Shi Wuluo raised his hand and pressed his forehead, not knowing for a moment whether he was happy or sad.

You are right.

Since the two are happy with each other, what are they thinking about, what they are afraid of, and what they are worried about, they should speak bluntly with the other party... But at that time, their meeting was always too hurried, and the parting was always too long, and Where is the time and courage to speak clearly? So much so that the other could not read his mind until the one whose mind was the most difficult to guess went crazy.

After calming down, Shi Wu Luo let go of his hand and walked towards Qiu Bo Deng, who was sitting in the same place.

He half-knelt down, looked into Qiu Bodeng's eyes, and said softly, "I don't like this dress either."

The white-haired boy's eyes printed his figure.

Shi Wuluo stretched out his hand, his slender knuckles gently pressed against Qiu Bodeng's cheeks, his movements were gentle and careful, as if he was holding up a piece of snow: "I don't want to be a heaven on earth."

There was a slight pause.

Shi Wu Luo slowly, slowly asked:

"When everything is over, I won't be the way of heaven, and you won't be the god of the world again, okay?"

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"The gods have disappeared, the heavens have fallen into demons, and they all don't know their whereabouts. The monsters in the thirty-six cities of Xizhou rioted, the sea monsters in the west sea went south, the thirty-six islands were mobilized, and the Twelve Books of the Imperial Beast Sect jointly published a letter, and the momentum was arrogant. "

The letter was crumpled into a ball by a fat white hand, and was thrown out, impartially, on the forehead of the person who sent the letter in. The person who was smashed shrank his neck, but did not dare to let out the air. Sure enough, the next moment, the lacquer Shen Bi case engraved with plum and lacquer was kicked over, and the furnishings were all exquisite, and the room jumped up and down. A fat man who is round, vertical and wide, and has nothing to do with "upper-class demeanor".

The fat man is extraordinarily fat.

Most of other people's fat looks like dough, with at most a few heavy chins and broad banners. His fat is the same width horizontally and vertically, and the front and rear are the same length. It really is, a rolling mass of meat, so neat that it makes people feel like a light kick on the butt, or a light tap on the stomach, can roll out.

Looking at the Twelve Continents, if you can get fat so much, you can't find a second one even if you play a lantern.

Right now, this fat man was wearing a black gold robe with dragon writing, his feet were embroidered with dark clouds and gold, and his waist was tied with a large golden belt that was two palms wide. , The owner of the ship scolded the street, and the west of the ship could listen to thunder, and the vocabulary of swearing was unconventional and endless.

Just like a gangster of a gangster, a gangster of a gangster.

And the people he scolded were immortal, and they were extraordinary.

He was clearly the chief deacon of the Xizhou Shanhai Pavilion branch.

In the past 12 years, Shanhai Pavilion has a shocking momentum. After the martyrdom of Zuoliang Shige's master, not only did it not decline and shrink, but it also expanded rapidly. Its branches and tentacles extended to all parts of the twelve continents, even the most wild and remote ones. In southern Xinjiang, it is said that Shanhaige's iconic gilded Xieshan Hall has been built. At this point, the chief deacons of Shanhaige's continents, in every continent, can be called a big man.

But at this moment, the chief deacon of Shanhaige in Xizhou was sprayed with spittle by a fat man, but he didn't dare to say a word.

Respect as much as you want.

Over the years, Shanhai Pavilion has been divided into pavilions. In addition to expanding business on the bright side, the most important thing is to form an extremely well-informed network.

Right now the storm in Xizhou is rushing.

In this 12-year period since the dark night, the coldest season in Xizhouzhou City, the city is full of snow, the days are short and the nights are long. It was originally a gathering of relatives and friends, cooking wine and tea, and sleeping well season. But this year, the sound of the city bell shattered the dream, and the wind of war tore apart Jing Dong.

Because, the wave of monster riots swept the Western Continent.

In just a few days, thirty-six cities have been devastated by blood, among which more than a dozen sea cities near the northwest corner are even more bone-strewn and unbearable.

This is why Zuo Yuesheng was so angry when he saw the report he submitted.

The news of the monster riot should have been reported as soon as they noticed the corresponding signs, but they didn't get the news until the monster riot happened and the Thirty-Six City Massacre was cast - so slow, Zuo Yue gave birth to these people doing what!

The Chief Deacon of Xizhou knew that he was not responsible.

But it's also really frustrating.

This time, there was no sign of the monster riot, and they also heard that Elder Gu Qingshui was sent to Guhai by the Beast Familiar Sect. pressure.

Unexpectedly, Elder Gu Qingshui died in the ancient sea.

This year's fierce wind is more terrifying than ever, but the whales do not break through hundreds of rivers. The mysterious ice of the ancient sea, carried by the strong wind and the impetus of the ocean current, slammed into the many fjords in the west of Xizhou, and all the floating cities were turned into powder. The most tragic among them is the sea city called "Yun Whale City".

Located in the Changlan Fjord, Yuncheng is the city at the top of the entire fjord, and the first city to be brutally attacked by whales.

Hundreds of rivers descended south, and the tide washed away the city, but still a quarter of the people escaped to the top of the steep cliff on which the city rested. But after the subsequent West Kraken and the whale group arrived at the Changlan Fjord, they set off huge waves and devoured all the remaining city residents brutally.

According to the personal descriptions of the disciples who escaped back to the Imperial Beast Sect, the corpses floating on the sea at that time overlapped, and the corpses were frozen blue and purple by the icy tide.

The old man held the child, and the woman held her husband tightly.

Corpse upon corpse.

Sad to see.

The Thirty-Six City Massacre was spread to the Shanhai branch, and the people in charge of sorting out the news were also horrified. Knowing that the situation was serious, the rest dared not come to see the pavilion owner who rushed to Xizhou. In the end, the chief deacon had to bite the bullet and report it in person. .