"Young Master Chou! Grandpa Chou! Dear Grandpa! Put down Tai Yijian! I have something to say!"

"For the sake of life and death!"

"..."

Lou Jiang, with a "click", broke the brush in his hand for the thirty-seventh time. Skillfully and numbly, he changed a pen and continued to write. "...After returning to the pavilion, please transfer the city of immortality. I hope the pavilion master will be fulfilled!"

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"Ancient Zhu Cangcang has a long lifespan."

"Ancient Zhu Cangcang, its blessings are forever prosperous."

"Gu Zou Cang Cang..."

Chou Bodeng, who came out to find the Kuilong Bracelet, was wearing a black cloak and stood under the eaves with a jar of wine, watching the people of Jucheng clean up the collapsed house. They moved the charred beams and pillars away, swept the broken tiles, and filled in the scarred areas, with skillful and calm movements.

It seems numb.

"The Chronicles of the Gods" writes about immortals and chivalrous people, and writes more about "fighting with swords for thousands of miles in the sky, one more time, and two more times", floating in the air, making people fascinated. But for the vast majority of people who really live in the world of Xianxia, ​​"Xian" and "Xia" are another matter. Ruins, used to not knowing when a conspiracy unfolds, his life will not count.

Just like the change in Zucheng, before the old city Zhu started, who knew that their life no longer belonged to them?

The day before, everything was as usual, but the next day was turned upside down. They came and went, and their death and life had nothing to do with them.

Qiu Bodeng felt that he might have been in a coma for a long time, and his mind was not confused.

Otherwise how could he think about these things? When did he, a scoundrel and prodigal, still have a heart of compassion for the world?

"Gu Zha Cang Cang-"

An old man removed the broken pillar of his house and saw the broken branch of the god below. He thumped and knelt down, and the hymn he sang suddenly brought a sad sound. The old man stretched out his thin hand, and together with his grandson, he lifted up the broken branch of the god's tree more devoutly and solemnly than holding the stele of his own ancestor.

The little grandson was six or seven years old, just when the bear child was heartless. He had just been digging the ruins of his own yard and picking up a broken wooden board. It fell off with a snap.

Dropped on a broken tree branch.

Qiu Bodeng shook the wine jar's hand slightly.

They are not numbness, not habit.

They just think that the house can be rebuilt after it collapses, that life and death are impermanent when people are gone, and that it is best for God to live.

Cang Cang ancient house, its life is forever.

Cang Cang ancient house, its blessing Yongchang.

gray.

This city...

The city is the tree, and the tree is the city.

Qiu Bo Deng continued to shake the wine jar clatteringly.

He raised his head. Although his vision was still blocked by many trees, the sky was already visible. Unlike when he first came, the sky light could barely leak a little bit from the gaps in the branches and leaves. According to Zuo Yuesheng's words, the people of Zucheng are controlled to sacrifice blood, and they will be seriously ill for dozens of days, but...

"...Hey! It's not the right time for you to faint," Zuo Yuesheng described repeatedly, "that night, silver leaves fell all over the city, and snow fell all over the city. Whoever falls on it will be strong. Like a cow."

"Bald, you are ugly."

The revenge lamp told God softly.

"does it worth?"

There is no wind in the gods, and the remaining silver leaf sands are rang.

... You have saved a city, and after you have passed, you will be hunted down by the caught and knights. Is it worth it? It is probably not worth it. After all, it is more terrible than the Xianren Xia Ke is that there are a few more "life and death" that does not meet the standards at all.

does it worth? Isn't it worth it?

Qiu Boofan flexed the pottery altar, and durted, thinking that he would not simply return to the house. After the dragon bracelet cracks in half, he flew out in the empty air. So big, how can he find the sea? It's just that the bracelet can still fly back last time. Is this the distance that exceeds the automatic return?

The meaning of the messenger was found twice, and decided to go back to Liufu and go back to Liufu to tell Lou Jiang, and let him notify everyone. When turning the discharge, pay attention.

See who picks up gold and gets faint, and then get it after picking up.

He decided to come to find things in person, decided to quickly, give up without hearting, and give up quickly. As a result, as soon as he was together, the sky was a thunder, and then he rose under the pouring rain.

"..."

The Qiu Bo Lan was standing under the eaves and watched the heavy rain along the gray bell tile. There was a row like a line. Think about whether he should go back in the rain, or wait for this. Be able to realize that he should come out to find him.

It is probably not expected.

Qiu Bohuang sighed helplessly, and with the wine jar, he planned to walk in the rain.

The pouring heavy rain is linked into a piece, just like the heaven is helping the Tancheng people to clean the blood and unfortunately in the past few days. In the rain, the oil paper umbrella was opened, and each fell or backward.

An umbrella crossed the crowd and heavy rain, and rushed towards him.

The rain thread was cut off by the tilted umbrella surface, and the umbrella was stopped in front of the revenge light.

The right hand of the umbrella is slender, the joints are clear, and a dark golden dragon bracelet is exposed.

"Look at me next time, I don't say that I want to collect money."

The bull lanterns shake the wine altar, and the black magpie is a bit big for him. He wrapped him from his shoulders to his feet. The little immortal of B was silently nestled in the corner of the long street.