Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 335
Under heavy snow, Chang'an.

There was a lot of hustle and bustle in the palace. At this moment, the emperor was giving birth and was about to give birth to an heir.

Wen Po has already gathered in Qifeng Palace, very anxious.

Xu time.

A baby's cry came from Qifeng Palace, piercing the hanging night.

Wu Meiniang's cheeks were covered with sweat, and her forehead was stained with blue hair. She stared blankly at the baby in her infancy, and suddenly burst into tears.

She remembered.

There is no cause and effect of Zhao Wujiang in the world, but at this moment, a new cause and effect is born from existence to nonexistence, from nothing to existence.

Lingnan Road, Cangwu Ruins.

Shili Tiankeng, covered in silver.

In the large tomb buried by snow and years, countless silvery white rays of light appeared in the darkness like dragons. They kept gathering and intertwining together, outlining a figure.

Zhao Wujiang's figure gradually appeared, at first it was illusory, and then slowly solidified. After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, black and white and clear, shining with stars, like stars falling into them.

He stood up slowly, smiled, and realized everything.

The next moment, his figure turned into thousands of light spots and disappeared into the tomb.

Lingnan Road.

The man looked at Miaomiao kindly and asked:
"Your master, what's your name?"

Miaomiao sobbed, she hugged the faceless statue tightly, unable to answer.

"Zhao Wujiang."

A voice that seemed to come across the years resounded through the small village in the boundless world.

Black light wandered around Miaomiao's body, interweaving into a robe like ink, dispelling the extreme cold of the world, and in front of her, the figure of Zhao Wujiang condensed, gently wiping away her tears.

"Master." Miaomiao cried, throwing herself into the long-lost warm embrace.

The man was stunned, and the figure beside him made him sit on the snow in a panic. He looked at the gentle young man and the girl who suddenly cried and threw himself into the young man's arms, and a sense of familiarity lingered in his mind.

He looked in shock at the idol that fell from the girl's arms. The faceless idol now had a face, exactly the same as the man in front of him.

"God." He murmured softly, and when he raised his eyes, the figure in front of him disappeared, leaving only Fengxue.

"Fortune is profound."

Zhao Wujiang's whispers resounded in the villages, as if a god came to the dust to show grace, the wind and snow between the heaven and the earth became stronger, and the auspicious snow fell to the world.

He hugged Xiao Miaomiao and disappeared into the wind and snow.

There are thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, the years are like songs, the world is long, and Lingbo is in the eyes.

Chang'an, secretary province.

A long yellowed roll was unrolled.

In the blank space, someone picks up a pen, the wind and thunder are written in the pen, and the years are written on the paper:
"Remember, Yonghui six years, one or two things"

"Boom."

The inkstone was knocked over, ink was spilled all over the floor, and there were gurgling bloodstains running down the table.

The figure crouching in a pool of blood on the table is Zhao Wujiang, whose black hair is half white.

His breath is sluggish, this is Dan's last curse, this is the curse of the gods, irresistible.

In the second year of Xianqing, the winter snow faded away, and the spring rains ushered in. The demise of all things seemed to usher in the final chapter, and everything was full of vitality.

Cangwu Shili Tiankeng, standing on the edge of the pit, you can see the deep green below, and from time to time, tit ravens spread their wings and fly to the sky in all directions.

Today's Jingzhe, the spring thunder moves all things, and there are thunders above the stacked dark clouds from time to time.

The light rain pattered, and the rain poured down slowly, the sky darkened, and the deep green of the Cangwu Tiankeng disappeared, but turned into a deep darkness, like ten miles of ink stains scattered from the sky.

"Snapped."

A big skinny hand full of dirt stretched out from the sinkhole and climbed on the edge of the pit.

The heavy rain was pouring down, the soft sound was nothing, but immediately after, another big skinny hand climbed up to the edge of the pit, and in the trembling, the elbow propped up, and a mournful cry sounded, startling the rain from falling. The perching birds in the pit scattered and fled.

In this cry, there is joy, joy, regret, and hatred of getting out of trouble after being suppressed for endless years.

The haggard head also poked out, it was a man.

The man leaped forward with all his might, and most of his body had already climbed onto the yellow mud floor. He moved his body hoarsely and roaring, gradually revealing his feet in the darkness of the tiankeng, full of filth, muddy yellow, green, pale, black and red mixed with it. Together, it's like walking through a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

"what!"

With a roar, he cut through the sky with Chunlei, and the rain became heavier.

The rain slapped hard on his broken body, and he pulled his legs suddenly, and the arc of the sky flashed, briefly illuminating this small world, and a dark red rope was tied around his ankle.

He laughed and moved on the yellow mud floor, his ankle ropes kept climbing up the edge of the pit, his white bones exposed in the faint skylight.

The bones were covered with animal skins of invisible shape, as if they were glued to the body, and passed through endless years.

In Bai Gu's hand, he held something full of dirt, like a stone or a ball of mud.

"Crack."

An earth-shattering thunder resounded through the heaven and earth, trembling in all directions like the wrath of the sky, and the silver-white electric arc swayed in the sky like a dragon, illuminating the heaven and earth in an instant.

"boom."

The invisible object in the skeleton's hand, dragged by the man's ankle, suddenly exploded, and a blazing fireball rose up.

This flame, as if it has been burning since ancient times, is so graceful that it rushes towards the sky.

The withered man moved his body in the darkness, the white bones behind him seemed to be holding a torch to illuminate the world.

He cried and laughed and crawled towards freedom. After a few breaths, his big skinny hands touched a pair of black boots. The laughter stopped abruptly, and the crying stopped suddenly. Horrified, then relieved.

That young man with a warm smile on his face, and Guanghua's brilliant silver hair that day light could not hide, this familiar combination made him lie on the muddy floor, ignoring the muddy water in his mouth and nose.

"Brother, long time no see." He felt exhausted, and the young man in front of him opened an oiled paper umbrella for him, and the rain hit the oiled paper umbrella, just like thousands of years ago, when his tribe returned from hunting with a full load, he beat his hands by the campfire The sound of beating the skin drum made him feel very relieved at this moment, and slowly closed his eyes.

"That's right, Brother Wuwu, it's been thousands of years." The young man sighed deeply, but his silver hair was quietly turning black.

Someone came in the howling wind and rain, and with a flash of thunder, seven figures surrounded the young man and surrounded him.

"Chaos, let's capture it without a fight."

Chaos slowly squatted down, and he quietly inserted the oil-paper umbrella on the yellow mud beside the 梼杌. The rain wet his long hair, and black and white in his eyes flowed like water waves. In an instant, his left eye was as bright as day, the right eye is as dark as night:
"Aren't you afraid of liquidation?"

"Humph."

The snort sounded simultaneously with the sound of the long knife being pulled out of its sheath, and a sneer lingered in Chaos' ear:

"Are you waiting for Zhao Wujiang?

He can't wait, now that he is a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, he can't protect himself. If he hadn't been hiding in Chang'an City and protected by the power of Suzaku, he would have been beheaded by the old man long ago, and hung his head for public display!
At this moment, it is you who usher in the liquidation! "

"It seems that you big clans are very courageous." The green copper color in Chaos's hand was flowing, clinging to and changing on his fingers. He grinned and showed his white teeth, and said sarcastically:

"When the Cangwu land fell to the southeast, you didn't dare to show up, but now that your gaffe has subsided, you all jumped out one by one?

(End of this chapter)