Nightfall Chapter 95: People are not as good as heaven

The bubbles on Sangsang’s fingertips are perfect, but they are not perfect circles. They have curves and unspeakable beauty, just like her bulging abdomen, seemingly fragile, but extremely strong, and it’s spatial. itself.

She has no expression on her face, but it is not indifferent but calm, as if the two cracks in the bubble and the things or the specified future of the bubble-like belly are constantly changing her.

On the edge of the cold snowy sea, a Taoist man in Tsing Yi appeared suddenly on the edge of the woods. He changed the trend of the wind and the temperature of the field. He is the strongest man in the world, with the most wisdom and profoundness. His eyes, but the magic is that there is a faint light in the yurt, but he ignores it.

Not just turning a blind eye, but really not seeing it. He could not see the oil lamp, could not see the heat of the snow chicken soup in the pot, could not see Sangsang by the window, because Sangsang did not want him Seeing that, with a move of heart, he separated the yurt on the seashore from the real person.

That is Haotian's world, even he can't observe it.

Chen stood quietly by the forest that had been frozen to death, watching the snow dancing like smoke on the surface of Atami, watching the footprints of the beasts gradually being covered by the wind and snow, although he did not see him What he wanted to see, but did not leave, because there was an intuition in the dark, she should be here that he was looking for.

Sangsang sat quietly by the window, the dim light of oil shining on her plump cheeks, her hands fell on her swollen abdomen motionless, she did not go to see him by the forest, did nothing, just No thoughts either.

This is the seventh time that Chen came to the cold snow sea to look for her. Every time he comes, he will be closer to her. I don’t know if he will see her face and approach her next time he comes. world.

The dark night in the north of late autumn was extremely long, as if it hadn't been interrupted, only at a certain moment the sun would show his face stingly, and Chen stood by the forest all night. His eyes were squinted by the reddish sunlight. He once again looked at the yurts and wooden houses around the snow sea, confirmed that there was no trace of her, and disappeared again.

In the corner of the yurt, the green lion lying on the fireside was motionless. Instinctively, it was terrified of the human being, especially when it saw the silence of the female host several times. Even more aware of the horror of the other party, the whole night, it dared not take a breath, let alone begging the owner to reward it with a chicken leg with its tail wagging.

Finally, the man left, the Lioness breathed a sigh of relief and stood up on all fours. Shaking her head to make Wei Ma’s body a little more alive, she was about to get close to Sangsang, but found that she still maintained the posture of last night, sitting quietly by the window, motionless, not thinking, as if she didn’t know Chen. XX is gone.

Shortly after the sun came out, it fell into the dark ocean again, and Sangsang looked at the cold world outside the window. Until the oil lamp burned out, that touch of Tsing Yi appeared again by the forest.

Sangsang is still sitting quietly.

Chen left again.

She still sits so quietly, not sleeping, eating, talking, thinking or not moving.

There is another cold wind that does not belong to nature, and the atmosphere of heaven and earth changes slightly. A scholar wearing a cotton-padded jacket appeared by the forest and looked towards Si Ye, as if looking for something.

He was covered with dust and haggard. He was extremely thin, and he hadn't rested for a long time, and the cold snow wind seemed to blow him down at any time.

Sangsang finally moved. She turned her head and moved her gaze from the smoky and snowy sea to the forest bank, and fell on the scholar, and there were some complicated emotions in her indifferent eyes.

She suddenly wanted to get out of the yurt—this world of her own. Because she felt that the scholar was trustworthy and trustworthy, but she was a little afraid and disgusted, so she did nothing in the end.

The day after the big brother left. The drinker finally arrived. The strong man who had experienced eternal night, the jug on his waist was swaying in the wind and snow, as if the drink inside had been drunk.

Sangsang didn't even glance at him, nor was he as silent and cautious as when Chen appeared.

Finally they are all gone.

Sangsang stood up by the window, walked to the fireside, and looked at the pot of chicken soup that had already been boiled, smelling the pungent paste, and was silent for a long time.

He didn't go home that night to let himself drink up the chicken soup so as not to spoil it.

That pot of chicken soup, did you drink it in the end?

Sangsang remembered the memo and gently stroked the bulging abdomen with her right hand. Suddenly she felt very lonely and wanted someone to accompany her. All this happened when she remembered that person.

This is her world—in this world, time is still passing, the chicken soup will be boiled dry, the life in her abdomen is constantly growing, and she is becoming weaker and weaker.

If she can't hold onto the world, it's the moment when danger comes.

She put the messy chicken in front of the Lioness, ignoring its pitiful appearance, took out an abacus from the table, and began to calculate the dangers she might encounter and the solutions.

To provide a steady stream of nutrients for the little life in her belly, and to be isolated from the world, she has not enough energy to calculate like she did in the past-her Go is still unmatched, she is still at the poker table Invincible in the world, neither Chen Pipi nor Song Qian and other human geniuses are her opponents-but she can't calculate with all her heart, she needs to rely on human calculation tools to reason and calculate those important things.

She is the rule of this world, but after she came to the world, she was contaminated with red dust, but her speed was not as fast as the three humans. This is a very dangerous thing. If you need to escape, how can you be faster?

Papa, papa, the crisp sound of abacus crashing in the dimly lit yurt, it sounded like a cheerful music, the lion gnawed on the charred chicken bones and wagged his tail with joy.

Sangsang's right hand moved at high speed on the abacus, bringing out afterimages after another, with a focused and calm expression. The perfect bubble appeared in her left hand again. More than ten appeared on the tight and smooth surface of the bubble. A light spot, if compared with a human map, those light spots are Helan City, Chang'an, Xiling, Song Kingdom, Lanke Temple, the depths of the Western Wilderness...the beginning or the end of those spatial passages.

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The last autumn rain fell, the Central Plains was extremely cold, and the war on earth finally reached the final step.

The Tang state reorganized the navy, and Wan Ge raced straight into the Southern Jin Dynasty. When Ning Que cut the king and killed his officials to the panic in the Southern Jin Dynasty, there was no resistance at all, plus the reputation of the sword pavilion. Within ten days, Cannes opened the door.

Dahe Nation's army also crossed the surging Yellow River to the north. The gods and Wang Nian led tens of thousands of Dahe people, doing things that no one dared to think of for generations, marching to the Xiling Kingdom.

Tang Jun has entered the border of the Kingdom of Xiling, less than two hundred miles away from Taoshan. The ruling deity has reached Muyu Town in the south, only three hundred miles away from Taoshan. The Kingdom of Xiling was attacked from north to south. Although all Taoist powers were recalled, tens of thousands of temple cavalry were deployed around Taoshan and several lines of defense were laid, but everyone knew the current situation-the temple was in danger.

On the terrace of the white temple on the summit of Taoshan, Xiong Chumo looked at the world under the mountain covered by the autumn rain. His haggard and thin cheeks showed a daze. He didn't know what else he could do. It seemed that the last moment should be When he started to summarize, he didn't know how to summarize his life.

Where is the observer? What is he doing? Why did Haotian never respond to the prayers of devout believers? Why did the blasphemer win one victory after another, but did not arrive? What happened to all this? Does the Taoist door that has ruled this world for countless years really want to be destroyed?

Xiong Chumo was furious because of despair, the most filthy words, the most vicious curse, burst out from his lips, resounding through the entire mountain like thunder, those words were all for the viewer—— However, even at this moment, he still didn't dare to say the name of the subject, which seemed extremely pitiful.

A mountain breeze came, blowing the misty rain slightly, revealing the small town in the distance below the mountain. In the autumn wind and rain, the small town is still as peaceful as the sky without any influence.

Looking at the small town, Xiong Chumo's emotions gradually calmed down. Even if the observer does not return, as long as that person is there, Tang Guohe Academy cannot be near Taoshan, so what should I worry about?

There are still many things to worry about.

Xiong Chumo looked at the distant mountains in the autumn rain, as if he had seen Xu Shi's handsome flag, and Tang Jun's profound armor heavy cavalry that the world feared, feeling that the weight of his shoulders became heavier and heavier.

"Long Qing still refuses to bring the remaining people back. What is he doing? Is he really going to resist the order? What else is he doing in Yan Country? Waiting to be killed by Ning Que?" /

Xiong Chumo roared angrily.

The middle-aged Taoist stood beside him, and said calmly: "If he can really drag Ning Que in the country of Yan, it would be a great achievement for the temple."

Xiong Chumo sneered: "It depends on whether he has that ability."

The middle-aged Taoist said calmly: "If he can't do it, then probably no one else will do it."

Xiong Chumo frowned slightly and turned to look at him. He didn't expect that he had such a high evaluation of Long Qing. He thought about his words and said, "Hengmu... has been killed by Ning Que. Long Qing has not passed the five realms, how? Is his opponent?"

"In Guanli back then, I watched Longqing rise from the abyss...If Hengmu fights against Longqing, it will only be Hengmu who will die. Who is strong or weak between Longqing and Ningque? Who can win this contest? In the final victory, other people are no longer qualified to be judged, and they can only fight the last one."

The middle-aged Taoist said calmly, he always plays the role of a bystander in the Taoist door, he knows more things than many people think, so he is more calm and composed.

Xiong Chumo was silent for a moment, and said: "The enemy is crushing the territory, Dao Sect always needs to do something."

The middle-aged Taoist followed his gaze and looked at the small town in Qiuyu, and said: "I will go and see."