A self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of Wang Zhice's lips, and his eyes were a little sad.
On the night when Xuelao City was first breached, right after the crisis of the invasion of the Holy Light Continent was resolved, he had to face the siege of the four human sanctuary powerhouses.
"It's a sad thing from your point of view, and it's also from my point of view."
Chen Changsheng said: "I have read your notes, and there are many books related to you. I really hope that I don't see you tonight. Then you will still be a legend in my heart."
Wang Zhice let go of the black robe, walked down the steps, looked at everyone and said calmly, "Sorry."
The tense atmosphere was suddenly interrupted by a voice.
"I said... can you respect me a little bit? This is my home."
The Demon Lord took two steps forward and said, "Shouldn't I be the protagonist of tonight's tragedy?"
Thinking about those letters, Tang Thirty-Six said with a smile: "Tragedies often come from awkwardness. You are still young, so you are not awkward."
"I take that as a compliment."
Mojun looked at him and said seriously, then turned to look at the black robe, and said sincerely: "Are you really going to leave with this man?"
Heipao lowered his head slightly, with a sad smile on his lips. Although his face was a strange blue color, he still had a strange beauty.
The Mojun's eyes became hot, and he said, "I won't let you go!"
There was no reason for the wind to rise, Wang Zhice didn't know what to do, so he returned to the stage and strangled the demon king by the throat.
A magic weapon fell under the Demon Lord's feet and was smashed to pieces.
Just now he aimed this magic weapon at the black robe, but before he could fire it, he was restrained by Wang Zhice.
The devil's face was flushed, and he was almost out of breath, but he kept laughing.
Wang Zhice slowly let go of his hand, and his face became a little pale.
The black robe fell to the ground, already dead.
A seemingly ordinary sword pierced through her body, directly destroying her Nether House.
The one holding the sword is a man in Tsing Yi.
The man in Tsing Yi has been hiding in the shadow of the demon lord, until he found the previous opportunity before he violently attacked.
Even with the help of the demon king, even if Wang Zhice's attention is on Wang Po and others, and he can kill people in front of Wang Zhice, the man in Tsing Yi is certainly not an ordinary assassin.
He is the number one assassin in the world, Liu Qing.
Chen Changsheng and Wang Po looked at each other.
The three people in the wind and rain in Xunyang City were all present.
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The black robe died just like that.
Wang Zhice stood quietly in front of her, not knowing what he was thinking.
In the end, he didn't make a move.
He picked up the black robe's body, walked out of the demon hall, and disappeared soon after.
Tang Thirty-Six said to the Demon Lord, "Thank you."
The devil said: "I said that I love her, there is no way to be born in the same year, the same month, and the same day, at least I have to die in the same year, the same month, and the same day."
Tang Thirty-Six said: "I can't stand you."
The Demon Lord smiled and said, "You don't have to take it anymore, goodbye."
Chen Changsheng said seriously: "Go."
Tang Thirty-Six got out of the wheelchair with some difficulty, and said to him, "Go slowly."
Walking into the night-like magic flame, the body of the demon king gradually turned into nothingness.
Until the last moment, he still had a smile on his face, a little satisfied, a little weird, and he didn't know what it meant.
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It was snowing, and the snowflakes were floating everywhere in the night sky.
Those shards of light are still floating in the night sky, like fireworks.
Wang Zhice left Xuelao City with his black robe in his arms.
Half of the city is fireworks, half of the city is snow.
On the snow hill in the distance, a black sheep is watching quietly.
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The night will eventually pass, and the dawn will surely come.
The rebel army was finally defeated and escaped from Kyoto. The Pingbei Battalion joined forces with the Habayashi Army and began to chase and kill them.
Xuanyuan Po handed over the command to the human army officer and stayed in the Orthodox Academy.
Fighting hard all night, even the half-sacred man suffered a lot of injuries, especially when he was besieged by the masters of the Tianhai family, a big gash was cut on his left shoulder, and the blood flowed like a waterfall, even he himself felt a little Strange, why at this time, I still don't feel dizzy.
Of course, those masters of the Tianhai family all died under his iron sword.
Thinking that many years ago, at the Ivy Banquet, he was beaten into a cripple by Tian Hai Ya'er, Xuanyuan Po couldn't help feeling a little emotional.
He knew that Tian Hai Ya'er died three years ago, and it is said that he died of depression.
Walking in the Orthodox Academy, feeling the awe-inspiring gazes from the teachers and students, Xuanyuan Po felt a little uncomfortable.
The teachers and students of the Orthodox Academy clearly regarded him as a stranger.
He is an old man of the Orthodox Academy, and he even seems to have a position.
The library building is much quieter. The low wall has been demolished, and the small building is still in its original state. Except for Su Moyu, no teachers and students can live in it.
Those rooms were reserved for Zhexiu, Tang Sanshiliu, Chen Changsheng and him.
There are many trees in front of the small building, and there are more big trees in the forest near the palace.
Xuanyuan Po had some nostalgia, but also some regrets.
In the past, he often bumped into trees in that forest, but now he dared not do so. Now if he bumped casually, no matter how thick the tree was, it would break.
Walking to the other side of the lake, Xuanyuan Po saw the building he was most familiar with - the kitchen.
The original kitchen was destroyed by Infinity Bi, and now this one was repaired later, but there is no difference.
Xuanyuan Po walked into the kitchen, looked at the pots and pans, thought of Chen Changsheng's request for less oil and less salt, and felt like a bird was about to fade out of his mouth, and then thought of the boiled blueberries he had eaten with Tang Thirty-Six many times. The lobster was poured with rice, and I felt that my saliva was about to drip out again.
There was no food in the kitchen, it seemed that no one used it normally, Xuanyuan Po felt a little regretful.
Before leaving, he looked at the neat pile of firewood in silence for a while, and inserted the iron sword into it.
Many years ago, when he was cooking here, he used to do this.
It's just that he didn't plan to take away the iron sword today, because he wanted to learn from Tang Thirty-Six and Chen Changsheng.
Decades or even hundreds of years later, a bullied freshman of the Orthodox Academy found the iron sword in the pyre. What will happen after that
Xuanyuan was looking forward to this very much.
After hearing this, Luoluo was also very interested and laughed.
Soon the laughter stopped, and she was not in a good mood.
Last night was very long. Firstly, the emperor's uncle turned into a sun, and then, the husband spoke to her in Xuelao City, telling her not to move around.
What happened in Xuelao City? Since the emperor's uncle is so powerful, what are we going to do in Kyoto
"Is there no point in what we're doing?"
She stood on the big banyan tree and looked at Xuanyuan Po and asked seriously.
Xuanyuan Po stood under the tree, worried that His Highness would fall, and said: "You haven't climbed this tree for more than ten years, be careful."
Luoluo made a grimace, skipped over a branch in a familiar way, walked to the front of the branch, and looked towards the lake.
The tree will grow, but not change shape much.
"The dean said that the process is more important than the purpose, so I think... of course it is meaningful for us to come to Kyoto."
Xuanyuan Po paused, and said: "Actually, I don't understand the meaning of this sentence."
"You are such a stupid bear."
Luo Luo said.
Xuanyuan Po thought to himself that if you were not His Highness but Tang Thirty-Six, then I would definitely not let you go.
Luoluo explained: "Mister's meaning is very simple, we are all mortal, the purpose is already determined, so of course the process is important."
Xuanyuan Po thought about it seriously, and said, "It does seem to make sense."
Looking at the lake, Luoluo found a very fat koi, but she didn't know if it was the one from before.
The fat koi gradually sank to the bottom of the lake.
Suddenly, it swung its tail and began to swim happily back to the lake surface, bringing up water splashes.
Luoluo laughed happily.
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Many days later, Chen Changsheng and his party returned to the capital.
Traces of the war can still be seen in the streets and alleys. There are many collapsed buildings. I heard that even the flower hall of the East Imperial General's Mansion collapsed. Fortunately, no one was injured.
The restaurants in Baihua Lane suffered heavy losses. After two autumn rains, there was still smoke coming out of nowhere.
Chen Changsheng didn't go back to the Li Palace first, but went directly to the Orthodox Academy.
I haven't seen you for a long time, but I miss you very much.
Just as Luoluo was about to throw herself into his arms, she suddenly felt something different about him, and her eyes widened.
Chen Changsheng nodded.
Luoluo let out a soft cry, and quickly covered her mouth, her eyes were full of surprise.
Chen Changsheng smiled and rubbed her head.
Luoluo tilted her head and squinted her eyes, like a little tiger, very cute.
Chen Changsheng withdrew his hand.
Luoluo was about to continue the action just now and throw herself into her husband's arms when she suddenly saw a touch of white clothes.
She quickly suppressed her smile, and said seriously: "I have seen Master."
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Xu Yourong came back, Tang Thirty-Six came back, Su Moyu, Chu Wenbin and other teachers and students also came back.
Of course, some people never come back.
Guan Feibai and Bai Cai didn't come to the capital to meet Gou Hanshi, they went straight back to Mount Li.
After seeing those urns, the Lishan disciples cried a lot, and then got drunk for three days.
Qijian was also very sad, because senior brother Liang Banhu died, but she didn't drink, because besides being sad, she was more worried.
Zhexiu didn't come back.
He didn't go back to Mount Li, nor did he go back to the Orthodox Academy, and the wolf tribe on the grassland had been looking for news about him.
No one knew where he was, or whether he was dead or alive.
Chen Changsheng looked at the closed door and said, "Back then he was able to escape from Zhou Prison alive, so he died like this for no reason."
Tang Thirty-Six said: "I also think he is still alive, because he still owes me a lot of money."
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Xuelao City has ushered in a severe winter, and the heavy snow like goose feathers keeps falling.
In the city, because the princes and nobles left enough supplies after their deaths, it was not bad, but life outside the city was very sad.
The human occupying army maintains the law and order in the city with strict laws, but they can't control so much outside the city. It only depends on whether there will be food assistance in the spring of next year.
There is a grassy slope in the north of the city, covered by thick snow, it is impossible to tell that this place was once a cemetery.
Only the occasional black stele showing the snow surface shows the former use of this place.
The snow suddenly moved and gradually swelled, and then the snow fell, revealing a person.
That person was wearing tattered clothes, and the skin exposed outside the clothes was a disgusting light blue color, exuding a strong smell of corpses, I really didn't know if it was a corpse or a living person.
If it wasn't for the extremely cold weather, I'm afraid the smell of corpses would spread far away.
The strange man picked up the snow, slowly scrubbed his blue body, then found a black robe from the grave under the snow, and covered his body.
The hood is lifted, which can block the wind and snow, and can also block the line of sight.
It can be vaguely seen that the strange man's eyes are very indifferent.
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