(Sorry, there is an important dinner tonight, I can't push it, I really wrote less today, hand it over.)
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Smash the temple!
Hearing Wang Shisanlang's trembling voice, Fan Xian, who was lying on Wuzhu's back, couldn't help but shudder. He looked at the two partners not far in front of him, but couldn't say anything.
He knew that Thirteen Lang was telling the truth, because Haitang and Thirteen Lang's pale complexions and unusually complicated eyes revealed everything—there was nothing in this world that could make these two frightened like a quail. Not many.
Fan Xian coughed violently twice, but couldn't make a sound. He only felt his scalp was a little numb, and his hairs were piercing his head like needles. There was an unstoppable pain and fear.
Naturally, he wasn't afraid that after the temple was smashed, the old man who had condensed light spots would immediately kill himself with a weapon of mass destruction—it was just a ruined temple with a lecturer, and he would just smash it, what was he afraid of? ? What he was worried about was the person in front of him. He was worried that Wu Zhu would remember his duty as a temple guard after hearing the news that the temple had been smashed.
But Fan Xian changed his mind in an instant. When the temple was smashed, Uncle Wuzhu must have known what was going on inside, but he hadn't moved before, so he might not move now, right? He was making extravagant hopes in his heart, because he is now extremely fragile physically and mentally, and he can no longer deal with it harshly. It took him a whole day and night, and finally fighting with his life, to shake that With a cold heart under a black cloth, he persuaded Wu Zhu to leave with him. If something happened again at this time, he might even want to die!
Of course, Fan Xian would not blame Haitang and Shisanlang Wang. He knew that the two partners saw him dying and couldn't bear to see him die. That's why they made such an extremely bold move, and maybe it was because of The temple was smashed, and Uncle Wuzhu lacked a spiritual shackle, so he changed from a statue to a living person
Thinking of this, he felt even more grateful to Haitang and Thirteenth Wang, because he knew that these two were not himself, and possessed the knowledge and insights of the previous life. In their hearts, especially in Haitang's heart, She had dedicated her whole life to serving the temple, but now she even smashed the temple for herself!
Several thoughts flashed through Fan Xian's mind like a stream of light, and he nervously watched Uncle Wu Zhu's thin and stable shoulders in front of him.
Wuzhu didn't move.
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When Fan Xian was coughing up blood and trying to wake up Wu Zhu, Haitang and Wang Shisanlang opened the door of the temple and floated in. At that time, Fan Xian focused all his attention on Wu Zhu in front of him, He didn't pay attention at all, and Wu Zhu seemed to ignore it because of some emotional ups and downs.
So Haitang and Wang Shisanlang went in and smashed it, and came out after smashing it, like thugs who ransacked their homes, but at this moment their bodies were still trembling, and the paleness on their faces did not improve at all, because how could they It never occurred to me that not only would I be able to visit the temple in this life, but I would also be able to smash the things in the temple into a mess!
In the eyes of the world, how lofty and illusory is the status of the temple, and they have seen that immortal floating in mid-air a few days ago, they are not like Fan Xian, who dare to face that kind of immortal It is disrespectful to existence beyond the imagination of human beings, and they never expected that they could defeat the immortals!
So when they entered the temple, they believed in their own death. They just wanted to disturb the gods of the temple, so that Fan Xian could find a chance to rescue the blind master, but who knew...they could do it so easily Smash the temple!
The fairy stared in the air, Haitang and Wang Shisanlang thought they were blind, and didn't look at it at all, because they didn't dare to look. The fairy's voice rang in their ears, they thought they were deaf, and didn't listen at all, because they didn't dare to listen, so they trembled like this, thinking that they would die, went in and smashed it randomly, and as a result... the fairy disappeared just like that .
The most wonderful and unbelievable thing in the world was this, so that Haitang and Shisanlang Wang still couldn't believe what they had experienced in the temple when they stood trembling outside the temple gate.
Uncle Wu Zhu didn't move, Fan Xian relaxed his mood a little, looked at the two idiots in front of him stupidly, thinking that the world is really unclear, after a while he moistened his throat with saliva, When he felt that he could speak, he said hoarsely, "You guys are really strong."
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There is cold snow floating on the desolate snow field, the sky is so gray that it is difficult to tell whether it is day or night, only the endless wind and snow rolls between the ice field and snow hills, blocking most of the light, and there is a dead silence Among them, occasionally there were a few not-so-loud dog barks, which awakened the tens of thousands of years of silence in this extreme northern snowfield.
Several sleds were heading south with difficulty against the wind and snow. On the front sled stood a young man holding a wooden stick, facing the wind and snow, squinting his eyes and watching the direction. The second sleigh is very tightly arranged, with a snow awning in front of it. On the sled, a pale young man is half lying in the arms of a girl, but the girl is covered in fur and cannot see How does it look like.
At the back of the sled team, a boy in common clothes, with a black cloth over his eyes, followed at a short distance. The sled was pulled by the sled dogs, and the walking was not slow, but the blind boy walked steadily. , It seems unhappy, but in fact it has not been pulled down.
Fan Xian turned his neck slightly, and glanced back at the back of the team. Uncle Wu Zhu, who was walking step by step in the ice and snow, had a hint of sadness and disappointment in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, closed his eyes again, and began to rely on The vitality filled with wind and snow between heaven and earth healed the wounds in his body.
Most of the dozens of snow dogs died during this difficult journey, leaving only eleven headed by Ah Da and Ah Er. These snow dogs probably have never been to such a north and cold place in their life. Their instincts made them a little panicky, so under Wang Shisanlang's suppression, they still couldn't stop barking at the gray sky a few times. Fortunately, this was the second time on this road. I don't know if these snow dogs will be frightened by the eternal ice and snow and the lifeless world.
After coming down from the snow-capped mountain, Wu Zhu remained indifferent and silent, but followed Fan Xian's team from a distance, without saying a word, he still didn't remember anything, or it should be said, he didn't know anything, he just A cold body, but because of the light in the soul, it went down the snow mountain, left the temple, and began to walk south with the sled team—if Wu Zhu had a soul at this time.
So Fan Xian was sad and disappointed. He didn't know how long this situation would last. He didn't know if Uncle Wu Zhu would wake up. If he really couldn't wake up, this Wu Zhu was still not that Wu Zhu.
A snowflake was blown by the strong wind in the air, and floated into the sled along a strange curve, covering Fan Xian's eyes. But he opened his eyes, looked at her and smiled slightly.
There was a trace of inexplicable in the gentle smile, Haitang avoided her gaze, and looked at Wang Shisanlang standing in front of him in the snow, but her face blushed a little. It has been several years today, and she has rarely shown such a little daughter's attitude in front of Fan Xian, but this time she went deep into the extreme northern snowfield and visited the temple, and she experienced something that ordinary people have never experienced in generations. , Begonia Blossoming's heart is no longer what it used to be.
Seeing her avoiding his eyes, Fan Xian's smile did not fade, but he felt warm in his heart. The fact that the temple was smashed had the greatest impact on his mood, because he knew that Hai Tang and Wang Shisanlang went to the hospital with the intention of dying. Yes, the most important thing is that these two people must suppress their natural admiration and fear of the temple. This kind of friendship is rare in the world.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze traveled through the wind and snow, and landed on the big snow mountain far behind him. According to theory, that big snow mountain should have been invisible for a long time, but he always felt that the snow mountain was there, and the temple was right there. over there.
The day before yesterday in the snow-capped mountains, Fan Xian finally entered the temple again, and saw the messy appearance of the temple. His mood was extremely complicated, and he also had some faint thoughts of sadness and pity. After all, it was the last time in his world. If it is really destroyed in my own hands like this...
Fortunately, it was not beyond Fan Xian's expectation. Those spots of light condensed again, and the old man of the temple with a gentle tone but no emotion reappeared. Perhaps the temple had judged that the first and last messenger in the temple had left. I lost control, so I didn't say any nonsense about clearing the target again.
Even Fan Xian didn't find the temple, or where the last military center was. Haitang and Thirteenth Wang probably just destroyed some auxiliary facilities.
In the temple, Fan Xian had a final conversation with the old man. As for the content of the conversation, only Fan Xian knew. After this conversation, Fan Xian resolutely left the temple. The old man stayed alone in the snow mountain.
Keep you for the rest of your life, and you will be able to survive the temple's own perception, and I will die alone!
This is Fan Xian's revenge on the temple, because he believes that in such a world of ice and snow, without material support, it is impossible for the temple to spawn any demon moths, and if it really has this ability, it will not just sit and watch The envoys in the temple died one by one, and there was nothing they could do.
Besides, there are still five bamboos in the world.
Fan Xian smiled slightly, looking at the blind uncle walking in the snow at the back of the team, his mood was extremely complicated. Uncle Wu Zhu was rescued, but what would he face once he returned to the south? At this time, he was already fearless, but only a little emotionally sentimental. (, If you want to know what happens next, please log in, there are more chapters, support the author, support the original!)