Smash the temple!
Hearing what Wang Shisanlang said with a 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. Come.
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 the hairs were piercing his head like needles. There was a burst of uncontrollable 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 both physically and mentally, and he can no longer deal with it harshly. It took him a whole day and night, and finally, he was able to shake him with his life. 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 Shisanlang Wang, because he knew that these two were not himself, and possessed the knowledge and insight 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 Xuan Guang, and he stared nervously at 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 a few days ago they had seen that immortal floating in mid-air, they were not like Fan Xian, who dared to face that kind of immortal The existence of human imagination is disrespectful, and they never expected that they could defeat the immortals!
So when they entered the temple, they had the belief that they must die. They just wanted to disturb the gods of the temple gods, so that Fan Xian could find a chance to rescue the blind master. But who knew...they smashed the temple so easily!
The fairy was condensed in the air, Haitang and Shisanlang Wang 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 Listen, trembling like this, thinking that he must die, went in and smashed it randomly, and as a result... that fairy just disappeared like that.
The most wonderful and unbelievable thing in the world is this, so that when Haitang and Thirteen Lang stood outside the temple trembling, they still couldn't believe their previous experience in the temple.
Uncle Wu Zhu didn't move, Fan Xian relaxed his mood a little bit, looked at the two idiots in front of him stupidly, thinking that the world was a little unclear, after a while he moistened his throat with saliva, feeling When 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 was very tightly arranged, with snow curtains set up in front to block the wind and snow. On the sled, a pale young man was half lying in the arms of a girl, but the girl was covered in leather jackets and could not see. How does it look like.
At the rear of the sled team, a young man 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 young man 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 Er 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 is the second time they have walked this road, otherwise I really don't know if these snow dogs will be too scared to move 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 descended the snow mountain, left the temple, and began to walk south with the sleigh 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 hint of inexplicable in the gentle smile, Haitang avoided her gaze, and looked at Wang Shisanlang standing in the snow in front of her, but her face blushed a little. It has been several years today, and she has rarely shown such a young girl's attitude in front of Fan Xian, but this time she went deep into the extreme northern snowfield and visited the temple, and experienced things 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 biggest impact on his mood, because he knew that Haitang and Wang Shisanlang went there with the intention of dying, and the most important thing was that these two people had to suppress their natural hatred for the temple. This kind of friendship is rare in the world.
His eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze traveled through the wind and snow, and landed on the snow-capped mountain far behind him. According to theory, the big snow mountain should have been invisible, but he always felt that the snow mountain was there, and the temple was there.
The day before yesterday in the snow-capped mountains, Fan Xian finally entered the temple again. He also 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. Remains, 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 out where the temple was, or the center of the last military museum. Hai Tang and Wang Shisanlang probably only 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 wait until the temple itself can survive the perception, I will kill you 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 make any monsters, and if it really has this ability, it will not sit idly by. I watched the envoys in the temple die one by one, but there was nothing I 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 once he returned south, what would he face? At this time, he was already fearless, but only a little emotionally sentimental.