Chapter 3100: season finale

At almost the same moment, ten miles away from Wall Castle, a small church that can only accommodate a dozen people, the dark wooden door opened silently.
A middle-aged man in a white robe walked out, holding a Bible in his left hand and a cross in his right.
With a charitable look, harmless to humans and animals, it is Haman, the Vatican's boss.
"Gah—"
Haman closed the wooden door of the church, and was about to turn around and walk towards the only way to Wall Castle, but suddenly all his movements stopped.
In his field of vision, under a lamppost at the door, stood a monk in gray, with the same charity and harmless expression.
The thin-looking monk in grey clothes was motionless, unspeakably peaceful and natural, as if it merged with the night, the cold wind, and the lamp post.
Harman was taken aback for a moment, and then he said softly: "Long time no see."
The grey-clothed monk smiled lightly: "Long time no see."
Haman glanced at Wall Castle, then recovered his calm, and smiled at the grey-clothed monk:
"I heard that you have been traveling around. For many years, the dragon hasn't seen its tail, but it's all in the Eastern Hemisphere. Why did you come here?"
He held the cross in his right hand and seemed to feel the power of the Lord.
"They said that the moon in foreign countries is rounder, I don't believe it, so I came out to take a look..."
The grey-clothed monk raised his head and looked at the dark sky: "I waited all night, but I didn't see anything..."
Haman didn't respond to his words, but his eyes became sharper:
"Back then, in the East and West worlds fighting law and martial arts, I lost half of your money. If we talk about superiority again tonight, you say, who will win?"
While speaking, he slid his fingers across the "Bible", but the outside light locked the gray-clothed monk tightly, capturing any reaction from him.
"It is rumored that you have taken time to learn from the old ghosts every year, and traveled around the world to find martial arts talents, and then use them as whetstones."
The grey-clothed monk sighed softly: "These years, the masters who have died in your hands, there are no one hundred and eighty."
"Presumably you were a small-rank ten, now you should be a high-rank ten? I feel that you are not far from the peak."
He sighed with emotion: "It's not easy, it's not easy."
"Yes, I'm almost at the top of Rank Ten."
Harman confessed his strength very happily, and then glanced at Wall Castle: "As long as there is another sharpening stone, it will definitely be the top ten."
"Then settle for another three to five years, and it will be the Great Perfection that countless warriors dream of."
Dzogchen, the ultimate of martial arts, is also the best end of martial arts.
There was undisguised heat on Haman's face, and then he stared sharply at the gray-clothed monk: "You said, let's fight, who will live and who will die?"
As he spoke, his figure flashed, and he bullied the grey-clothed monk directly with sharp eyes.
"boom--"
The grey-clothed monk knocked him into the air with a palm: "I'm sorry, I have reached great perfection..."
One month later, Tiandu Dashan, Miaowangzhai, Bamboo House.
Miao Tiannu, Lin Chenxue and Di Kuangtian were surrounded by a bonfire, with a touch of sadness on their faces, as if they had encountered something difficult to overcome.
Canshou could not help but ask: "Ye Shao has been in a coma for a month, why hasn't he woken up yet?"
King Miao sighed softly: "In the Battle of Wall Castle, he was extremely injured and consumed the power of temporary breakthroughs. The whole person is even weaker."
"It feels like exhaustion after sprinting with all my strength in the last 50 meters in a long-distance race."
He added: "So Shao Ye needs a good rest..."
Han Qinhu also said: "But he slept for a month, so he won't wake up, it makes people feel flustered."
"King Miao, everyone is yours, just tell the truth."
Lin Chenxue exhaled a long breath, and then looked around at everyone: "In fact, Ye Shao fell into a coma, there are two reasons."
"One is that his body is overdrawn and needs to be recovered."
"Secondly, he fell into a dream and couldn't get out."
Lin Chenxue smiled bitterly: "This month, he seems to be lying on the bed, but in his dreams, he may be running around every day."
Tian Mo was surprised and lost his voice: "Isn't it returning to his nightmare on the island again? That's endless dreams."
He looked at Zhulou very worried, worried that Ye Tianlong kept doing this dream.
Mai squeezed out a sentence: "The dreams are endless and it doesn't matter. I am afraid that there will be too many nightmares, and he will be seriously hurt psychologically."
Lin Chenxue smiled and took the topic: "I don't know what dreams are, but even if it is an isolated island nightmare, you don't have to worry."
"Because he is already a top ten, not only in reality, but also super powerful in dreams."
"It was estimated that he had to avoid the zombies in the dream, now it is estimated that he has washed the zombies in blood."
"Facts have proved that in this month, Ye Shao's expression and brain waves did not fluctuate too much, let alone panic and anxiety."
"So he was not psychologically tortured..."
Lin Chenxue rubbed his head: "I have a headache now, I don't know how to wake him up..."
Han Qinhu said in a low voice, "Would you like to beat me up?"
Miao Tiannu didn't get angry and said, "He is in a coma now, not sleeping, you just slaughtered it with one knife, and he didn't respond."
"Seductive, seductive!"
Han Qinhu patted his thigh again: "Ye Shao likes beautiful women, and President Lin sacrificed her hue. It's probably a show."
Lin Chenxue glared at him: "The dog can't spit out ivory..." Then her pretty face turned red: "This method is useless."
She did not go on, obviously she had already used the beauty trick.
"Mr. Lin, King Miao, Madam Feng, they are here..."
At this moment, a Miao man ran over and shouted respectfully: "Uncle Sansao sent her here."
Lin Chenxue and the others were taken aback: "Mrs. Feng?"
Although they knew that Mrs. Feng had a lot of friendship with Ye Tianlong, they didn't expect that she would come back all the way to visit Ye Tianlong.
Lin Chenxue stretched out her hand to one side: "Please, please."
Miao Tiannu was also overjoyed and hadn't seen Wei Weiwei for a long time.
Half an hour later, the uncle Sanjia protected Madam Feng and they appeared.
Mrs. Feng is wearing a windbreaker, with long hair wrapped around her head, as cold and proud as ever.
Wei Weiwei followed her, holding a pink baby in her arms, with a pretty face, full of peace and happiness.
"Godfather!"
Wei Weiwei saw Miao Tiannu yelling, and then plunged into his arms.
Lin Chenxue stepped forward and looked at Madam Feng with a smile: "Mrs. Feng, I'm interested."
Mrs. Feng seemed to know Lin Chenxue and their plight, and smiled: "I'll try to wake up Tianlong..."
Lin Chenxue and the others didn't talk nonsense, and directly led Mrs. Feng into the bamboo building, and then they turned away wittyly.
Looking at Ye Tianlong who was sleeping on the bamboo bed, Madam Feng's eyes softened, her pretty face was indescribably complicated, she said it was good, but she still wanted to see.
Afterwards, she withdrew her thoughts, held her baby forward, and then sat down on Ye Tianlong's bed.
"Dragon!"
Madam Feng leaned on Ye Tianlong's shoulder, smiling like a flower: "I took my son to see you..."
"Oh-"
The baby was lying on Ye Tianlong, dancing with his hands, grabbing Ye Tianlong's face from time to time, not crying but laughing, the laughter was very clear and soft.
Madam Feng pressed Ye Tianlong's ear and said softly: "This is my son and your son."
son?
Ye Tianlong moved slightly, opened his eyes, and it was the smiling face of a baby, innocent, clean, like an angel...
A new life is here.