Global high martial arts dead air panel

Chapter 231 Choice
When Xiaobai emerged from the water again, he looked down at his own reflection on the sea.

The face is blurry, and it seems to be a monster with a long beak and big ears.

"What a beautiful male pig with delicate features." It admired.

Xiaobai calculated in his mind for a while, now Xiaotang should have his own face, but Xiaobai's recovery speed may be much slower than Xiaotang's.

But Xiaobai is not in a hurry, after all, even if its face is blurred, it is still a very handsome pig.

"I want to go back and check on the physical condition of the Hall Master, so it is okay to temporarily stop the work at hand, right?"

Xiaobai talked to himself, as if he was speaking to others, even though there was not a single living thing around him.

"In order to care about the Hall Master, I have to put down the work at hand and go home—"

After emphasizing it once, looking left and right, the surroundings were quiet.

"I'll take it as your default, I'll go home right away!"

Before waiting for a reply, Xiaobai heaved a sigh of relief, and decisively paddled towards the Son of Heaven Hall.

And the Temple of Heaven, which Xiaobai misses so much, also has a very homely atmosphere.

The warm yellow light, the sound of ingredients gurgling in the pot, the heat rising, and the aroma overflowing.

The black cat fiddled with something that looked like a ball of yarn with its paws, and jumped back and forth curiously.

It would be even more heartwarming if the face of the spirit body in pain didn't appear in the ball of yarn.

There are twelve spiritual bodies imprisoned here, which are freshly baked, twelve nine-rank from the caves of the magic capital.

The sound of their screams has been silenced, and the faces that appear on the sphere from time to time can be regarded as the kindness of the palace master, giving them a chance to show off.

The kind-hearted Palace Master sat quietly on the chair. If he hadn't blinked his eyes occasionally, people might think he was a dummy.

I don’t know if it’s because he lost too much blood before, but his skin is really white now, so pale that it’s almost bloodless, like the snowflakes that float in winter like catkins have penetrated into his blood vessels, making people doubt his breathing Is it also cold.

Cangmao accidentally touched his exposed arm, meowed, ignored the "ball of yarn" that rolled to the bottom of the table, looked at Guo Shengye instead, and asked worriedly: "When will the body temperature return to normal? "

Guo Shengye stared at Cangmao, his eyes were extremely dark, like a night, and like a black hole, as if it could suck people in, he asked back, "Isn't this bad? Such a physique is very popular in summer."

Cangmao shrank his head, did not speak, and lowered his head to fiddle with the "yarn ball" under the table.

It's not bad, it's just that at such a temperature, it is inevitable that people worry that the blood under the skin will have condensed into ice.

Xiao Tang glanced at his palace master with a smile on his face, and the next moment Guo Shengye covered his face with his hands.

To be honest, when his consciousness was dragged into the deep sea, the thoughts that popped up in his mind made him feel extremely embarrassed now.

You must know that Guo Shengye's own state is related to the state of Fengdu City in the air, and Xiao Bai and Xiao Tang are extremely sensitive to the state of Fengdu City.

That is to say, Xiaobai and Xiaotang are the ones who clearly understand what kind of thoughts Guo Shengye had during that time, and put them into action.

Now Guo Shengye, the only people and beasts he doesn't want to see are Xiao Bai and Xiao Tang.

However, Murphy's Law always holds true.

When Guo Shengye was thinking this way, Xiaobai's brisk voice came from outside the hall: "Hall Master, I'm back to see you!"

"..."

Xiaobai stepped into the restaurant, saw the wide-eyed black cat, shook his head, and said in a frivolous tone: "Oh, non-mainstream red hair, you are still there."

Cangmao was so angry that the fur all over his body exploded into balls. He swept the "ball of yarn" out of favor with one paw, and pounced on Xiaobai.

Meowing and babbling are endless.

It wasn't until Xiao Tang slowly served up the prepared food in portions that Cangmao flew out of the battlefield with tears in his eyes, and hugged Guo Shengye's neck: "Wuuuu, Xiaoye——"

And Xiaobai, who was freed by Cangmao, was not willing to fall behind the cat, and decisively hugged Guo Shengye's leg, imitating Cangmao's appearance, and shouted in a heart-rending voice: "The lord—"

Under Xiao Tang's watchful eyes, Guo Shengye's face, which was regarded as a sandwich, suddenly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

In the end, a certain owner of the Temple of Heaven, who did not want to be named, said, "Actually, it's not bad to be lively at all."

Compared to experiencing the passing of every inch of life force in his body when he is still, he now prefers to be lively.

……

However, Guo Shengye, who likes to be lively, his former subsidiary - Mowu, is completely silent at the moment.

After Fang Ping returned to Mowu, he sealed off the entire campus and frantically burned the energy stone he brought back from the crypt, trying to fill the whole Mowu with abundant energy.

His thinking has changed since the Battle of the Modu, and the change has been quite thorough.

Although Fang Ping defended his weaknesses before, the resources he brought back were basically evenly distributed among the Grandmasters across the country.

And now Fang Ping, wished to put all Mowu's teachers and students into the energy pool to take a bath, so that they could have the power to protect themselves as soon as possible, instead of asking for help from the outside world when the critical moment came.

If Guo Shengye left Mowu with a split body of spiritual power last time, it is unknown how much damage this battle of Modu will bring to Mowu.

But not only Fang Ping knew, everyone knew that the loss would not be too small, and would even bring greater turmoil to the already stable Mowu.

And Mowu can't always rely on Guo Shengye who is not in Mowu.

Regarding Fang Ping's behavior, which seemed like a stress reaction, the others just watched silently.

This is a growth watered with blood, cruel but effective.

Zhang Tao is also a member of the silent bystanders.

He explained to Nan Yunyue in this way: "The boy who slays the dragon will eventually become a dragon."

Nan Yunyue looked at him in shock and disgust, and asked, "Don't tell me that this young dragon slayer who will eventually become a dragon is the 90-year-old Zhang Tao?"

Zhang Tao nodded of course: "Yes, it's me."

"..."

Nan Yunyue scanned the old man with indescribable eyes, and finally couldn't bear to ignore her former companion, and comforted: "Everyone has to make their own choices."

She looked at the white clouds floating outside the window, her eyes were a little dazed, and she fell into memories.

"Every time I make a painful choice, I never want to become a great man, but just to become the self who made the choice in the first place again and again."

Nan Yunyue softly read the motto she and Zhang Tao used to have.

It's not a choice made to give up someone, but to put aside all factors, point to the essence, ask the original intention, and then make the choice that is the same as the original self.

And Zhang Tao's initial choice was to protect the country.

That's it.

　Chinese New Year is really torture for a social terror.

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