"Why is it so silly?" Qiu Boofan asked softly.

In the past, how can this world have nothing to do with him? He was born as a god, and was not admitted in the end; he was friendly with the demon, and finally turned his eyes into revenge; the trust and others, and finally the karma ... If even the heavens and the earth do not love him anymore, what else is he left? what else?

In the sky, silence.

Yuemu stood coldly between Shuizawa, not far away, and did not come forward. Xianmen clothes are covered with blood, or sigh, or faceless.

Grase resentment.

The revenge lantern lifted his head with his fingers.

I ca n’t see it, ca n’t hear, and nothing ... he is not afraid of death, and he is not afraid of cold. He can die or soul, but you can't lose a person ... It's not just heaven, it's Allo, it's his own, it's his Arrow. He has been protecting him for so many years, and is he preferred? Or for the world?

After all, he is not the saint.

In the early snow, he gently kissed the god of the gods.

Vaguely like the old man.

... Once there was a carriage marching between the rugged mountains, and some young people changed from the dumplings of the soil to a lot of money to care about. When you are shocked, you say you love me, say love me in the summer solstice, you must love me in the autumn, you must love me in the winter solstice.

His lover said, okay.

His lover is clumsy and promise to do everything.

"Since then, every time you snow cross the mountains and rivers, you are talking about love me."

The revenge lamp slowly let go, whispered to the disappeared person.

There is no echo, only snow falls.

The revenge lamp laughed, and the eyebrows were bright as yesterday.

He bowed his head, slowly put the dark golden dragon bracelet through the wrist bone, and then looked around. On the white clouds, the columns are scattered, and the eaves are painted. In the distance, the sun rose from the horizon, and plated the palace pupa on a brilliant layer of splendid.

"But Allow, this is their sky, not my cloud city."

The revenge lamp said softly.

He raised his hand in Nikko, and two ancient bracelet collided, making a crisp sound.

Zhu Huo rises up.

Fire and wind swept the white clouds and swept the column eaves. The palace of Yunjian collapsed behind him, and the sea of ​​clouds became a sea of ​​fire.

The god monarch of the white sleeves in white came out of the fire. Mars fell to his shoulders, and in the moment, he ignited his clothes down and dyed the white clothes into flames. The magic king pulled out a scabbing rope from the air, and then lifted three thousand green silk.

"I love the world with sincerity, and the world loves me sincerely."

He set foot on the heavens.

Step by step, walking from heaven to earth.

"Come."

The revenge lantern said softly that his pupils were printed with the moon mother, the fairy gate was printed, and the thousands of mountains and thousands of mountains were printed, the white water and the black river were printed, and the birds and beasts of the twelve continents were printed.

"Hate me, love me, blame me, respect me, sin me, and serve me."

In the last step, the red clothes re-entered the world.

"Come!"

Tai Yi Jian broke through the air.

"I'm in the cage!"

Qiu Bodeng held his sword, turned his body, and shattered Cloud City with one sword.

The end of the first volume "Prisoners of Heaven and Earth"

Chapter 120

It's the year of Ding again, it's the first snow day again.

Wine shop and tea house.

Xiao Er shuttles back and forth, serving tea and water dishes to the guests. While busy, he can't stop staring at a table by the window.

This "Yu Family Tea House" is located at the intersection of the east and west roads of Qianlai City in Xizhou.

Although it can't compare with the most prosperous restaurants, it is also full of tourists, and there are endless exchanges. People who want to go west to Whale City and north to the main sect of the beast-controlling sect will basically rest here, visit one or two large ships and boats, and inquire about the requirements of this year's beast-controlling sect to recruit new disciples.

Up and down, all kinds of people, what kind of guest Xiao Er has not seen?

But today, the three guests sitting at the big table by the window are a little weird.

Looking at the age, it is not like a businessman who wants to go to the whale city to find pearls and make a fortune. At such a young age, he can travel south and north and carry a sword on his back. He should be a monk. But looking at his behavior, it doesn't look like someone who wants to go to the Imperial Beast Sect to be a teacher. Who wants to find a fairy and seek Taoism? When entering the teahouse, why don't they hurry up and ask what changes to this year's ranking list? The three of them were good. As soon as they entered the teahouse, the three of them ordered a bowl of the cheapest and cheapest large-leaf tea. Before the tea came, they fell asleep on the table.

Which immortal disciple is so poor?

The shop assistant looked at it and wondered how to politely invite the three masters to finish their tea and make a table for the latecomers.

While thinking about it, another teenager entered the teahouse.

This young man is tall and thin, looks handsome, and wears a gray robe, which is clean and clean, but the stitches are crooked, and it is unknown which "famous master" it is from. He carried a long knife wrapped in cloth behind his back, but he cherished it like his life. The boy with a knife swept his gaze and walked straight to the three sleeping soundly by the window.

"A bowl of large leaf tea and a plate of dried bean curd."

The shop assistant twitched the corners of his mouth slightly.

Yes, the knife-wielding boy was a bit more generous than his three companions who came first, and ordered more side dishes anyway.

"Okay, sir, wait a moment."

The shop assistant left with a smile on his face.

Ye Cang felt the few pennies left in his sleeves... After all, it was already the twelfth year of his worship in the Taiyi Sect. He could feel it firsthand. Why did Fatty Zuo mention Taiyi before? Always snort loudly out of your nose, and then curl your lips: "Bah! Poor ghost!"

With difficulty, he looked away from the plates of sauced beef at the next table, and landed on the heads of the three younger brothers and sisters who were sleeping amidst the noise. The blue veins on their foreheads could not help but jump twice.

Just as he was about to step forward and kick the three incompetent juniors and juniors, there was a sudden "pop" in the teahouse.