Nightfall

The wonderful things that happened last morning, Ning Que has already remembered some of them. When Xiang Kuo Street was comatose, it was like a fantasy but not a dream. The strength of the practitioner is undoubtedly revealed in the small lakeside building. Even if he brought three knives together, he cannot be the opponent of the other party. As for the encounter on the long street, it is even more dangerous. If Haotian did not give him luck, he would not be able to live Down, there is no possibility of us having such a great opportunity.

He firmly believed that Haotian let himself come to this world for his own purpose, so he believed that he would not die for no reason. This belief supported him through the most difficult years of his childhood and accompanied him through time and time. A moment of life and death, and in his view the **** life beside Sang Sang's pillow ... is a gift given by Haotian to himself.

The **** umbrella looks very ordinary, except for its large size, it can't see any peculiarities.

However, in the fierce battle yesterday morning, if it had not blocked the flying sword at the most crucial moment, and blocked the sword finger of Yan Suqing's life-long cultivation, Ning Que died early.

The process of picking the **** umbrella is unusual, just like he picked Sang Sang.

Many years ago, Ning Que walked on the official road holding her little baby girl, watching the sky as if it was going to rain. Just when she saw a black umbrella dropped by the road, she picked it up.

When the little boy held the thick umbrella handle of the **** umbrella, nothing unusual happened in this world. The dark clouds did not drop heavy rain, and there was no shaking in the distant mountains, and there was not much black smoke. Soaring into the sky, a golden armor **** broke through the clouds and said a lot of nonsense.

Young, unaware of frugality, he prepared to throw this black umbrella after the rainy season, because he felt that this black umbrella was too dirty, and it could not be washed in the stream, and it was too heavy. Holding a black umbrella to hug a baby girl, and grabbing food distributed by the mansion with the barbarians who moved to the south from the grasslands due to drought, it was really troublesome.

However, it is very strange that probably because of sleeping for a long time holding a **** umbrella, Sang Sang, who is still a small Ru baby, began to cry after discovering that there was no **** umbrella in his arms. Coaxing that even the stolen sugar water had no effect, he had no choice but to pick the **** umbrella back.

Many encounters in the following years have proved that Sang Sang's crying and Ning Que's determination are extremely wise. During the process of hunting with the old hunters, and later hunting alone, this seemingly ordinary **** umbrella gradually revealed more and more More and more strange.

The greasy umbrella face of Dahei Umbrella didn't know what material it was made from, but it was completely not afraid of fire or swords. With this strange quality, Dahei Umbrella saved Ning Que and Sang Sang. On several occasions, the young master and servant were able to survive in the perilous world of high mountains and hills, and it has too much credit for it.

Ning Que has been with Sang Sang and this **** umbrella for many years, and has long regarded it as an extremely important partner in life, so Sang Sang would only say the sentence at the gate of Chang'an City on that day: "The umbrella is in the presence of people, the umbrella The dead are dead. "

In addition to not being afraid of fire or swords, Dahei Umbrella still has a lot of singularities. Ning Que is very convinced of this, but he has not yet been able to discover it and needs to explore it slowly.

The battle yesterday morning, like the most dangerous battlefields in this decade, at the last moment of life and death, he almost instinctively gave his life to the **** umbrella behind him. He was disappointed, and he also discovered another secret of the **** umbrella.

The flying sword, which can move around without trace, loses all its power, and can make a swordsman condensed for life and cannot be broken. This has exceeded the physical defense characteristics originally shown by the **** umbrella, and entered Another more wonderful realm, Ning Que and even faintly feel that the **** umbrella is very likely to restrain the ability of practitioners!

It is better to be able to use swords and guns, not to be invaded by fire and water, and it can also be explained that the umbrella cloth of the black umbrella is made of some rare materials. However, if his inference is correct, what reason should be used to explain all this?

The **** umbrella lay quietly beside Sang Sang's little black face. It couldn't speak or move. It was a dead creature with no life, but at this time in Ning Que's eyes, the greasy umbrella surface was tightly tied. But gradually began to release a kind of breath called mystery, that breath was a little cold, but after a closer look, it disappeared instantly.

In the face of mysterious things, human instincts will be frightened. However, this is a world of practice that is full of heaven and earth, and has many magical legends. Baidu ’s night bar will lack itself and be the party of the most mysterious event. You are accompanied by this **** umbrella, use it to shield the wind and rain, use it as a pillow to sleep, use it as a shield to get out of life, has already become an indispensable part of his and Sang Sang's life, where can there be any fear.

"You ... what is it?"

Suffering from a serious injury and encountering a dizzying surprise and happiness, I added a few glasses of wine. Ning Quewan got up early and watched the **** umbrella fall asleep, subconsciously putting Sang Sang in his arms through a thin sheet. in.

With a snap, the fan fell to the ground.

A dim light sun hangs over the silent wasteland. The environment is as dark as night is about to come. The temperature around it is very low. The purest and most extreme black spreads from a distance, and it seems to occupy the entire world.

The silence of the wasteland does not mean that there is no one. There are many people here, all kinds of people. These people did not look up at the sky, but looked at Ning Que, whose eyes are full of complex emotions of anticipation and disdain.

Ning Que knew that he had started dreaming again ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It was not the dreams of the sea during meditation, it was the continuation of the terrible dream in the journey. Although he knew he was in the dream, he still felt cold all over, as if The eyes of these people on the wasteland, no matter what emotions they contain, hide some subtle hostility.

Black gradually invaded into the wilderness, and the pure night covered half of the sky. At this moment, a thunder and thunder came from the wilderness and spread throughout the world in an instant.

Many people in the wasteland were knocked to the ground by roaring thunder and groaned in pain. The expressions on the faces of the people who could stand suddenly converged, and looked up at the sky like a lifeless statue again, to see where the thunder sounded.

The holy radiance instantly illuminates the entire night sky.

Above the high sky, in the most central and brightest position of the holy radiance, an incomparably huge golden door slowly opened, and a huge golden dragon could be seen looming out of the dragon head.

Thunder is the sound of opening the door.

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