Rat walks the heavens and the world

Ten years, 20 years, 80 years!

Because of Dahei's long-term immobility, his body was even covered with a layer of dust, which looked like boundless mountains standing in the Central Plains from a distance.

Unknowingly, the entire Central Plains has become the domain of Huqishan.

Some famous sects and heretics choose to live abroad, and some choose to bow their heads and proclaim themselves ministers.

After seeing Dahei's boundless and huge body, no one has the idea of ​​resistance. Only a fool would choose to shake the tree with a gnat.

With the expansion of the territory, the core of the formation in Dahei's body has gradually undergone strange changes, and a single thought can move mountains and seas, and even touch the core of the world.

It turns out that after the battle between the ancients and the Shura world, the vitality of this world was severely damaged, and the original source was damaged. If it is not repaired in time, and the monks continue to absorb spiritual energy, it may enter the era of doomsday after a while.

In the end, Baguio found a secret technique to develop the world and open up the world boundary in the core personnel exchange list of Huqi Mountain, and solved this problem.

In this way, the treacherous and evil people who had nothing to do and could only be confined in confinement finally had a place to go.

Sacrifice your life for the generations of hundreds of millions of beings in this world, a worthy death, a glorious death!

Some have opened up more borders, and they also have their clothes trimmed for future generations to commemorate.

After developing like this for a period of time, the imprint of the plane in Dahei's body was completely solidified, and the death rate of opening up the world was only reduced, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Under the current system, very few people dare to commit serious crimes.Most of them are fighting, stealing with a cuckold, drunk driving and so on.

If they were sent to die like this, it would be too cruel and no one would accept it.

Occupy its position and nourish its spirit.

In charge of Hu Qishan's great power, firewood, rice, oil, salt, life and death, love and hatred, love and hatred, seeing too much, Baguio's temper becomes more and more indifferent, and he has an extraordinary state of mind that sees through everything.

"The dungeon mission is complete and will return soon."

Called back by the sudden system prompt, Yi Bai froze for a moment before regaining his senses.

The construction of the world is really too complicated, and he wants to become a fat man in one bite, and directly open up a perfect world, involving all aspects, too many.

After so many years, he has only just grasped a little clue.

Because of this difficulty, the road of practice is like a golden pagoda. The higher you go, the fewer souls there are, and there is a long way to go.

Lifting the closed-door restriction, one can see Biguio in water-green clothes sitting on the stone, with a small golden bell hanging around his waist, ringing crisply, and holding a small white flower between his fingers, as crystal clear as jade.

Maybe it was boring, Baguio picked up the bell, the heart of the bell was delicate and delicate, a thin iron cable was tied to the body of the bell, and when it was shaken slightly, the heart of the bell lightly hit the body of the bell, making a sound again.

"Ding... ding dong."

As if sensing something, Baguio raised her head in surprise, curling her lips: "Moyu, you're out of customs! I've been waiting for you for a long time, a long time!"

Yi Bai didn't want to jump on her head as usual, but turned into his body and stood quietly in front of her.

Wearing a dark black gown with gold trim, even standing quietly, she is gentle and humble, elegant and refined, with moderately thick red lips rippling with a dizzy smile.

Baguio's white and delicate face gradually turned red, and the heart lake, which had been tempered by the mountain master for decades, had a wave of waves, and the heartbeat was very fast.

"Xiao Yao'er, I'm leaving, say goodbye to Dahei for me."

"Snapped!"

Heartbroken voice, Baguio forced a sad smile on his face: "Where are you going, I want to be with you."

Yi Bai smiled: "Go home! I don't know when I will see you next time, you have to be obedient and protect yourself."

Bi Yao's body trembled, as if her face had also turned pale, and she looked at Yi Bai deeply, as if she wanted to imprint him in her heart.

"I know, you...you protect yourself too."

Originally only planning to leave quietly, Yi Bai sighed slightly and rubbed Biguio's little head, messing up her hair, and finally brought her emotions back.

"May all your fears and fears in the future be nothing but false alarms. The natural and man-made disasters you encounter will survive the catastrophe."

It even messed up my hairstyle, Baguio pursed her mouth, and raised her hand to push it away.

Unexpectedly, the moment the two hands touched, the haunted figure in front of him burst like a bubble, and slowly dispersed into the sky.

Dazed for a moment, Bi Yao smiled wryly, knowing that such a day would come with her ingenuity.

It's a pity that the day came so early and she wasn't ready yet.

The setting sun also gradually restrained its light and became gentler, like a bright red lantern with soft flame, hanging on the edge of the sea of ​​clouds and the sky.

Slowly, step by step, he walked back to his hut.

"Every time a friend complains to me, I will say to him earnestly, hahahaha"

"The home is on fire. I'm going to go to a big fire. Is it my house? Yes!"

"I'm in a bad mood. Although it has nothing to do with you, can you apologize to me?"

"Flip a coin, if it breaks, I won't eat tonight."

"I think you are beautiful from the bottom of your heart, so you can't tell from the outside."

Along the way, recalling the little things with Moyu, Baguio kept laughing, why was he so funny.

"Hee hee hee, woo woo, woo woo woo..."

Evening wind, sunset.

The wanton climbing vines next to the wooden house are still stretching out the posture of life, and the green and yellow overlapping branches and leaves are still verdant with the story of time.

Baguio stared at the mottled and somewhat tragic bleakness of the wall, felt pity suddenly, but suddenly felt alarmed.

What needs pity is not it, but itself. Its spring will reunite after the cycle of seasons, but his years will never come again after passing by.

Some things, some people have them, some people don't have them, some people can't ask for them, and some people can't afford them.

If I had to give an explanation, that would be fate.

Chapter 189

Go back to Yijia Village, miss your friends from the previous world, and buy a glass of iced Coke.

dun dun dun

Then just wander around and see what's interesting.