Marquis of Grand Xia

    The big crack is very wide, just like an axe in the void. If it is not the golden light, it is estimated that Ning Chen can't find it for a lifetime.

    This fucking World is always a little fucking thing that people can't understand, such as Innate, and, for example, paper that shines on its own.

    Ning Chen feels that his original view of World is like a mirror that fell on the ground. The broken one can't be broken anymore.

    Going into the crack, a person and a horse walked silently, and the way out was at the foot, but it still had some unreality.

    It turned out that he still couldn't completely agree with what had happened before.

    The road to the crack came to an end, and they had appeared on a snowfield.

    Little White Horse The first action, a hoof, the coquettish eyes passed, and then ate in the snow and ate.

    Ning Chen looked at it with contempt, and did not experience the bandits of the world.

    The next moment, Ning Chen gently picked up a handful of snow, then stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it with a hail…

    Cool!

    a person and a horse Shut up his head and have a happy face.

    The days at Netherworld Hell are really hell, no food, no drink, no snow, and now I find it a blessing to eat a sip of snow.

    The hot feeling in the throat faded a lot. Ning Chen dropped the snow in his hand and saw that Little White Horse was still eating wildly. He couldn't help but frown and slap the horse's ass and slap it up. Road:

    "Don't kill"

    Like this way of eating, life will eat nothing, everything must be done, their bodies are still very weak, can not afford to toss.

    "snoring"

    Little White Horse glanced at the former, then stepped back two steps, and continued to eat it.

    Ning Chen was furious and was about to worry. She suddenly saw Little White Horse under her body. The snow that had just stood was melted and she couldn’t help but look.

    What the bead that this guy swallowed is what it has been, and it has been such a big influence after so many days.

    Ning Chen is worried, but watching Little White Horse's pleasure is no longer stopping it.

    "Let's wait, don't run around"

    As the words fell, Ning Chen turned the wheelchair and walked away.

    After a short time, Ning Chen came back with a scorpion in his hand, not big, but enough for a person and a horse to eat a meal.

    He didn't know that Little White Horse couldn't eat meat, but he didn't have to eat it at this time.

    The fire has been extinguished, and the attachment has no dead wood. It is impossible to make a fire. His cultivation base can't reach the extent that Son of God can change Heaven and Earth. It can't be fired out of thin air.

    Simple solution to the scorpion, Ning Chen held back the nausea and stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth, suffocating, and snoring in the stomach that had not been eaten for many days, and returned to the sour water.

    But he knew that he would die if he didn't eat, and his body couldn't hold out of the snowfield.

    Indiscriminately stuffed two pieces of meat, and Ning Chen cut another piece into the mouth of Little White Horse.

    "snoring"

    Little White Horse didn't want to eat, and spit it out at once.

    "eat down"

    Ning Chen's face sank and shouted.

    Seeing that the owner was on fire, Little White Horse snorted and licked the raw meat in the snow and ate it hard.

    Ning Chen felt a little heavy, sighed softly, stroking the head of Little White Horse, whispering, "Resist the point, as long as you can survive, it is worth the pain."

    Little White Horse licked the chest of the former with his head and looked very wronged.

    "Okay, don't grind and lick like a girl, hurry to eat."

    Ning Chen pulled out Little White Horse and was impatient.

    Untreated raw meat is very heavy, with dripping blood, Little White Horse eating hard, Ning Chen eating disgusting, a person and a horse In the wilderness, you take a bite, stare at each other, no one will Lose money, for fear that the other party will eat less.

    The scorpions on the snowfield are very small. After removing the visceral fur, the remaining meat is running low. Ning Chen looks at the last piece of meat and stuffs it into the mouth of Little White Horse, and immediately uses the snow on the ground to clean the hands. indifferently says : "Go, go."

    Little White Horse painfully swallowed the last bite of meat, then obediently opened the hoof, while walking, thinking about nausea.

    The heavy snow finally stopped, but Sun has not yet come out. This heavy snow is a disaster, especially in the north, and there is a lot of snow everywhere.

    Ning Chen didn't know where he was going, and he didn't even understand the direction. The snowfield was everywhere, and he couldn't tell the difference between the southeast and the north.

    It is easy to get snow blindness in the snow, so Ning Chen will blind the eyes of Little White Horse every time he walks, then close his eyes and feel forward. They don't know the direction anyway, just keep walking.

    However, he did not expect that if people want to be unlucky, they will stuff their teeth when they drink cold water.

    Just as Ning Chen and Little White Horse saw the hope ahead, a city was hidden, not far away, a white man came across the slope.

    The white man sees a person and a horse in front of him. It is also a glimpse. In this snowy field, such a combination is too individual and too recognizable.

    There is a saying that it is not a waste of time to break through the iron shoes.

    Ning Chen felt the killing intent from the man, his brows were wrinkled, and he thought about it in the future, and he saw a cold sword light cover his face.

    "Bang!"

    Swords and fingers meet, swinging a waterfall snowflake, the man out of the sword, almost to the moment of death, a sword to the front, Jianfeng forced face.

    Ning Chen left the sword with his left hand and turned around. The sword edge turned to one side and the unloading force was invisible.

    At the same time, Black Ink Sword was unsheathed, half-baked, hoarfrost swayed, and a sword was blind.

    The man did not look the same, his left hand extended, grabbed Black Ink Sword, and Mars splashed, it was a pair of cast iron forged gloves.

    Ning Chen's eyes, a black three-pointer in the hands of Black Ink Sword, slamming, the iron gloves are a half-finger mouth.

    The blood flowed down the Black Ink Sword sword edge. The white man saw the red for the first time. The hand holding the sword turned, the sword body exploded, and the sword took the sword and stabbed Ning Chen.

    "shameless"

    Ning Chen snorted in anger, but never reviewed whether he was even more shameless.

    The sword in the sword is unpredictable. However, Ning Chen has encountered more dangerous situations than this, so he moved.

    Wheelchair does not retreat, the moment of turning, Black Ink Sword looks back, such as Death God's sickle, crossed a black brilliance.

    Black Ink Sword was quick, and the moves were very tricky, but Ning Chen's brows wrinkled slightly.

    He felt the power is not enough, this sword is slow.

    At the very least, it is much slower than when he faced the headless Yin Cavalry.

    "Hua~"

    The plaque split and opened a waterfall, and the white man retraced three steps, avoiding this deadly sword.

    Ning Chen was upset and dissatisfied. His body was slower than it was at the time, and the speed of the wheelchair underneath could not keep up.

    This is actually not difficult to understand. There is a gap between the illusion and the reality. It is so simple to turn the illusory move into reality.

    The white man's mood is also not good. He found that his cultivation base of Martial Dao Fifth Rank could not completely suppress the young boy in front of him. The move of the move is even more faint.

    Ning Chen sat on the wheelchair and his eyes narrowed up to conceal the thoughts in his heart. He could also feel it through a brief confrontation. The white man, the Martial Dao cultivation base, was not as old as the old eunuch, but the sword in his hand was a little troublesome.

    He would like to thank the torture in the Netherworld Hell illusion, otherwise he will be the idiot who used to have a cultivation base but could not play.

    In the end, martial arts is used for fighting, and physical fitness is a fart.

    When he learned the sword with Sword Consecrate, the old man said that the role of the sword is to kill, but there is no other use.

    The person who takes the sword is Sword Artist, who kills the sword.

    Of course, there are not many people in the world who can be called Sword Artist. Sword Consecrate says that he can only count at most half. In this way, he and the white man in front of him are not even half.

    Ning Chen started to feel a little disgusting. Maybe it was eaten raw meat before, and her eyes were hurt by snow. This place is really a good place to fight.

    The white man looked at the boy in front of him, and the long-distance kung fu sword was forced again.

    The moment the sword came out, he was still thinking, why did the boy seem to be absent-minded?

    Ning Chen slowed down, Black Ink Sword crossed the front, blocking a sword in front of the throat, and immediately turned his head, Black Ink Sword crossed the sword of the long sword, the moment of rotation, blood sprinkled, broken arm flying.

    Looking at the blood of the sky, Ning Chen sighs, he is still the best at breaking the arm, because the arm is closest to him.

    The next moment, the wheelchair turns, Black Ink Sword turns, the ink passes, see blood seal the throat.

    The white man fell down with his eyes, and his body remained in a position of genius. He fell into the snow and could no longer stand up.

    AHEM!

    Ning Chen coughed a few times, spilled a bit of blood on his lips, and rubbed his hand impatiently. Then he bent down and groped for a few times on the white man. He got up and took a look at Little White Horse's ass. , with the little man into the city"

    "snoring"

    Little White Horse replied, followed by the wheelchair and slowly walked towards Ancient City.

    Ancient City is really far away. When the two guys walked into the city, the sky was dark and could no longer be black.

    The inn on the street was going to fight, and it was hard to let Ning Chen stop. He was very hungry and his brother Little White Horse was very hungry.

    The shopkeeper began to be very impatient, but when he saw the big silver in his hand, his face turned pale and he couldn’t wait to serve the teenager as an ancestor.

    Ning Chen squinted at Little White Horse and gestured, how, it’s good to follow the brother.

    Little White Horse responded with a low eyebrow and a good attitude, which made Ning Chen very satisfied.

    "What do you want to eat for the son?"The treasurer smiled charmingly.

    Ning Chen glanced at the sign hanging in front of the hall, and then pointed it one by one, looking at the appearance of the nouveau riche. "Don't do this, the other one comes, no, two."

    When I heard the former, the smile on the face of the shopkeeper was even more splendid. I asked with concern, "Is the son of the package to take away one?"

    "No, that one is it."

    Ning Chen a finger at the door of Little white Horse, not very impatient way.

    "The son is asking this horse to come in and eat too?"The treasurer is awkward.

    "Can't you?"Ning Chen is even more impatient, and his ink is fart, he is starving to death.

    "This is not in line with the rules."

    The shopkeeper is embarrassed. He is the place where people eat, how can a beast come in.

    Ning Chen threw the silver ingot in his hand and said, "This is yours."

    "Oh, your words are rules."

    The shopkeeper’s face blossomed, and he said nothing but turned around and walked toward the kitchen.

    The food had not come up yet, and the two starving ghosts caught the tea in the hall and drank a pot and another pot until Ning Chen and so on, and the food finally came up.

    The chef was picked up from the bed by the shopkeeper. He was confused and played some dysfunction. However, this can't stop the two eyes-lit guys from eating crazy.

    Because the manpower is not enough, the shopkeeper is also helping the kitchen, and finally vacated his hand and prepared to come to the front hall to take a look. As soon as he stepped into the hall, he was immediately stunned by a person and a horse.

    There was a mess in the hall, and there were empty plates everywhere. A person and a horse had almost no place to stay around. On the side, the younger face of the dish was white, and it was the first time in life that I saw it. Terrible sight.

    Ning Chen and Little White Horse naturally don't know that their eating has caused such a big psychological shadow. The two guys' qualities and skins are beyond this Era, and they don't care about other people's opinions.

    As a result, more and more people are scared in front of the church, standing there straight, looking at a pair of wonderful people and horses together…

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