MTL - Joy of Life-v7 Chapter 149 The strongest, the name of the person!

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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When Fan Xi decided to cross the narrow passage under the snow-capped mountains again, the three-person group broke out the most intense quarrel after the convergence of the Wudu River. The quarrel stems from the differences of opinion between the three, and the three of them are very clear. Why should Fan Xian return to the temple again, but Haishu and Wang Shilang are more aware that this is a great adventure, and it’s hard for everyone to The temple escaped. The master who did not know why Fan’s shot was not directly killed by Fan, but Fan Fanruo went back again. Who knows what is greeted by him?

Both Haishu and Wang Shilang are worried about Fan’s life and death, because a fact that makes them slightly more complicated is that the temple does not seem to care about the life and death of the two of them, but just tries to leave Fan Leisure forever. Inside the temple.

I don't know if it is summer or autumn, the snow in the far north is gradually scraping again, and the air is filled with more and more heart-rending cold. The sea otter wrapped in a thick fur collar, glaring at the bright but tired eyes, sincerely persuaded Fan: "This road for a few months, in fact, I did not do anything with Thirteen Lang, nothing can help. You, but we can't watch you go to death."

Fan’s right hand clasped a wooden stick to help him walk. Listening to Haitang’s words, he did not react at all, and his face was calm.

"I think we should return south as soon as possible, whether it is going to Beijing or returning to Dongyi, Qingshan Yimai or Jian'an disciple, taking them to the temple again, it is more likely that the master will be rescued." Wang Shilang did not know the true relationship between Wuzhu and Fan Xian, but knew that Fan Xian was very concerned about the great master, but he could not understand why the great master was under the pressure of the temple. There is no courage to break the line, and even stabbed Fan Xian.

Wang Sanlang’s suggestion at this time is actually safe. Since Fan is aware of the road to the temple, he has prepared for this for several years. With this experience, once the South is reorganized, it will come again in the future. Bring some powerful helpers, it is not difficult.

However, after Fan heard the words of Wang Shilang, his eyes were smashed, and if the temperature in the air was directly covered in the face of his friends, the words were slow but abnormal. Firmly said: "Don't forget the vows before entering the snowfield. Except for you and me, the temple is down, can't let anyone in the world know!"

Wang Shilang’s face changed slightly, but he closed his mouth, because this was what he and Haishu had promised. It’s just that he doesn’t know why Fan has the courage to explore the temple again, but it seems that the whereabouts of the temple may flow into the world. And feel the infinite fear and tension.

"Thirteen help me up the mountain, you will stop under the snow-capped mountains, and find a way to bring the Ada and the two to move the camp to this side." Fan Xian looked up from the snow-capped mountains that towered into the sky, eyes Weirun, looking at the sea otter wrapped in the skin, whispered: "You are waiting for us to come back at the camp."

"I don't go up the mountain together?" Haiyan's face flushed outside the fur, and he said with a slight sensation.

"You said this trip to the temple. I didn't help." Fan leisure laughed and laughed and said: "In fact, without you, I died in the snow, so don't say this later. This time. Going up the mountain, I am going to deal with my uncle, whether you are or thirteen. In fact, there is no way to have any impact on this situation."

He apologized apologetically: "This is a bit rude. But you also know that my uncle is too powerful."

Haishu and Wang Shilang did not say anything. Fan Xian continued to calmly said: "If you don't need someone to help. I don't even want to bring it to the thirteen. When we are two, we are going up the mountain, you are waiting at the foot of the mountain, ready to meet, once things are uncoordinated, we will lightly load Leaving the mountains...but don't worry too much. According to the rules of the temple, except for me, as long as you leave the temple, they will not actively attack."

"If it is the response, how long will I have to wait for you at the foot of the mountain?" The sea breezes in the eyes of the sea, faintly asked, but the heart is full of different tastes, in this snow-covered mountain temple wilderness, human land The force seems to be so weak. In contrast, the things in Fan’s mind are more worthy of relying on.

"Three days... and the thirteen will be responsible for contacting you. If I let you leave..." Fan Xian’s eyes suddenly gave birth to a faint sorrow, like a teenager who could not help but wind. "You must leave immediately." At least... I have to tell my wife and children...we, what happened to me."

Haishu and Wang Shilang also fell into silence.

The more you go up the mountain, the less snow there is, the temple that is deep in the mountains and covered by the scorpio and the snow and ice. The second time to explore, is already an old man, naturally knowing the old way, Fan leisure holding a wooden stick in one hand, holding the shoulder of Wang Shilang in one hand, climbing hard to the snow-capped mountains, it took no long time to come to that In front of the bluestone road.

Wang Sanlang’s back is carrying a large can, which looks very heavy. It’s only these few months that Thirteen Lang has been polishing his body and mind in the extremely cold ice and snow. His spiritual will is strong and he does not care. burden. Fan took a look at his figure, his eyes lit up slightly, and immediately converge, coughing twice and said: "Even if you want to bury your master in the temple and complete his life, we must come here. ""

After a few moments of silence, Wang Sanlang said: "Don't worry about my heart. If it's just for this matter, I will be alone. You seem to be born with a crime against the gods in the temple. Follow you all the way. I am dangerous more. ""

Fan Xiao smiled and said: "You have no conscience."

"The master's life is to sprinkle his ashes on these bluestone steps..." Wang Sanlang suddenly sighed and looked at the bluestone steps straight ahead.

After a few moments of silence, Fan Shake shook his head: "Jian Sheng adults think that this is a godland, so I am willing to put them on these bluestone steps. You and I have all entered the temple. Naturally, I know that there is no god. It is now ready. Do what he meant?"

"What should we do?"

"Go back, listen to me later."

From that snowy night a few years ago. Just after the fresh out of the land, Wang Shilang was sent to Nanqing by the teacher, and he was sent to Fan Xian’s side. He was used to listening to Fan’s words. Although Fan despised him as a friend, Thirteen Lang did not. Too many partners are conscious, perhaps because they are too lazy to think about too many complicated things, perhaps because of the sword. He handed over everything that needed a waste of his head to Fan Xian, so Fan said at this time that everything was listening to him. Wang Sanlang naturally listened to him all the time, carrying heavy ashes and supporting the injured. Fan leisure, step by step to climb the snowy mountains.

I don't know how long I have climbed, and the long bluestone steps have finally come to an end. The ash-black wall, majestic and incomparable temple, once again appeared in front of the human world, although it is already the second time. However, the ruin of the temple, Wang Sanlang still can not stop feeling the faint mood.

Fan’s mood is very calm, he is just a little excited in his chest. Coughed fiercely, the coughing sound was disrespectfully spread over the large platform in front of the temple, and it was far away in the snowy valley of the mountains.

Wang Sanlang looked at him nervously. He thought that since he was stealing people, he had to be a little conscious of collecting flowers. How could he be so arrogant, as if he was afraid that there would be people outside.

Fan has been coughing for a long time, and the cough body has been bent into shrimp. Almost broke the wound in the chest and abdomen, and then slowly straightened up, the waist is quite straight, the eyelids are miniature, coldly looking at the big cockroach above the temple, and the word and three. Keep a heartbreaking silence.

The temple certainly knows that someone is coming outside. Presumably, this moment also knows the goal that he wants to erase, the son of Ye Xiaomei. Fan Fei, a companion in the realm of the gods, also came outside the temple. What makes Fan Xian feel a little uneasy is that the temple is quiet at this moment, and he can’t help but think of Wu Zhu’s deliberate thorns...

There was no silence for too long. Fan’s lips twitched slightly, staring at the thick dark door of the temple, taking a deep breath and vomiting a word: “Hey!”

There are very few mortals who know the whereabouts of the temple. There are very few people who have been to the temple. At least in the past few hundred years, only the Western Boer and the Eastern Bianhe have come. However, even Boer’s wife, Fubowa, did not have the opportunity to visit the temple tour. In people's imagination, no matter who comes to the temple, it must be respected. Some people will never think of it. Today, some people want to smash the temple door.

Breaking into the door, this is a hooliganism, although the thick door of the temple will not be broken, but at least the word "fan" has already represented that he is not afraid of angering the temple, probably because He knew that the temple was a dead thing, and there should be no human beings with joys and sorrows.

Wang Shilang did not hesitate, and snorted, one hand raised the ashes of Si Gujian to the side, the body was indulged and transported, and the brown ashes were smashed in the past!

Only heard a bang, the ashes were smashed on the thick door of the temple, and there were countless soots, and occasionally there were a few pieces of unburned bones flying out!

The ashes of the ashes gradually dissipated, and the thick temple was not smashed, but there was a deep trace, which looked a bit bleak, especially horrifying, beside the trace, there was A piece of bone was deeply plunged into the door.

It is like a sword.

Wang Sanlang’s lips were slightly dry, and his eyes stared at the bone front. He thought that even if the master died, the remains of the remains were still so swordful.

This is naturally a feeling of sorrow as a disciple, but Wang Shilang looks at the ashes of Si Gujian and is scattered on the main entrance of the temple. On the stone platform, I don’t know why, I am excited, and the last part of my heart is the last one. I don’t know where to go when I’m afraid and nervous.

Fan Xian suddenly said with a smile: "If your master knows that his bones can still smash the door of a temple, I am afraid that his soul will fly around happily..."

The two young people are very familiar with the mind of Si Gujian, so they put this ashes on the door of the temple. They know that they must fit the idea of ​​the big master who is piercing the earth.

Wang Sanlang finally laughed out.

The only thing that needs to be considered at this time is that since the temple door has been smashed, there is always some reaction in the temple. Wang Sanlang took the stick from Fan’s hands. The waist was sinking slightly, staring at the temple door and preparing to make a hit.

Fan Xian raised his right hand and stopped his line. He smiled and waited quietly for the reaction of the temple. His heart had already got rid of anything related to fear and gains and losses. Haishu and Wang Shilang believe that he is taking risks to go to the temple again, but he does not think so, because he missed it once in the temple, he almost died, but he does not think that he will still miss this time. Today's temple. Only Wu Zhushu, an action force, as long as it can wake up Wuzhu, the temple... What is it?

The temple responded quickly, and the heavy door was only opened, and a strange and terrifying black light shadow floated out of it. Like a black lightning, it is like a touch of night, passing through the space and time interval. Came to the front of Fan Xian.

The cloth black belt, the hand iron, a spurt out, whistling, no one can stop such a terrible shot.

Fan can't, Wang Sanlang can't, even if Si Gujian is alive, he can't, let alone the three people in the body. It’s just a few pieces of broken bones. However, there is no slightest emotion in the handle, but when the cold iron will be stabbed in front of Fan’s body, it will stop!

It is such a terrible strength to return to absolute calm from such a fast speed. Fan Xian is quietly watching the familiar relatives in front of him, a strange peerless powerhouse. The temple messenger guards. Said: "Are you very curious?"

I don't know if Wu Zhu recognized the mortal in front of the temple that day needs to be cleared, or because Fan Xian said such a seemingly strange word. But in short, Wuzhu's iron braze did not stab out, just stayed in front of Fan's throat.

The tip of the iron bracing is not so sharp, nor is it noisy and irritating. It just keeps the distance between the chest and the cartilage of the throat. It only needs to shake the fingers of the iron. Fan will die and die.

Wang Shilang looked at the scene nervously. He finally believed in the words of the Fan. In front of this strange cloth master, no one can help Fan Fan, can help the fans, after all, he only has himself. .

Fan Xian is like seeing the iron under his jaw. He just looks at Wu Zhushu, who is close to himself. He smiles softly and whispers: "I know you are very curious."

"You are very curious, why did you know that I didn't die that day, but I would rather violate your instinct's obedience to the old man of the temple and let me out of the temple." Fan leisurely eyes drooping, his eyes are mild.

"You are very curious about who I am. Why do you think that there is no me in memory, but I am very familiar with it, and I am very close." Fan Xian’s eyes are full of gods.

"You are more curious, how did I escape the thorn that you must kill that day, you are the messenger of the temple, I am the mortal in the world, the goal that the temple must clear, why do I know you so well..." Fan leisure slowly Said, looking at the face of Wu Zhushu indifferent.

"Of course, please believe me, there is no one in this world who knows better than me what is your greatest curiosity at this time."

"What you are curious about is why you will be familiar and close to this feeling. What you are most curious about is why you... will be curious!"

There are seven consecutive sentences about curiosity, spit out from Fan’s thin and pale lips. There is no block, no hesitation, some just spewing out, step by step, some just mean that The indifferent heart of the block covered by black cloth.

After the seven sentences were finished, Fan Lia was tired and stunned, and could not help but cough twice!

When the cough is finished, his eyes are brighter, and his hopes are stronger. Because no one knows that when Wu Zhushu’s iron braze is so close to his throat cartilage, he will have blood even if he moves a little. Flow on the spot, not to mention a severe cough.

The reason why I didn’t die after coughing is naturally because the iron in the hands of Wuzhu is accurate to an unimaginable degree. As the body of the fan moves, it moves forward and backwards. The volute means is really powerful!

Wang Sanlang began to stare at Wuzhu’s hand tightly. When he found that he could not change anything in front of this strange scorpion, he began to watch the body of Fan’s leisure nervously. His heart was also cold, but then he found that Fan was still alive. This fact made him admire Fan Xian to the extreme, and finally understood the confidence of Fan Xi’s disregard of himself and Haishu’s opposition under the snow mountain. Where did it come from?

But Fan is not nervous at all, and he is not worried about being killed by the blindfolded scorpion in front of him? Wang Shilang did not believe it. Because he clearly saw that Fan’s hands behind him had been shaking slightly.

Then Wang Sanlang retraced a few steps toward the direction of the blue stone steps, pulling away the distance between the two, he saw the gesture of vanity, and worried that his existence would not destroy the arrangement of Fan leisure, let that The master of the scorpion has changed.

Fan’s mood was not completely relaxed. He stared at the black cloth on Wu Zhu’s eyes and tried to think from the other’s face. Seeing the question of the other party's heart is constantly turning, but after a while, he found that all this is just in vain, because Wu Zhu's face is still so indifferent, and the breath between the eyebrows is still so strange.

Not always cold can be called familiar. Wuzhu’s life was only laughed at Fan Xiao several times, but at this moment, the five bamboos in front of the temple were indifferent. It is truly strange.

Fan’s heart sank slightly, and his body sank. He sat down quite naturally and sat down in the shallow snow in front of the temple. He didn’t care about the iron on the throat. It is possible at any time. Kill yourself.

It is amazing that Wu Zhu also sat down and sat down at the door of the temple. Sitting alone in a person is like blocking the eyes of all the world, the whistling snow of the millennium.

The iron braze is still stretched out in the hands of Wu Zhu, as stable as his own arm, staying in the throat of the fan, perhaps he will not feel tired after lifting for 10,000 years.

But Fan feels tired. Especially Wu Zhushu sits indifferently. But I have never spoken, maybe the heart in this cold body is a little warm. However, it has never been heated up. This fact makes Fan Xiu feel tired. He does not know if he can wake up the closest relative.

He was the most eager to fight in his life. The two most outstanding battles were naturally aimed at the sea otters and the emperor. The sea otter was ultimately defeated in his hands, and the powerful ruthless emperor was also unable to live under the entanglement of Fan’s mind, even It was the father and the son who turned against each other, but it also caused the emperor to smash the wounds everywhere, and he wanted to break and settle.

This time I went to the temple again and tried to wake up Wu Zhushu. It is undoubtedly the most authentic heart war, but it is also the most difficult heart war in this life, because Wu Zhushu is not a mortal, from body to mind. Not a mortal, he is a legend, he is cold, he is a program, the most important thing is that he forgot everything, forgetting himself and his mother...

Wuzhu has fallen into the silent silence of the ages. The more casual attempt has brought difficulties that are difficult to ponder. Without dialogue, how can we know the change of the other's thinking, how can we take the opportunity to enter the heart? Look at each other's expressions, look at the color? But what is the expression of Wu Zhushu in this life?

"You have been whitewashed." After a long silence, Fan Xian sighed with great sorrow. "You are still a legendary figure in the temple. You know that you are taller than the old man in the temple. White?"

In Fan Xian’s view, Wu Zhushu, who has feelings and self-consciousness, is a living person. Naturally, he controls everything except the one in the temple, but he still only knows that the old man who follows the four laws of **** is much more advanced. Come to the temple for the messenger who went out from here, there is a control method that no one knows, or Wuzhu will not become a machine without human taste.

Although the taste of Wuzhu was not too great.

"My name is Fan Xian, I said it that day. Although you forgot, I want to tell you a story. This story is related to you. It is also related to me. I hope you can remember something. Of course, even if you remember Get up, maybe you can't break the rope in your heart, but we always try."

"At least you don't want to kill me. This is probably something in your instinct. Isn't it good?" Fan Xianshun looked straight into the cold Wu Zhu's face, and smiled, but almost cried out, forcing deep Taking a deep breath and calming my inner feelings, I began to say: "A long time ago, there was a long, pretty girl who lived with you in this temple. Do you remember?"

Wuzhu’s hands are steady and the subway is not moving. With the deep breathing of Fan’s leisure, it’s amazing, but it’s still very close to the throat of Fan’s throat. It’s like the vibration of the throat when Fan is talking. The iron braze is displaced, but this movement is extremely small. It is even as small as the naked eye can't see.

Fan Xian did not pay attention to how much Wu Zhushu remembered. He calmly and sincerely continued to describe the story related to Wuzhu. The little girl who fled the temple with him, they went to Dongyi City together and saw one. Idiot, did something, then went to Ganzhou. I saw a group of idiots plus an **** idiot, and then things...

The snow in the sky slowly floated, bringing an indescribable sense of holiness and tragic feeling to the temple. The old man in the temple may have been urging Wu Zhu’s actions in a silent way. And Fan is coughing, sometimes silent, abnormally hoarse and tired. It is like the opposite instruction, so that Wuzhu maintains the current position and sits motionless at the door of the temple.

Gradually snow covered the body of two people. Wuzhu Mingming was closer to the temple, but the snow accumulated more, perhaps because his body temperature was relatively low.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and the snow on Fan’s body is flowing, flowing down the skin. The chill broke into his body and made him cough more frequently. However, his words were not interrupted. He still talked about the past and everything about Wuzhu.

"The picture on the carriage is always like rewinding..." Fan coughed twice and wiped the snot that had turned into ice. Although it is unbearable. But the light in his eyes did not weaken at all. He knew this heart attack. It is in the battle against the control of Wu Zhushu in the temple, he has no room for relaxation.

"You opened a grocery store in Zhangzhou, but the business is not good, often closes, your face is always cold, of course no one is willing to look after your business."

Fan Xian smiled a little bit sorrowful, hoarse voice continued: "Of course, I am willing to look after your business, although I was still young, but you often prepare some good wine for me to drink."

As said, Fan Xi himself seems to have returned to his childhood after the rebirth, although the life of Chenzhou at that time seemed a bit boring, and Grandma was strict with himself, refused to relax his homework, and Zhangzhou City The people did not let him have the opportunity to kill the Quartet. He only tried desperately to practice hegemony. He followed Mr. Fei to dig the body everywhere, worked hard to recite the regulations and implementation rules of the Supervisory Academy, and prevented the assassination...

However, after all, it is the happiest day of Fan’s life, not only because of the refreshing sea breeze in Chenzhou, but also because the tea is full of beautiful mountains, not because of the gentleness of the winter children’s sisters, and the four big rings are pretty and pretty. The biggest reason is because of the grocery store, the chilly scorpion servant in the grocery store, the yellow flowers on the cliff, and the education under the stick.

Fan Xian said that while he was a little fascinated, he thought that when he was a child, he went to the grocery store to steal alcohol. Wu Zhushu always cuts the radish and gives himself a drink, but he doesn’t care if he is a few years old, and his lips can’t help but have a warmth. .

Like a juggling act, Fan Xian took out a radish from the bloated skin of his body, and found a kitchen knife. He began to cut the radish on the bluestone floor at the entrance of the temple, and the bluestone in front of the temple. After thousands of years of wind, frost and snow, it is still so smooth, used as a cutting board, although it is a bit stiff, but it is also a bit of a crisp.

If the knife flies, but for a moment, a frozen crunchy radish is cut into a radish that is extremely consistent in thickness and is evenly coded on the bluestone floor.

When cutting the radish, Fan did not speak, but Wuzhu turned his head. He looked at the knife and the radish in Fan’s hands calmly across the black cloth. He did not seem to understand what was happening in front of him.

Cut the radish at the entrance of the temple. If Fan can survive, it must be the most arrogant thing he has done in his life. It is more arrogant than jumping from the Imperial City to kill the Qin industry. One slap in the face is even more arrogant, even more than a single sword into the palace to assassinate the emperor Laozi!

However, Wu Zhu still seems to remember nothing, just curious about this boring move. Fan Xian lowered his head and sighed. He threw the kitchen knife aside and pointed at the radish in front of him. The tone said indifferently: "You always suspected that my radish was not good, you see now I am cutting how about it?"

Wuzhu returned to the head. Still speaking indifferently. Fan Xian’s heart gave birth to a deep sense of coolness. He suddenly felt that he was doing nothing and doing it himself. He couldn’t wake up Wu Zhushu. Wu Shushu is already dead. Can’t live again?

The world is very cold and the temple is very cold. However, Fan Xian seems to have felt until this moment, and he has a nap.

He suddenly bit his teeth, biting the lips and seeing a trace of blood, staring at Wuzhu, staring angrily at Wuzhu. After a long time, his mood was flat, and he said: "I don't believe this." Evil! Don't pretend to me! I know you remember!"

"I know you remember!" Fan's voice was hoarse to the extreme. Talking continuously, his vocal cords were hurt. "I don't believe you will forget the many years of getting along the cliff. I don't believe you will forget that night. When you say the box, when you say Mom, you Laughed. Have you forgotten?"

"What about the rainy night? You swindled Hong Si's itch out of the palace, and later brag about me, saying that you can kill him... We stole the key back, opened the box, and you laughed again." Fan leisurely Coughing and shouting: "You obviously laugh, what is the dead head here?"

Wuzhu still does not move, and the iron in his hand is also motionless. Stinging the throat of Fan. The snow is still cold, and in front of the temple, in addition to the sound of Fan Free, I can't hear any movement anymore. Gradually, the sky is dim, maybe it is already into the night, maybe the clouds are getting thicker. But the snow at the top of Fan’s head stopped.

The sound of the sound is heard. Wang Shilang is full of sweat, and a small reserve tent is supported behind Van You. Then he pushed it to the top of Fan’s head and covered his whole person. The door of the tent was just between Fan Xian and Wu Zhu, and did not shake the handle to stabilize the subway.

When the snow is big, Wang Shilang is worried about Fan’s body, so he has worked hard all the time and rushed back to the camp with the fastest speed. He took such a small tent to keep the snow from the van. No wonder he would be so breathless.

Fan Xian may know, perhaps not knowing, because he just stares at the eyes of the gods or gods, staring at Wuzhu without hesitation, and desperately speaking with a hoarse voice. Fan Xian is not a joke, but what he said this day is only more than his life.

Wang Sanlang completed all this, and looked at the strange two people at the entrance of the temple with a complicated look, and once again sat on the bluestone step covered with white snow.

It’s true that the three idiots are able to make such an infatuation. went.

Wuzhu’s hand in the subway is not far from the throat of the fan. It seems that even he himself does not know why he does not want to kill the mortal who has a lot of words in front of him.

Fan kept talking and talking for a day and night. It seemed that he didn’t even know it. His sputum had already been said to have been done. The food and water that Wang Shilang handed over were put aside by him, and the spit was dry. Life, the vocal cords were extremely **** after being damaged, and even the last spit star was dyed into a pink sound. His scorpion began to bleed, and his voice began to be difficult to hear and could not hear clearly. His speed of speech was already better than that of a wooden one. The old man is slower.

Wang Sanlang listened to the strangers for a day and night. He began to listen very seriously, because in Fan’s **** and tear complaints to Wu Zhu, he heard many truths about the mainland, and he knew many magnificent people. He knows more about Fan’s childhood and the lives of teenagers.

However, when Fan Qi began to repeat his third life biography, the fourth time he took out the kitchen knife and cut the radish, and asked Wu Zhulang to remember something. Wang Shilang could not bear to listen.

Sitting on the bluestone steps with his knees, he looked at the weird and beautiful light and shadows in the distance from the snow-capped mountains. His fingers subconsciously gathered the ashes and gray marks scattered around him. It was the remains of Si Gujian.

When Haitang walked to the door of the temple, what she saw was such a scene. She saw three people like idiots. Wang Shilang was sitting on the bluestone steps and playing with his master’s ashes. However, sitting in the door of a small tent like a statue of a small country, do not stop the husky and ugly voice, and say that the book is generally vague and difficult to understand. The five bamboos are stretched with iron and iron, and they are not moving, like a statue, and the statue is covered with white snow. There is no trace of vitality.

The iron handle is between the five bamboos and the fan, just like separating two completely different and inaccessible worlds.

Whether it is stabbing or retracting, perhaps everyone in the field will feel much better. The partiality is such a cold and stable, and it is endlessly sorrowful. Endless pain.

One can't bear to go, but the person who can't bear it still doesn't understand. The most painful thing in the world is this, no one can't understand.

Just looking at it, Haishu knows what happened in the night, an uncontrollable sorrow and grief, until today. She is certain that there are always many things that are more important to Fan Xian than his life.

"He is crazy." Hai Yan looked at Fan’s face with a clear blush, listening to his hoarse and slowly blurred voice, watching the **** smudges on the white bamboo. The heart stabbed a bit.

Wang Sanlang stood up in an unusually difficult way. After watching her silence for a while, she said, "All are crazy, or why don't you listen to him? Come up?"

"I just think that since he is going to die, I have to watch him die." Haishu looked at Wang Sanlang and said, bowing his head.

"He couldn't support it for too long. He hadn't been hurt for a long time. He was stabbed and wounded that day, and he lost too much blood. Even if he wants to go through the icefield, it is extremely difficult. Not to mention that he does not care so much. My own life, I have to come here to try." Wang Sanlang turned around and stood side by side with the sea otter, watching nothing, if nothing, still trying to wake up Wu Zhu's leisure. Calm said: "He said all day and night. It was also frozen for a day and a night, and then continue this way. There is only one dead road."

"Can you persuade him to leave? It seems that the master does not seem to obey the orders of the immortals in the temple to kill him."

"If you kill it, you don't have to hear his desperate voice like I did last night." Wang Sanlang suddenly smiled and said: "But I really admire Fan, I am so kind to myself. It is very rare."

Haishu looked at Fan’s pale and faint stunned face, and looked at it for a long time. Suddenly, the body trembled slightly, and there was a brighter look in the eyes than in this mountain valley.

Wang Shilang suddenly felt a wave of fluctuations beside him, staring at the sea otter. Playing on the black cloth that was close at hand, and running down the icy snow on the cold face, it looked particularly shocking. However, Wuzhu still has no action. Fan Fei was extremely difficult to erase the blood stains on the lips and lips. When he knew that he had reached the end of the oil, his heart was unable to suppress the emotions of despair. The relatives were still strange, still cold, still without souls, still... It is dead.

Fan can't help but take another nap. He suddenly thought that Wu Zhushu had been responsible for spreading the fire for the temple. He walked around the world for thousands of years. He was afraid of hundreds of thousands of years of memory. Maybe, Maybe... one night and one night, the unforgettable memories of his own coughing rehearsal are just ordinary existence for the body that is as cold as the snow-capped mountains in front of him, including the memory of the mother’s leaf-browed eyebrows!

It is like this ordinary story, it awakens a person who has countless memories and countless memories. This is a naive and ridiculous thought. As soon as I read this, Fan Xian’s thoughts are gray, and the eyes are desperate.

His voice was a little distorted, it was extraordinarily embarrassing, and it was very vague. He said to the unfettered Wuzhu Shusha in front of him: "How can you forget me! Are you addicted to amnesia? You! At least you remembered Ye Xiaomei last time. How did you forget me this time?"

The iron braze is close at hand, still in the land of the throat, Fan is trembling, his body is stiff, and he is silently silent. Because he has lost his voice, he can’t say anything any more, and his body is getting more and more violent. The despair in the eyelids has already turned into an angry flame after the madness. He stared at the black cloth on the face of Wuzhu. His face suddenly flashed a gloomy expression and rushed toward the other side!

Fan’s body has already been frozen. Although it’s a rush, it’s actually straight down to the position of Wuzhu, and the throat hits the iron!

The tip of the iron smashed back, and then Fan Fei still fell and fell down. Therefore, the iron braze in the hands of Wuzhu was only retreated, and it was retired to nowhere. It was only released, and it was allowed to fall into the popsicles and fall in front of him.

Fan leisure stretched out a hand and slammed the corner of the Wuzhu body cloth. The snow fell and he stared at the eyes of Wuzhu. Although I can't speak, the ambiguity and self-confidence in my eyes are telling a fact... you don't want to kill me!

You don't want to kill me, you can't kill me, because you don't know who I am, but your instinct, your living heart has me.

"Follow me!" I couldn’t say anything about the fandom, and suddenly I was in great spirits. Facing the release of iron brazing, the five bamboos that bowed their heads and thoughts faintly said.

His desperate blow finally pushed the iron between himself and Wuzhu away, and the distance between the two worlds was close enough to be near. Fan Xian put forward his own requirements.

Wu Zhu was silent for a long time, and his face still had no expression: "I don't know who you are."

"When you don't know when you are, follow your heart." What is the heart? ”

"feeling?"

"Emotions are just a means for humans to use self-deception and anesthesia. After all, they can only be deceived for a while."

"Life is just a lot of time, for a while. If you can lie for a while, you can lie to the world. If you can lie to the world, how can you deceive?"

"But I still don't know who you are, I don't know who I am."

"You don't have to know who I am, but if you want to know who you are, you have to follow me. I know that you will be curious. Curious that this kind of emotion is only talented, you are human... people will want to know that the mountain is What, what is the sea surface, what is the star, what the sun is."

"What is the mountain?"

"You have to go see it yourself. Since you want to know what is outside the temple, you have to go with me."

"Why are these conversations somewhat familiar... but I still don't know."

"Mo Mo Ran. I have to flash a flash of light, and I will see what I want from my eyes! If I don't want to know what to do, I will go with my heart and leave the temple where the bird is not pulling."

"But the temple..."

These conversations did not happen. At least Wu Zhu and lying in the snow have no such dialogue. In fact, after Fan said the three words, the two people just looked at each other, silent, and then Wu Zhu often squats down the body, hugs Fan, and then back to his back!

Just like many years ago, the nephew's young servant carried the little baby.

Fan feels the cold back in front of him, but feels that the back is very warm, the expression on his face is very indifferent, because his inner emotions can not be expressed with any expression, he wants to cry, he wants to laugh again, he I know that Wu Zhushu still remembers nothing, but he knows that Wu Zhushu is willing to leave this ruined temple with himself.

So he wanted to scream with joy, but he couldn’t make a sound. He wanted to cry a little, but he chilled into a ball, only coughing desperately, coughing blood.

Then Fan Xian saw Haishu and Wang Shilang, the two strongest young strongmen in the world, but at this time they were pale and distracted, as if they had just experienced the most terrible things in the world, the most heart-rending. The two are shaking and seemingly unable to control the fear of the mind.

What kind of thing did Haishu and Wang Shilang become this look?

Wang Sanlang looked at the scene in front of him and knew that Fan was victorious. However, his face did not seem to be happy. Some were only afraid and a very shallow remorse. He trembled like a very old Wu, looking at it. Fan Xian said with a voice: "We... smashed the temple."

(The chapter name is an old book of the set, the strongest, my place name. Everyone has time to look at it.

Ah! I snarled again... I am very satisfied with this chapter, because I have obsessions, perhaps narrow, but I always believe that creativity, courage, no evil, and no life are the strongest. At the same time, I praised myself. I am also very strong. I haven’t been narcissistic for a long time. Let me revisit the shamelessness of the old days. )

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