Chapter 353: End of soul

According to the arrangement of King Tang, they should be on the ace of the ace, which has already been bought, and the two kings of the pin and the coward do not want to intervene too much.
The reason is naturally for his baby daughter Tang Xiaoxuan.
Which father can let his little cotton jacket be arched by a wild boy who doesn't know where to come from?
But knowing her daughter's temper knows that blindly suppressing only adds to her resentment and rebellion, and finally she is likely to push her to the embrace of the stinky boy.
Tang Wang, who is savvy and considerate, took this opportunity. He deliberately looked at the night and secretly invited him to participate in the competition. For this reason, he provided him with a huge sum of money. What he wanted was to let the night three produce an illusion that he had to fly.
When is the man most floating?
That is when it comes to success!
When he was in the "help" and went to the finals with little effort, he would have thought that the opponents of the finals would also release water to him and become the most embarrassing boy in the South.
Ha ha!
is it possible? !
Look at the current public opinion! Although his reputation will be affected a bit, when the night is in the finals, those bad words will become praise to him.
On the night of the night, you will taste the great pain of falling from the cloud to hell, and this is the trick that can destroy 99% of the world's men!
At that time, my baby daughter will also be a liar, a weak, arrogant and incompetent, only to cry on the man after the failure?
Humph!
Is it really easy to chase a child when he was a child? This is the wisdom of King Tang!
But now, Tang Xiaoxuan actually exchanged the results of the draw, and let the night three face the cowardly battle group earlier. Didn't this disturb his arrangement?
After all, the finals and the semi-finals are still a grade, and to destroy a man's mind, he has to let him fall from the top!

Don't the little girl know about our plan? Father, what do we do now?
Tang’s sister was strange and authentic.
Although he knows this plan of Tang Wang, he is completely incomprehensible with his brain and experience. He does not understand why the night is sent to the finals and people can let the young girl die for him.
But the words of the father are still to be heard. It is another matter to understand.
Tang Wang snorted and screamed at the guardian who was still on the ground.
"My plan is not to be accidental! You will go to the widowers group tonight, let them play tomorrow and admit defeat, remember to pretend like a little, let the stinky boy think that he is so great!"
"As for the ace of the squad, I don't care, but they can't beat it anyway, but there is a squad..."
Tang Wang paused, and suddenly a terrible momentum was emitted from the body, and the lights of the entire room, including the magic lights, were instantly destroyed!
He twisted the face that was half covered by darkness, and he said:
"Tell them, it's okay to hurt and kill, but if you kill the guy and make my baby sad, I will destroy their family! Remember?!"
If the night is more dead, then it is a tragic hero here in Tang Xiaoxuan. Maybe this life will bury a thorn in his heart, deeply in her heart, and will make their father-daughter relationship irreversibly deteriorate.
This is absolutely impossible for Tang Wang!
Tang Zhenmei was shocked by the sudden spurt of Tang Wang, and the guardian who had been silent for a while was calm and nodded hard:
"Yes! This is the case!"
The black shadow flashed, and there was already half a figure in place.
......
It is night, the people of the whole Wangcheng are discussing the daytime events, who is the hottest candidate to win the championship, and the nightwalker group suspected of leaving the back door will be miserable tomorrow.
Whether it is the Jiujin hook, or the downtown, all the people can't escape these topics, and the night is quietly sitting on the outskirts of the West Lake, there is only one Zhou Hong behind, quietly standing beside him.
Reaching out to pick up a piece of blood on the ground, throwing it away, and at night, he glanced at the brightly lit Wangcheng, and then smiled and threw the stone in his hand toward the lake.
Oh...
I saw that the stone hit a dozen waters on the lake, and finally got into the lake, like a lonely soul returning home, slowly settled to the bottom of the dark lake.
At night, the hands of the three hands, the lake suddenly floated hundreds of blue soul points, like a star, and like a light butterfly, slowly gathered in his hand.
These are the souls of the dead guys during the day's battles. At this moment, their comrades-in-arms have already rushed to the west, or continue to be drunk, or move forward.
The same is that no matter who the audience or their comrades are, no one cares about them at the moment. After all, they are dead and disappear in the world.
Only the night three, a dead soul, accompany them to the last journey.
"Is this the soul? It's pretty." Zhou Hong suddenly looked at the fingers of the night.
The night was even more embarrassing: "Can you see these souls?"
Zhou Hong nodded: "I couldn't see it before, but after a while, I found that I could see some blue light spots at night, the temperature is very low, so I can barely perceive it, but I Can judge some things that should be with fire attributes, right?"
The soul fire is also a fire, but it can also be felt by Zhou Hong. I don’t know if her poison of the undead is serious, or she is too strong.
"Life..."
Night three did not answer Zhou Hong's question ~ EbookFREE.me ~ but looked at the soul point floating on the finger.
"If the end of life is death, then is the end of the soul burned out and then dissipated in the world? The fire is at least gray, but these..."
"I think, the ash of the soul should be the memory they left in the minds of others? When no one in the world can remember them, that is the moment when they really disappear." Zhou Hong suddenly interface.
"This world is so eager for power and prestige, isn't it good for the world to live, and can you keep your name for a long time when you die?"
On the third night, I saw Zhou Hong with a more amazed look: "I don't think your understanding is quite deep, then what about you? Are you the same?"
Zhou Hong shrugged and asked: "You are doing a good night, and this world will only leave your bad name at most, so you are working so hard for the world now!!"
"The world?"
Nodded even more at night, but soon shook his head again.
He patted his and stood up, sucking all the wandering souls in one go, and the pupils were full of brilliance:
"The world is very important. The past is, now and in the future, but..."
"Take your reminder, I suddenly have a little interest in my past."
At night, I looked up at the stars:
"This world, no, in this starry sky, is there anyone in the world who remembers who I am?"
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