end of the pain of the two worlds, towards the end of the dust.
Feng Chuī Lin Ye, Xiao Xiaoxue, Chu nightning seems to have walked through countless beacon fires, and finally stood in front of the man.
It's like how many years ago, the young Mo Weiyu stood in front of the flourishing Chu Wanning.
He looked up and grinned.
"Xianjun Xianjun."
The voice of the past is still in the ears, and it has been two lifetimes when we meet again.
"I saw you for a long time, and you ignored me."
The empty valley is quiet and the glow is pure and clear. It seems that there are only the two of them left in the world, and there is nothing else. The ink burned in a robe. His face was still somewhat pale as he had just recovered from a serious illness.
He watched Chu Wanning coming from the morning glow and came to him, his dark eyebrows gradually revealed a gentle expression.
"Master..."
The wind stopped, and in the gap between the clouds and mists, a morning light scattered, shining on the blood-stained world.
"I met a demon. Then I had an interesting experience to tell you..."
The turmoil of the apocalypse is over.
After many years have passed, where the blood is now--
Maybe there will be new plum blossoms.
Chapter 311 Finale
a month later.
Impermanence Town.
"Take a look, take a look."
The hawker's sloppy shouts flowed in the sun. He waved the flower drum in his hand and walked through the streets with a bamboo pole.
"God of night tour, god of night tour - 30 coins per piece. In the past, Elder Yuheng personally created mechas to ward off evil spirits and suppress disasters.
Dilapidated straw sandals stepped on the bluestone road, the shadow of the hawker was dragged for a long time, and there were children jokingly running past, either holding candied haws or paper kites in their hands.
Suddenly, a girl with braided horns grabbed the corner of the hawker's clothes: "Uncle, I want to buy a Yeyoushen."
The hawker put down his burden and picked one painted with mahogany wood paint: "Hey, is this good-looking?"
The girl nodded again and again: "Good-looking! This is the only one!" For fear of being robbed by others, she hurriedly hugged the body armor that was about the same height as herself, and then took out the copper plate from her pocket with one hand with difficulty.
The copper plates came and went, but they were three short.
The girl was a little anxious: "Oh, I ran too fast, did I fall out of the road?"
As she spoke, she turned over the pocket again, and the bottom of the patch was upside down, but it was still only twenty-seven pennies. The little girl couldn't help panicking, her eyes were red: "Big brother, it's gone, that's all, can you sell it to me like this?"
The hawker was also very embarrassed, rubbing his dirty hands: "Girl, I have already spent twenty-five cents when I bought it from a Taoist priest. If I give it to you again, then I won't only earn two cents. It's been a day's walk, and it's not even enough to pay for a meal."
"Then what should I do?" The girl began to wipe her tears, "Dad is going to scold me again when I get home, woo woo..."
She was crying hard when suddenly someone came over and blocked the sunlight behind the girl.
"Little brother, keep these pieces of silver."
A gentle and elegant voice sounded, and the girl raised her head in a daze. She first saw a hand wearing a snowflake wristband, and then her eyes moved up to meet her eyes that were as green as emeralds, with pale golden hair in her eyes. In the morning light, it seemed more and more supple.
Mei Hanxue smiled softly: "The little girl is so beautiful, how can she cry for three cents of money?"
"Ah..." The girl was stunned.
Mei Hanxue squatted down and tried to be as flush with her as possible, and then handed the Taohong Yeyoushen, which had just been taken back by the hawker, back to her arms, her eyebrows curved: "Thousands of gold can't buy beautiful tears, girls' tears are the most valuable. , don't cry over this little thing next time, eh?"
Next to him came another man, with a plain face and wearing a hat. His eyes were very beautiful, they were emerald-colored, but they were as cold as emeralds. At first glance, there was no warmth.
The man frowned and said, "You're almost done. She looks only five or six years old."
Mei Hanxue got up with a smile: "Brother, you are so boring, beauties are of all ages. Up to eighty-year-old women, down to five-year-old children, fat and thin, each has its own beauty, you have to learn to praise them That's how... hey, why did you run away?"
His eldest brother Mei Hanxue didn't care about him at all, so he turned around and left.
This time, the Mei brothers were ordered by Mingyuelou, the master of the Snow Palace, to go to the middle of Shu to congratulate the reinstatement of the top of the dead. Thanks to Mrs. Wang for protecting the people of the sect in the past, now the disaster has subsided, and the elders and disciples have not suffered much loss, and their strength is still preserved.
In this way, in the reshuffled world of self-cultivation, the top of life and death has jumped to the top three, and it is no longer the appearance of being slaughtered by others.
"Young Master Mei, Honorable Master is waiting for the two of you at Wujianping."
At this time, it was the morning repair time on the top of death and life. Most of the disciples were practicing on the school ground. Wujianping was empty and quiet. There was only a man dressed in Chinese clothes. .
Mei Hanxue and her eldest brother walked over, stepping on the newly built green grass, making a rustling sound.
Hearing the movement, the man did not turn his head, but sighed: "Here?"
"coming."
"Wait for you for a long time."
Mei Hanxue couldn't help laughing: "Ziming, why are you talking like this."
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