Nightfall

In the clear sky, suddenly there was snow falling, this is Wanli Xuepiao. [WWw.YZUU dot m]

The thick snow flakes like the gray after the reed burns, which occupies the whole sky and covers the color of the blue sky. The temperature in the city dropped sharply, and it was extremely cold. The ice on the eaves was chilling, the lake ice creaked when it was frozen, and the well water in the alley began to freeze.

Ning Que stood in the wind and snow. The thick black snow on the black uniform was like a snow bridge, because it carried too much snow and could break at any time.

In this battle, he was a bridge, and Changan City attacked the audience with his sword. At this time, the silence from the audience was swallowed by gluttony, entered Ning Que's body, and then passed through the eye pestle. The magnification or figuration of the times has shrouded Changan City.

The coldness carried by the snow flakes penetrated the heavy hospital uniform and reached the skin, instantly freezing Ning Que's frozen stiffness, the frost on the eyelashes and the snow powder on the face were extremely thick, like the mulberry that first applied makeup that year.

When the cold reached its extreme, all movement stopped. The lack of mind and body occupied by the meaning of silence is like falling into the deepest ice cellar. He can't tremble coldly, can't breathe coldly, and even his thinking is about to be frozen.

He was frozen like a well in an alley.

At this time, only the crystal clear liquid in his abdomen was still turning slowly, although the speed of turning had become extremely slow, it seemed that he might stop at any time. The breath from that drop of liquid possesses the pride of breaking all restraints, whether it is cold or dead.

At this time, his knowledge of the sea had turned into a snow-covered ocean, only the deepest muddy bottom of the seabed, and there was a piece of debris still shining, facing the coldness that had fallen from the sky, unwilling and violent.

Ning Que's Haoran Qi inherited from Uncle Xiao, and Fragment of Consciousness inherited from Lian Sheng, both of whom were the pinnacles of that era. [WWw.YZUU point m] Can fight the courtesy with the audience chamber without falling.

At this time he was caught in the greatest danger in his life. At the moment closest to death, he had rescued his awe-inspiring spirit and fragments of consciousness countless times, and broke out again.

Ning Que suddenly began to tremble, the frost on her eyelashes and the flakes on her face shattered, and then flew away like a sharp arrow, revealing her true face.

A mouthful of blood spewed out of his lips and spilled down.

The blood is very muddy. Because there are many broken blood ice particles condensed by low temperature.

The muddy blood drips on the lapel. Falling on his left hand, the eye pestle was poured with blood and suddenly became hot, and the blood was evaporated into mist and passed across the face.

Ning Que uttered a cry, which seemed extremely painful. The ice armor on the black school uniform was shattered, as if the snow on the stone bridge was falling, revealing the true appearance.

He Huo Ran opened his eyes. His hands shook slightly. Grip the ice and snow hard, then discard the knife.

He must grasp the moment when he wakes up.

He split his hands between the two ends of his eyes and swept straight out in the snow in front of him.

A sweep is two lines. Two absolutely straight lines.

The majestic rune burst into the wind and snow.

Two characters.

Through the cover of the rune, Ning lacked feet and stepped on ice and snow, swept back, and violently tens of feet away.

The Lord has proved that he is invincible in the world, even if he owns a city. Still not the opponent's opponent, and even almost died at a glance, so he just wanted to leave at this time. (You can go to the leaf when you read the novel

The farther away from the other side, the better.

On Suzaku Avenue, two fierce runes appear, like two sharp edges refined from the outline.

The viewer raised his right arm and tapped his finger.

Knowing its male, keeping its female, is the world's stream.

Knowing its blackness and keeping its whiteness is a world-style.

Knowing its glory, keeping its shame, is the valley of the world.

Viewing the subject uses the world's fingers.

The meaning completely ignores the two characters on the snow street and escapes.

Ning Que still swept back, and a blood hole appeared in his knee.

He fell backwards and a blood hole appeared on his shoulder.

After a few beeps, there were seven blood holes in his body.

The Lord used seven fingers, concealing God's will, and cut off humanity.

Broke people's way of survival.

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The blood gurgled out, staining the white snow under Ning Que's body.

At this time he could only sit in a very ugly posture, and no longer had the power to wield the knife.

The watcher said: "It's a clever way."

Ning Que understands that the subject is commenting on the previous battle, and he admits that the subject is right.

Whether it is to show the enemy weak, or to lure the enemy close, it is not a road to real combat.

"Your current state is still far away from the real avenue. No matter how strong your desire is, you can't make up for it, not to mention that you have also embarked on a branch."

Watching the Lord walked slowly, the wind and snow were easy.

"I have read your signatures. Unlike the rest of the world, I don't like it, because you don't know how to write badly, and the one-word writing is too heavy to use.

Ning Que raised her arm with some difficulty, wiped the blood off her jaw, and said, "If there is still a chance in the future, I will definitely remember your teachings and learn how to act clumsily."

"No more."

The subject senses that two figures are coming at high speed in the snow behind him.

He knew it was the pair of powerful brothers and sisters in the college.

He didn't care.

The city has been frozen by him.

What about the people in the city?

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The west side of Suzaku Boulevard is not far away. There is a simple and even rudimentary mansion. In Changan City, this is a very common picture. Often there is an old house that has been in disrepair for hundreds of years somewhere near the government office. Prosperity and dilapidation are always related. Snuggling together, it's hard to tell whether it's good or bad.

This street is called Sanyuanli, where Chang’an ’s most common people live, and the firewood in a backyard of one of them suddenly sounded annoyed by a teenager, accompanied by the sound of tapping the table.

"Why do you only give a pot of hot water? Why do you just give a pot of hot water? You can't drink enough. The mother's feet are frozen and there is no way to soak. The guy still has a dark face every day. Who should I show it to? ? "

The woman was sitting in a pile of bedding, holding a 3 or 4 year old girl, looking at the angry son with a worried expression on her face, and said, "It's good to live and eat."

The teenager was wearing a shabby cotton jacket and looked like he was dressed as a country boy.

He was sitting in the doorway where the wind leaked the most in the firewood house. His childish face had been turned blue by the cold wind. He said angrily, "I just need a pot of hot water, how difficult is it?"

Today is particularly cold, with ice edges hanging on the eaves, not even the heat of the stove can float far away. The teenager was worried about his mother ’s old legs and asked for hot water in the front yard, but only returned a pot. The teenager in the front yard also said a few words. Thinking about what happened today, his mood was very bad.

At this moment, the door of Chaifang was pushed open with a creak ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ A teenager appeared at the door, only to see that he was wearing a tight cotton-padded jacket, his expression was somewhat arrogant, and it seemed that he was all in the streets Fuck.

The cold wind rushed in from outside the door, and the woman started coughing when she was irritated, but she couldn't help herself. She quickly hugged the little girl in her arms and pulled the bedding onto the little girl.

The child in the country looked at the child in the city and was furious, but he didn't dare to clenched his fists.

Because the children in the city carried two knives in their hands.

A hatchet, a kitchen knife.

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(After finishing this chapter in the cafe on the broken bridge of West Lake, who wants to talk about this petty bourgeoisie, I have to talk to him. It ’s really uncomfortable, all kinds of table and chairs, all kinds of shoulders and necks, all kinds of lake wind It's uncomfortable, when it's cold and hot, it's fortunate to write it out in the afternoon, Amitabha, I am looking forward to returning home.) (Unfinished to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets, your support , Is my biggest motivation.)