Waffled, he yelled at the never-moving Uncle Wu Zhu in front of him: "How could you forget me! Do you have amnesia and become addicted to you! Last time you at least remembered Ye Qing Mei, why did you forget me this time?"
The iron drill is close at hand, still at the critical point of the throat. Fan Xian trembled all over, his body stiffened, and fell into a deathly silence, because he had lost his voice and could no longer speak. His body trembled more and more violently, and the despair in his eyes had already turned into a flame of anger after a madman. He stared at the black cloth on Wu Zhu's face, a gloomy expression suddenly flashed across his face, and he rushed towards Wu Zhu!
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Fan Xian's body was already frozen stiff. Although he made a pounce, he actually fell straight towards Wu Zhu's position, and his throat hit the iron rod!
The tip of the iron rod retreated quickly, but Fan Xian still fell, and fell hard, so Wu Zhu had no choice but to retreat the iron rod in Wu Zhu's hand until there was no way out, so he had no choice but to let go, letting go. Fan Xian, who was frozen like a popsicle, fell in front of him.
Fan Xian stretched out a hand, and firmly grabbed the corner of Wu Zhu's cloth, the snow fell down. He stared at Wu Zhu's eyes, although he couldn't speak, but the ferocity and confidence in his eyes declared For one fact... you don't want to kill me!
You don't want to kill me, you can't kill me, because although you don't know who I am, you have me in your instinct, your living heart.
"Follow me!" Fan Xian, who had been speechless at first, suddenly lifted his spirits, and said quietly to Wu Zhu, who let go of the iron rod and lowered his head in thought.
With his desperate pounce, he finally pushed away the iron rod between himself and Wuzhu. The distance between the two worlds was so close that it couldn't be any closer. At this moment, Fan Xian made his request.
Wu Zhu was silent for a long time, with no expression on his face: "I don't know who you are."
"When you don't know when, follow your heart."
"What is a heart?"
"emotion?"
"Emotions are just a means for human beings to deceive and anesthetize themselves, and they can only be deceived for a while after all."
"Life is just a lot of moments, and one moment adds another... If you can lie for a moment, you can lie for a lifetime. If you can lie for a lifetime, how can it be considered a lie?"
"But I still don't know who you are, and I don't know who I am either."
"You don't need to know who I am, but if you want to know who you are, you have to follow me. I know you will be curious. Curiosity is only a human being. You are a human being... only people want to know what is on the other side of the mountain." , what is beyond the sea, what are the stars, and what is the sun."
"What's on the other side of the mountain?"
"You have to see it yourself. Since you want to know what is outside the temple, you have to follow me."
"Why are these conversations somewhat familiar... But I'm still a little unclear."
"Don't be at a loss. There is a flash of lightning, and a thunderbolt bursts from your eyes! Do whatever you think. If you can't think clearly for a while, just follow your heart and leave this temple that doesn't shit."
"But Temple..."
These conversations did not actually happen, at least Wuzhu and Fan Xian who was lying in the snow did not have such a conversation. In fact, after Fan Xian said those three words, the two just looked at each other, remained silent, and then Wuzhu bent down with great difficulty, picked up Fan Xian, and carried it on his back!
Just like the blind young servant carrying the little baby many years ago.
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Fan Xian felt the cold back in front of him, but felt that the back was extremely warm. The expression on his face was very indifferent, because his inner emotions could not be expressed with any expression. He wanted to cry, and he wanted to laugh. Knowing that Uncle Wu Zhu still doesn't remember anything, but he knows that Uncle Wu Zhu is willing to leave this ruined temple with him.
So he wanted to scream happily, but he couldn't make a sound. He wanted to cry, but he shrank into a ball from the cold, and could only cough desperately, coughing up blood non-stop.
Then Fan Xian saw Haitang and Wang Shisanlang, the two strongest young men in the world, but at this moment their complexions were pale and their eyes were slack, as if they had just experienced the most terrifying thing in the world, the most heart-pounding event. Yes, both of them were trembling all over, as if they were about to lose control of their fear.
What kind of things made Haitang and Shisanlang Wang look like this
Wang Shisanlang looked at the scene in front of him and knew that Fan Xian had won, but there seemed to be no joy on his face, only fear and a trace of remorse. He was trembling like Wu's second son, looking at Fan Xian said dryly, "We... smashed the temple."