"What you use is swordsmanship." Si Ming looked at Shao Xiaoli and said softly: "This move is concentrated and spiritual, like a needle hiding its sleeves. It's a very good swordsmanship. Who did you learn from it?"
Shao Xiaoli had never seen the woman in front of him.
The lines of her cheeks were so soft and sculpted, and her soft silver hair was more like the best cotton silk. It was neatly draped down and followed the lines of her body, some straight to the back, and some along the way. The proud curves of the chest flowed down, and the black robe was not absolutely black. There were faint lines inlaid with silver lines on it. Those lines were buried very deep, vaguely outlining a complete pattern that Shao Xiaoli could not see clearly.
The sudden appearance of this woman subverted her cognition.
She just felt that even the charming sister Su Yanshu seemed to be a rouge fan when compared with the woman in front of her.
"I..." Shao Xiaoli came to her senses slightly. Of course she couldn't betray the boss, and said nervously: "I learned swordsmanship by myself."
Siming smiled and said, "My little sister is really talented."
Shao Xiaoli didn't know whether he was an enemy or a friend, but quietly retreated behind the door and said, "What can I do for this sister?"
Shao Xiaoli said, glanced out of the corner of his eye, and was stunned again.
There was a fight with the three-eyed boy earlier. The three-eyed boy was thrown to the street, then slid all the way and hit the opposite wall. The smoke and dust hanging from the wall actually froze in the air after the silver-haired woman appeared. .
Shao Xiaoli was shocked and immediately looked away, looking at the entire long street.
There was no movement in the long street. There was no breeze, no leaves rustling, no lanterns swinging. Everything seemed to be stagnant, as quiet as death.
Shao Xiaoli had heard that there was a great god who could hold Yin and Yang in the palm of his hand and change time. She originally thought it was a legend, but now the goddess had truly arrived in front of her. Shao Xiaoli scratched his messy hair and the skirt that was a little dirty from sword practice, feeling ashamed of himself.
And the woman's clothes seemed to be undulating in the waves of time, slowly and affectionately. Her soft eyes were always looking at Shao Xiaoli, and said: "Sister, I just saw that you are good at swordsmanship, and you have a love for talents. Are you willing?" Do you want to follow my sister? I can teach you magic that is a hundred times more powerful than the most powerful magic in Broken Boundary City."
Her voice reached his ears softly, with a convincing and touching tone. Shao Xiaoli looked in a daze, and the foot that had retreated to the threshold unconsciously stepped out.
"Magic?" Shao Xiaoli asked subconsciously.
Siming nodded and said: "I can take you out of the Broken Boundary City, I can teach you how to take charge of other people's lives, I can make you immortal in the river of time, and I can also help you keep anyone you want to keep. "
"Keep anyone you want to keep?" Shao Xiaoli's eyes flashed.
Siming smiled and nodded. She stretched out her jade-like flawless hand, with her palm upward, her fingers slightly bent and half-curled, and she moved gently, saying: "Let me go."
Shao Xiaoli's footsteps actually followed her softly raised hand.
After just two steps, Shao Xiaoli felt alarmed in her heart. She came back to consciousness slightly, stopped, and looked at the other person again with a faint look of resistance.
Siming said slowly: "You don't believe me?"
"I..." Shao Xiaoli looked at her face, and a voice in his heart told her, how could this sister lie to others when she is so beautiful, just like the boss never lied to me... That's right! Boss.
She hesitated to speak and looked back into the house.
Siming also followed her gaze.
"What do you want from me?"
Ning Changjiu appeared not far behind Shao Xiaoli at some unknown time. His white clothes were washed by Shao Xiaoli himself. They were very clean and smelled of vegetation.
Ning Jiujiu slowly walked outside the house and looked at the silver-haired woman who called herself Si Ming's maid.
The silver-haired woman also looked at him and smiled: "Master, I never thought you were here. We said goodbye that day, and now it's nearly three months, and Master has never come to look for me?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "Come in and talk."
Shao Xiaoli was shocked when he listened to their conversation, wondering when the boss hooked up with such a beautiful sister... He actually hid it from me... Could he have gone out for a private meeting while I was sleeping
Then wouldn't I have to be their maid in the future
Shao Xiaoli stood among them, suddenly feeling a little redundant, she couldn't help but scratch her face, her face turned pale.
When Ning Changjiu turned around, he patted her shoulder and said with his lips: "Be careful."
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Si Ming slightly lifted the hem of his black robe, gently crossed the threshold, which was not high, and followed Ning Changjiu into the courtyard.
Lord Xueyu was squatting under the shade of a tree in the yard like an old hen. When he saw the silver-haired woman approaching, he swooped up to the tree and hid among the leaves that were not very protective. , pretending to be just a random bird passing by.
Siming glanced at it gently and said, "This chicken looks familiar."
Ning Jiujiu said: "I have lost some weight now. When the girl comes next time, maybe I can make a pot of soup for you."
Siming narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Young Master's hospitality is indeed good."
Ning Jiujiu stopped, turned around and looked, and then his brows gradually furrowed.
I saw Siming Pingping standing tall and graceful in the yard, with one hand behind her back and the other spread out in front of her chest, and on her palm lay a few thin golden threads.
Ning remained silent for a long time.
This is the formation he prepared in advance in the yard.
This formation was the one he secretly planted in the courtyard when Ning Xiaoling became possessed.
This is the golden wire net formation. It is said that in ancient times, monks buried gold wires at the bottom of the river to trap dragons. It is a very powerful formation.
And today's formation is dozens of times stronger than the one that trapped Ning Xiaoling that day.
Although he didn't expect to trap her with this, he never thought that when they met her, before the formation was activated, she was uprooted by the other party like a carrot.
"I am also a little worried about the chaos in the royal city in the new year, so I have set up this formation to protect myself. Don't be offended, girl." Ning Changjiu said without changing his expression.
Si Mingxin twisted the golden thread with his hands, and a few stunning melodies were played between his fingers. Ning Jiujiu remained unmoved and walked towards the house.
Siming did not destroy the formation, but let go of his hand and let it sink into the ground again.
She followed Ning Changjiu's footsteps and walked in. When she reached the door, she casually peeled off a piece of yellowed talisman paper with traces of modification, and then picked out the "tongue" of a brass bell under the door. Then she Then he entered the house.
Ning Jiujiu seemed calm, but his heart was tense.
Some of the methods he had laid out these days were cracked one by one by the other party with ease.
Neither of them said anything, it was a tacit understanding.
Si Ming's figure was slim and her steps were slow. As she walked, she picked up the dishes and chopsticks on the table and arranged them one by one.
"Can she even see this water bowl inducing spell formation?" The spirit of the Sword Scripture finally couldn't help it anymore and said with her heart.
After Si Ming put away the dishes and chopsticks, he picked up the feather duster and brushed off the cobwebs on the wall. He also brushed off the red-shelled beetle that had been lying in the shadow. The beetle was frightened and fled towards the crack in the door. It was only halfway there, Its body quickly decayed and turned into ashes, and was then gently shaken away by Si Ming with a feather duster.
"No way? This blood corpse worm was fished out from the ice in the snow field. It is as solid as a rock, invulnerable to water and fire, and cannot be cut with a sword. This..." The spirit of the Sword Scripture also seemed to have seen a ghost.
Mr. Xueyu, who was hiding on the big tree outside the house, thought to himself, as expected, the duster made from my hair is indeed amazing!
After dusting off the blood corpse bugs, Siming was attracted by several paintings on the wall. She walked to the new paintings, her eyes seemed to be contained by the canvas.
This is a scroll of space drawn by Ning Jiujiu based on Zhang Chengyu's painting skills. The four scrolls seem to be separated, but in fact they are integrated with each other. There are places in the scroll that can accommodate one's own hiding place, and there are also places that can trap others.
But this painting also did not hide it from Siming's eyes.
"Young master's brushwork is exquisite, and the spiritual charm in it is vivid and moving. If you say that this is the best work by a master in the world, I will not doubt it. It's just that the scroll is not beautiful at all." Si Ming said slowly. Then he stretched out his hand and turned the positions of several scrolls.
The artistic conceptions that were originally connected to each other were separated. Although these four paintings still contained the laws of space, the broken laws no longer threatened her at all.
"This is really a female goblin." The spirit of the Sword Scripture said: "You donkey can only stare."
Ning Changjiu's heartstrings were tense. He knew that the other party was always breaking the situation he had set up, not in a hurry, but also in the process of slowly grinding down his Taoist heart.
Siming smiled lightly. In this not-so-luxurious room, her slender back looked even more beautiful.
She tidied up other things in the house.
At this moment, her "cleaning up" look looks very virtuous, like a good wife whom she has been with for many years. Her temperament has been softened by the years, but her cheeks still have the beauty of her 28th century. She sometimes bends down
, that slender but plump figure is so straight, it's hard to imagine what kind of beauty is wrapped in the black robe.
No matter who sees such a woman, she may have a feeling that it would be nice if she was his wife.
But Ning Jiujiu's gaze remained calm. He looked at her slightly bent body as she put away the incense candles on the floor, and said calmly: "Come into the house with me."
Siming stood up slowly, a lock of hair hanging down from behind her ear and falling to her cheek. She held it with her hand and lowered her head slightly, feeling like a little girl, "Master, are you inviting me?"
Ning Changchun silently recited the spell of pure heart and walked straight into the house.
Siming followed in.
"This looks like a woman's boudoir." Siming looked around and said.
Ning Jiujiu nodded and said: "This is Xiao Li's mother's room. After her mother died, this room was vacated for me."
Siming hummed softly. She lowered her sleeves and walked silently. Her slender figure floated across the room like a ghost. The light through the window paper fell on her cotton-like silver hair, emitting a thin halo.
Ning Jiujiu poured her a bowl of water and said, "Girl, please sit down."
Siming sat down and stared at Ning Changjiu with soft eyes, half-smiling.
Ning Changjiu got straight to the point and said, "Young lady, I don't know why you came to visit me this time?"
Siming said angrily: "You have the nerve to ask me? More than two months ago, I gave you a token to ask you to come to Xingling Palace to meet my master. The master has been waiting for so long, but he has not waited for you. However, The master told me that in ancient times, when looking for immortals, there was a saying that one would go out of the mountain after three visits, so he ordered me to come again and ask the young master to go to the Xingling Hall to talk about it."
Ning Jiujiu said: "It's not that I don't want to go, it's just that I really can't find the location of the Star Spirit Palace."
Si Ming lightly covered his lower lip, as if he had come to his senses, smiled apologetically, stood up gently, bowed to Ning Jiujiu, and apologized: "The Xingling Palace is different from the secular palace, but the little girl was negligent. Please don’t blame me, Master.”
Ning Jiujiu turned slightly sideways under the pretense of putting down the kettle to avoid this gift.
Si Ming sat down again, stretched out his exquisite jade fingers, and said: "If you are willing, Master, I am willing to take you to the palace to meet our master."
Ning Jiujiu said: "If your master has something to do, just tell me. Why go to such trouble?"
Siming said: "The monster Chongsui is still waiting in this city. Every word we say may be listened to by him. Only Xingling Palace is isolated from the world and can discuss some important matters."
Ning didn't answer for a long time and suddenly asked: "Why did you say that to Xiao Li before?"
Siming smiled and replied: "That little girl looks really pretty and cute to me, and I want to accept her as a disciple. I didn't know that she already has a disciple. I hope that the young master will not take offense."
Ning Jiujiu asked again: "Do you need my help?"
"Young Master is indeed a smart man." Siming said: "If Young Master is really the legendary Son of Destiny, then even my master will be willing to regard you as a god and obey you and obey your orders."
As he spoke, Siming's eyes moved. The ice-like look on his cheeks and the charming curl of the corners of his lips combined with a breathtaking beauty.
Ning Jiujiu remained unmoved, and did not even ask the Son of Destiny for his explanation. He just said: "What do you want me to do for you? If it means going through fire and water, I will definitely not agree."
Siming shook his head and said: "Don't worry, I will definitely not embarrass the young master. Sir Siming will explain it to you in detail when the time comes."
Ning Jiujiu nodded and asked directly the doubts in his heart: "Is Chongsui still in the city? What does he want to do?"
Si Ming sighed helplessly, shook his head and said: "The master is actually very troubled by the monster Chongsui. Everything in this city has its counterpart on the star chart of Xingling Palace, and Chongsui is among them. A disharmonious point of light, hidden in the darkness of the astrolabe, even the owner cannot detect it."
"Where did Chongsui come from?" Ning Changjiu asked.
Siming looked at him quietly and said, "Duanpo Gorge."
Ning Changjiu looked blank.
Siming continued: "There is always snow and wind there, and there is a fortune teller who uses brute force to tell lives. If the young master is destined, maybe you can meet him."
Ning Jiujiu nodded, still looking a little confused.
Siming said: "What I said to the little girl earlier is also a promise to the young master. The little girl is definitely not a person who breaks her promise. I hope the young master will trust you."
Ning Jiujiu said: "I am willing to believe you and Lord Siming."
Siming nodded lightly and said: "Take the key I gave you last time. On the night when the ban ends, come to the palace and walk to the deepest part. There is a stone wall there. The young master uses the jade key to complete the stone wall on it. After using the Bagua array diagram, you can come to the Xingling Palace, and then you can meet Lord Siming. I hope you will definitely come this time. If you come, the Xingling Palace will always be your friend. If you don’t come, you will always be your friend. …”
Si Ming spoke a little late, pursed his thin crimson lips and said, "If you don't come, then I can only feel sorry for you."
Ning Jiujiu listened, and the other party's words were very soft, with a hint of vagueness. Because of this vagueness, if Ning Jiujiu wanted to hear her words clearly, he had to be attentive, and this kind of concentration was like an insect caught in a spider's web. , his soul was frightened and it was difficult to break free. When he realized it, it was too late, and his mind was already rising and falling rhythmically with the other party's words.
Within the air sea, the spirit of the Sword Sutra has already understood, and it is ready to occupy Ning Jiujiu's consciousness at any time, causing him to cut off the connection with the silver-haired woman.
But Si Ming didn't really do anything.
From the time she entered the house to this moment, everything she did seemed to be just to shock Ning Changjiu, let him understand the gap, and tell him that there was no point in resisting.
No matter how mysterious and strong the donkey at the foot of the hillside is, it cannot withstand the hunting and bite of a tiger.
"I understand. I will come to see Lord Siming when the time comes." Ning Jiujiu stood up with her and bowed to each other.
"Then I'll bother you, sir." Siming nodded gently. She was like the moonlight hidden among the dark clouds. After taking two steps back, her eyes were suddenly attracted by something. She tilted her neck and looked at Looking at the box in the corner, she smiled and asked, "What is this?"
Ning Jiujiu was also stunned. The box seemed to be an ordinary box, not a trap he had set.
The Spirit of the Sword Scripture reacted immediately and shouted: "Stop her quickly!"
Ning Jiujiu looked over there in confusion.
I saw the silver-haired woman picking up the box, holding it in her arms, and unbuttoning the iron buttons.
When the box was opened, there was a slight glint in Siming's ice-cold eyes. She lowered her head shyly, and her elegant cheeks were covered with a light blush.
"I never thought that the young master would be so elegant?" Si Ming tilted the wooden box slightly, and Ning Jiujiu saw the contents of the box and felt slightly embarrassed.
The box was tinkered with by Shao Xiaoli when he first came to Duanjie City. It was said that it was a prop used by her mother and the king.
Among them are leather whips twisted from thin ropes, leather gloves, metal collars, and many slender cotton ropes...
"This..." Ning Jiujiu felt that he was wronged. There was no way he would do this with that girl Shao Xiaoli.
Si Ming put his finger to his lips in an understanding manner, making a silent gesture, and said: "This private matter in the boudoir is not a shameful matter, but I never thought that the young master would have such a preference for being handsome. But if If you really like it, you can carry it on your back when you come to Xingling Palace, my master... doesn't mind."
Then, as if she had finished telling some secret, she smiled gracefully, closed the box softly, lowered her body, and pushed the wooden box back into the corner.
There seemed to be light dust floating in the cold room, and Siming was like a ray of moonlight in the dust.
This ray of moonlight left a last hint of smile, and then gradually faded in the room.
Ning looked at her leaving shadow for a long time, his heartstrings not relaxing at all.
As for her last words, let alone an ordinary man, even the spirit of the Sword Scripture felt unbearable after hearing it, and tentatively said: "I don't think this girl is a joke, how about... take her with you and give it a try?"
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Shao Xiaoli cautiously entered the house.
Ning sat on the chair for a long time. There was a porcelain cup filled with water on the table in front of him, and there was also a porcelain cup on the opposite corner of him. The water in the cup remained untouched.
There was also poison in the water, and Ning Jiujiu had his own magical way to detoxify it, so he deliberately took a sip first, hoping to let the silver-haired woman down her guard.
But the other party seemed to have an exquisite heart and could see through all his thoughts. In the end, he didn't even take a sip, he just smiled brightly.
"Is that big sister gone?" Shao Xiaoli asked.
Ning Jiujiu nodded.
"That sister is so beautiful." Shao Xiaoli said, and she sat down on the chair opposite Ning Changjiu. She wanted to drink water, but Ning Changjiu suddenly held down her wrist and snatched the cup away.
Shao Xiaoli was stunned. She was so wronged that tears welled up in her eyes: "Boss, you are too partial. We get along day and night every day, why can't we say a few words to that vixen? Now the water
You don’t even let me drink anymore, that’s too much…”
Ning Jiujiu did not explain, but just said: "Before opening the city, you must be careful about anyone, including people you are familiar with, even me."
Shao Xiaoli didn't know why he said that, but he just said angrily: "If the boss doesn't play with me, shouldn't others be allowed to play with me?"
Ning looked at her for a long time and said, "On the day the ban ends, something big may happen in the city."
Shao Xiaoli wiped the corners of his eyes and said, "Is this what the elder sister told you?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "Anyway, you have to be careful. The swordsmanship and refinement you have learned in the past two months are enough for you to protect yourself in the city."
Shao Xiaoli's heart warmed up a little and he said, "Isn't there a boss who protects me? What do I have to be afraid of?"
Ning didn't say anything for a long time. He vaguely guessed the thoughts of some silver-haired women, but those thoughts were too terrifying. Even though he had seen Madam Bai destroy the city, he still couldn't hide the chill in his heart.
Seeing that Ning remained silent for a long time, Shao Xiaoli couldn't help but continue to ask: "What is that sister's name?"
Ning Jiujiu did not hide anything: "Maybe her name is Siming."
"Si Ming?" Shao Xiaoli was slightly shocked: "Is there anyone named Si in this world?"
Ning Jiujiu thought of his fourth senior sister and said, "Yes."
Shao Xiaoli snorted and asked, "What did the boss and the fairy sister do in the house just now..."
As she spoke, Shao Xiaoli's eyes sharpened and she caught a glimpse of the wooden box in the corner of the room. It seemed that there were traces of movement. Her words were paused, and a series of pictures appeared in her mind. This... She really couldn't imagine how elegant and elegant it was. Camellia, the fairy sister who is as clear as a new spring, lowers her body, spreads her clothes, and uses those objects with her boss,
The girl's face suddenly turned red with embarrassment. She said in a low voice that the boss was too much, and immediately ran out of the house quickly.
The spirit of the Sword Sutra was rising and falling in the air sea, laughing endlessly.
Ning Jiujiu was too lazy to pay attention to these things. He summoned Lord Xueyu and explained some matters about practicing the sword for Shao Xiaoli. Then he threw it into the yard and gave it to Shao Xiaoli for training. Today, Shao Xiaoli seemed to be stimulated and became more and more nervous. The battle became more courageous, and not long after, Ning Jiujiu heard the screams of Blood Feather Lord flapping his wings in the courtyard.
Ning Jiujiu stood up, opened some windows, and looked towards the courtyard.
Sand snow, white silk, mirror flowers, autumn makeup, stone carvings on cloud cliffs, osmanthus seeds falling leisurely, knocking on the moon and asking for immortals...
The seven moves in the first half of the Tianyu Sword Classic were executed one after another in Shao Xiaoli's hands. Although the succession of moves was still a bit stiff, I thought he would be able to master them smoothly within two or three years.
Looking at these sword moves, he couldn't help but think of the days when the teacher's sister was studying and writing, and the figure of Lu Jiaowei wielding a sword on the snowy cliff.
Those memories are so clear and distant. Every time I think of them when I am in a different place, it seems to be covered with a hazy veil of fairy spirit.
He wasn't sure if he would ever see them again in his life.
He stared for a moment longer, then closed the window.
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The day of opening the city is approaching, and the entire royal city has been turned over.
But the old man was very patient. He didn't know where he was hiding in the dark night, and he never showed up. Even though he spent three days and three nights on the cloud platform and used the galaxy search method, he couldn't find any trace of it. .
So there was another speculation in the city.
Could it be that Chongsui has long been transformed into a human form and hidden in the royal city? In the royal city, every person they think they are familiar with may be the incarnation of Chongsui.
The idea spread like a plague.
People who were originally in peace began to feel insecure and worried, fearing that when they woke up, their relatives would have a knife thrust into their chest.
But Chongsui never showed up, and some people began to wonder whether this monster existed, and whether all they did was just to scare themselves.
Time passed day by day, until the city gate opened, Chongsui did not appear.
On the day the ban was lifted, the sky seemed much brighter. The vegetable fields opened outside the city had not been cared for for three months, and they grew surprisingly well.
Even Mr. Xueyu was quite excited, shouting that he was going to smash snowballs on the ice field.
However, Ning Changjiu's heart could never become clear along with the weather.
Because he had to meet Siming tonight, Shao Xiaoli also excused himself from illness and did not go to participate in this wilderness clearing operation.
In the evening, Ning stood in the courtyard for a long time, looking at the sky from a distance.
This is the third month since he came to Duanjie City. If he were outside, it would be the cool season of early autumn. The Lotus Seed Festival in Liantian Town may have passed, and the lotus flowers in the pond would have begun to wither and turn into A pool of fallen flowers and leaves.
Dusk has fallen, and there is no glow in the sky of Duanjie City. The sky is always covered with a misty color.
Shao Xiaoli looked at his side face and didn't quite understand what was wrong with going to see that beautiful sister. Maybe she could get her back as his wife.
But the boss's expression clearly seemed like he was thinking about something.
She knew that the gods in Time Abyss were all reincarnated.
Could it be that the boss is also thinking about his wife from his previous life
With this thought in mind, she waved a sword in the courtyard. A white rainbow stretched across the courtyard, stained with twilight, like a haze.
This time, the Xingyuan team marched extremely smoothly. At the same time, because of Wei Yuan's absence, many people who were originally suppressed became more motivated. They all carried flags and went all out to the ice field with their souls. , I want to make history with my own hands.
They originally thought that within three months, countless monsters would have multiplied and grown among those cliffs.
But after leaving the city, they discovered that the canyon was so quiet that it was almost deathly silent.
I don’t know where the monsters that were rampant have gone. After searching for a long time, I can only see a few sporadically. Many of the destructive flowers on the cliffs have died, leaving only a green stem spitting out liquid, and the black The fire snakes in the cliff seemed to be extinct. Even if they were seen, they were only young snakes, which made those proud monks unable to bear to take action.
The towering trees in the dead ash forest are also much sparser visibly to the naked eye.
Beyond the dead gray forest, there are dozens of cliffs, cliffs and rift valleys. In the past, these were extremely dangerous places, especially in a misty valley, where the insects hidden were extremely poisonous. Even if you are not careful, there are dangers. He may have been poisoned, either forced to have his limbs amputated, or died outright. This valley of mist had delayed them for decades.
But at this moment, it was a flat river. When the insects heard the human voice, they seemed to be scared out of their wits, and they burrowed into the cracks in the rocks, not daring to come out.
The same was true in the barren valleys and plains and swamps that followed. This was obviously a road opened up by a fight, but at this moment it was like a race. What they were competing against was just pure leg strength.
Running at the front was a young man with a heavy sword on his back and half a mask.
The other half of the young man's face was injured by the poisonous gas in the misty valley, and it has not healed yet.
He has suffered a lot of ridicule over the years because of his face, but today, as long as he plants the flag on the ice field, he will be the biggest hero in the past few decades. All ridicule will be turned into praise and admiration, and he will be in the limelight. It will also directly overwhelm Wei Yuan.
He pulled out the flag behind him.
At that moment, a figure suddenly passed by him.
The young man was startled for a moment, then recognized him immediately.
That man's spirit has the power of mustard seeds, which can hold many things and condense them into the size of seeds.
The young man understood. The man had condensed into a mustard seed and secretly hid it on his body. Now that the end was approaching, he suddenly appeared and ran away.
The young man ran all the way, and his physical strength at this moment was certainly not as good as that of him who had repaired all the way.
He watched helplessly as this shameless villain ran onto the ice field and planted a flag, and couldn't help but let out an angry and unwilling roar.
But then, the young man discovered that the man was obviously the first to plant the flag on the ice field, but his eyes were staring blankly ahead, and there was no joy at all on his face.
The young man ran up behind him and was about to scold him and fight him, but soon, he also fell silent.
There was a thick layer of snow on the ice field in front of them, and on the snow, there was a row of extremely eye-catching footprints. The footprints were right in front of them, extending all the way, as straight as a row of neatly inserted footprints. of seedlings.
"This... what is this?" He put his hand into the snow, touched the footprints, and then waved his arms, trying to erase them: "Whose footprints are these... I was obviously the one who came here first, why? Maybe someone arrived before me? Who is this? Why doesn’t he plant his own flag?!”
The man roared like crazy and kept reaching out, desperately trying to wipe away the footprints on the snowy field.
The young man behind him who had been plotted calmed down. He looked at the spreading traces and said, "These must be the footprints of the devil. The end of this ice sheet may not be heaven, but purgatory where the devil lives. "
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(Thank you to the book friend Wang Xuanzi for the reward!! Thank you to the book friend for your strong support! Mmm)