Vol 10 Chapter 1637: Even if it ’s dead, it ’s worth it [Wang Wen, 6 million words, please kill]

The young man still poured wine into his mouth bit by bit. He seemed to be full of feelings. He was drinking the antidote to relieve the mind, but when he drank it, the more the mind was, and the more the sorrow.
Jian Xingkong held the young man's hand and said, "Are you worth it?"
"It's worth it." The young man shouted, "It's worth it even if you die."
"You forgot your responsibilities?" Jianxing Kongdao said: "The future of our entire Demon Realm."
"He hasn't forgotten, he can't forget." At this time, there was a voice outside Sifangzhai.
It was Sun Jian who spoke.
Sun Jiandao: "He cannot abandon his responsibilities, and we do not allow him to abandon his responsibilities."
Jianxing Kongdao said: "Who are you? Do you know who he is? Dare to talk to him like this?"
"I am Sun Jian." Sun Jiandao said: "Of course I know who he is. He is the young master of our demon cult. His name is Feng Duan."
Feng Duan had stood up, his face was very red, it was alcohol, he used his alcoholic voice, said: "Are you arguing enough? Give me out."
But Jian Xing didn't leave, and Sun Jian didn't leave either.
The teenager had already said, "If they don't leave, we will change places to drink."
"Who are you?" Jian Xing said coldly: "You try it out."
"Who am I?" Said the teenager: "I am Xiaojun. You are such a strange person. Why don't you let us go if you don't leave?"
Feng Duan had already pulled Xiaojun, pointing at Jianxing Kongdao: "Now, we are going to leave, you stop and try."
If two people get together and are happy, they are suddenly disappointed, and the mood will be very unhappy.
If you do n’t know each other, maybe you will fight. Ordinary friends will definitely quarrel. Only those very good friends will be good.
Just because those very good friends, what they say, and what they do are for your own good, if you are angry with them, then you must be a fool.
Therefore, after Jian Xingkong swept away Feng Duan's Jiu Xing, Feng Duan had to choose to leave here and change to a quiet place.
Because he felt that he was no longer worthy of the sword, so he only wanted to live his own life.
He still remembers that day, that night, he was completely intertwined with Chen Xiang, dedicated himself, that night was so beautiful, but the next day was like a nightmare, Chen Xiang suddenly left him, leaving only a paper crane .
"I'm not a good woman, and I don't deserve to be your wife. I know you are the young master of the demon cult, but I still can't help it. I think we are together like a crime."
"You paid too much to me, and I, what did you pay? Nothing was paid, you got all your love."
"Either way, you are a man standing upright. Your world should be wider and your ambitions should be higher. And I, just a female disciple with three spectacles, you don't need to come to me again."
"My heart is dead, I just want to practice monks now."
This is all the words that Dianxiang left in the paper crane, as if it were still resounding in the wind-breaking ear like a wind, he will never forget, they are together bit by bit, how is this situation so easy to break?
He chose to be drunk.
Where is drunk, Tianya Road.
The rising sun, the maple leaf residual forest, that lone figure.
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Late at night, the full moon is like a disk. Today is September 16. Although the moon does not have a fifteen circle, it is also like a disk.
The water was clear and cold. The wind stooped down, washed his face, and hissed loudly. Without looking up, he saw the moon, as if the moon was still moving.
He threw out the hip flask in his hand. With a "bang" sound, the hip flask seemed to hit the moon. Was the sound of the "dong" hitting the moon?
Of course not, what he saw was the reflection of the moon in the water, and the sound of "dong" was naturally the sound of the hip flask falling into the water.
No matter who it is, they won't like to drink alone. But no matter who is drinking, he doesn't care who he is drinking with, because they are all drunk. When they get drunk, they also like to brag a few words.
Xiaojun squatted by the lake, and he saw a moon, which is also the moon in the lake.
Moon is the brightest in the night. The month is the same month, and it has been this month since ancient times. The moon is ancient and illuminates the road at night.
In ancient legends, the story of Chang'e flying to the moon has enchanted and admired many people.
Whether it is now, or in the countless years to come, there will still be many people fantasizing, it is the beautiful Chang'e fairy who flew to the moon alone.
Xiaojun said with a sullen face: "You see there is a moon, how about we get it?"
Feng Duan smiled slowly and said: "Okay, maybe there is a beautiful Chang'e Fairy above."
Xiaojun sighed and said, "I don't want Chang'e, I just hope there is no Wu Gang on it."
Xiaojun smiled again, ran out, and stepped into the lake in one step.
He said, "Hurry up."
Feng Duan said: "You are waiting."
After that, he jumped into the lake at once.
August, 16, Mid-Autumn Festival is over, and the month is missing.
What about people?
People have broken their bowels.
From this place, Moonlight definitely has no glory of swords, all kinds of swords fly in the sky, and there is a person standing above each sword, making this place look like a lively gathering.
This three wonders that had already been regarded as a fairyland outside the world, at this moment, also looked a bit like a crowded clubhouse.
Regrettably, there are sword lights in the sky, there are people, but none of them speak.
Pan Chen was in the room of regret.
The house of regret is on the most remote part of San Pei, like the tail of San Pei, which can be ignored.
Chen Xiang sat on the ground with her head down, looking a little frightened, as if waiting for the arrival of terrible things.
There are many ideas echoed in her mind:
"Should I go to the wind and tell him the news?"
"Can I abandon everything here?"
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"Why didn't Feng Du come to me? Where is he now?"
Pan Chen was looking at Chen Xiang, he was looking at this woman, this poor woman, her figure is commendable, shrugging her chest, long legs, no matter who looked at her, would never say she looked ugly.
Chen Xiang is seven feet and three inches tall. This height is already very high among women.
With just one point, dust fragrance has made many people envious.
What makes her more proud is San Pei. People in Xiandao world envy her. They all envy her as the only female disciple of San Pei, and the most precious female disciple.
She is confident that her Taoism is in Xiandao Realm, which must be much higher than many people.
She stepped on the dance and there was absolutely nothing in the world. As long as she saw her dance, many people would hardly forget it.
But now, she is sitting on the ground, her head down, her body shaking as if she is afraid? afraid of what?
Where was the once proud dusty fragrance now?
So Pan Chen only asked faintly: "How are you doing? Is your body okay?"
"It's okay." Chen Xiang said: "At least it's still pretty good."
"Very good?" Pan Chen said: "How good is it?"
"better than before."
"Before? Was it bad because you had no children in your stomach before?"
Every young girl dreams of unfailing love in their hearts, but they do n’t know that it will take courage to die.
The wind has stopped, the maple leaves lie quietly on the ground, the sky is darker, no matter when, it is not as dark as it is now.
At that moment, all the sword lights in the sky seemed to disappear at the same time, and then there was a boundless darkness. This is how the night came.
But this time it was different. Even the moonlight, swordlight, and firelight were darkened at this moment.
It seems as if there is an unpredictable power in the sky, and that power seems to operate everything in the world.
"They're here." One person flew in the air, and behind him all the disciples of the three spectacles, of course, were common causes.
He looked coldly at the front, still dark, and suddenly made a voice: "I don't know which king came today."
There was a voice in the darkness: "In the depths of the nether world, the seven-yin sacred mountain, the Supreme Heavenly King, came to the world."
Because the face did not change color, Suddenly his body shook suddenly, and a strange radiance was released from his body from the outside. The radiance seemed to make people calm, and a "Tao" appeared before him slowly.
With a flick of the finger, the seal of the word "Dao" rushed into the long sky.
Suyin smiled and said: "I want to be the" fat living Buddha "among the six heavenly kings, and this is the living Buddha cassock."
A big hole suddenly appeared in the darkness, and a figure walked out slowly. It was actually a very fat fat man, but he was a bald head with a string of beads on his neck. The man was folded his hands together and said: , I have n’t seen you for many years.
"One another, each other." Vulgar was very polite at first, but then he turned around and said, "What are you trying to do with my three spectacles this time?"
Fat Living Buddha said: "I want something."
As the saying goes: "Where do you think of our three spectacles? What do you want, what do you want?"
Fat Living Buddha said: "Such things, you must give, if you don't give ..."
As the common sense seemed to have heard the unremarkable meaning of his words, he laughed wildly: "How dare you, such a magic, dare to be so presumptuous, is it true that when we are right, no one can fail?"
The fat living Buddha suddenly backed away, and then the big hole disappeared, and there was a long darkness around it, and then there was a voice: "In this case, then I really want to see your sword airway."
Vulgar whispered "rise" at that moment, at that moment, all the flying swords rang in unison, and that whisper was like a drinking order for a soldier of ten thousand swords, which made all swords submit to him.
Immediately afterwards, Dao Qinghui came out of thin air, but they all turned into countless "Dao" character seals. Each "Dao" word seal was brilliant and full of extraordinary mana.
This is precisely the vulgar seal with the sword qi condensed by the vulgar, the sword embodies the seal, and the seal becomes the Tao. Isn't this the sword Qi Dao?
When the vulgar hand waved, all the "Dao" characters were printed, one by one, rushing towards the sky. It is like a seal of law and a flying sword.
At this moment, the long sky seems to be pulling something, the situation is surging and the world is quiet.
"Guru Guru" a series of sounds, but seeing the dark mist of the sky, suddenly the smoke disappeared at that moment, the moon reappeared, and the glories appeared, but there were ten more people under the moon. The front is still the bald monk. There was a red cassock on the body, and there were a few more holes in the cassock.
The common cause knows that the cassock on his body is or is not a cassock. It is a fairy-level magic weapon. Only such a cassock can cover the sky and the moon. After the Tao, the magic weapon has no great effect on them.
Suyin looked at another person, that is a big man, wearing a gray suit, as if he had blocked his muscles, but the strong mana in his body could not be blocked. Suyin already vaguely guessed who this person was.
Dahan Dao said: "The vulgarity is due to the long way. We are here today, just to ask for something for you. As long as you give it, we will leave immediately."
The vulgar cause does not know what they want, because no matter what they want, the vulgar cause will not give, even if it is a grass of the three spectacles, he will not give it.
Because he is such a person, he will never succumb, even if it is dead, he will not abandon his dignity. So he can practice so far, so he can transform the Tao and become the master of the three-peer view.
Qu Yuan and Gou Jian are such people, so they can work hard in difficulties and rise up in the world.
Li Shimin and Zhu Di are also such people, so they can ascend to the supreme throne from forbearance to the end.
Behind success is often cruel, ruthless and cold-blooded.
A long time ago, someone defined success as: fame, power, wealth, beauty.
Of course there are others.
But no matter who succeeds, the success may be the same in the end, that is, no matter how successful they are, but in the end, they tend to be dull.
The easiest thing in the world to make people quiet is only a bland life.
Plain life can make people forget the hustle and bustle of the world, and people can forget the pain of Hong Chen.
"Bringing array." Vulgar crowed coldly, flying sleeves flipped, three seals of law, came out in the air, just like three sword lights, all flying like a fat living Buddha, but this is a sword gasification seal.
The sword light is swift, the sword is roaring, if the fat living Buddha is stabbed, he will be stabbed into a hedgehog immediately.
Although the popular shot was quick, the Fat Living Buddha had already guarded against this hand, and in the light of laughter, the figure jumped and had been avoided.
Just listening to the sound of "Shoot Swoosh", the three sword Qiyin flew back again, and the disciples of Sanjue audience couldn't help but cheer.
But the fat living Buddha still folded his hands together and said softly: "I just want something, why is it so common for the ruler."
Sword qi printed at the flying place, the fat living Buddha flickered and hid.
The big man standing on the side suddenly flew up, his hands shone coldly, and he said in a deep voice in his mouth: "Anyway, I will convince you." ..