kill those singularities

The sky gradually dimmed, and the dark clouds in the sky were slowly gathering.

A dusty little girl was sitting on the stone steps with her knees hugged, like a down-and-out child servant who was kicked out of someone's family.

Ordinary streets and alleys are filled with people coming and going, the yelling of common people's homes mixed with children's frolicking, making the vegetable market in front of the ruined temple extremely lively and noisy.Occasionally, passers-by caught a glimpse of the dusty little guy sitting on the steps and only thought she was tired or frustrated for a while. At most, some aunts threw a copper coin, and the children who were playing picked it up after a while.

Wen Shuohun didn't care about the surrounding environment and sightlines, sitting on the rough and cold bluestone steps, lazily leaning against the mottled and decadent stone pillars, calmly watching the bustling flow of people, motionless.

At this moment, it feels like a tense string is suddenly relaxed and soaked in warm water. There is nothing better than this moment.Even a thief pretending to walk around her twice failed to make her move.

Of course, another reason why she didn't move at all was that the hero Moathermo was leaning against the pillar with his arms folded, his eyes scanning the stream of people from time to time with his bright eyes.

With a "ding dong", a copper plate rolled down to the foot, and then a dirty little hand stretched out, hesitating for a while.Wen Shuo raised his half-closed eyelids, but it was a girl with braids.The little girl was secretly looking at him with her big watery eyes, with a pitiful look of wanting to pick it up but daring not to.

She bent her eyes amusedly, and continued to close her eyes leisurely without saying anything.

After the delicate cheers, the sound of jumping gradually faded away.She gradually relaxed, allowing her thoughts to sink, sinking into a soft time that was deeper and deeper.

"Tick tock" the plums rolled into the warm tea, splashed a drop and landed on the face, and then slowly dripped down the cheeks.She tried to wipe the temperature off her cheeks with her hand, but felt a few drops of coldness.

Another drop fell on his face, Wen Shuo broke free from his memories, and looked up to find that it was raining.

A light rain fell from the gray sky.

At this time, there were only sporadic stalls left in the noisy market, and the children playing were nowhere to be seen, probably because they were driven back home by their own adults.Amidst the remaining yelling, the scholar in Tsing Yi accidentally stepped on the lotus skirt of the lady in front of him, causing him to panic for a while, his accidental recklessness provoked Xia Fei's cheeks, and the tilted paper umbrella instantly blossomed into a peach blossom.

Soon, the last touch of greenery did not enter the tile wall.The cold rain swayed between the sky and the earth, leaving only the breath of the wind.

No one else.

This is the life of ordinary people, slowly unfolding like a scroll, and slowly closing again.

The person in the painting is beautiful.

And she is just a spectator.

The spectator leaned on the pillar and sat on the ground, motionless, as if blending into the ancient gray, squinting his eyes and quietly looking at the cloudy clouds, the empty city of Yansuo, and the sound of rain falling.The fluttering rain splashed onto the sleeves bit by bit, moistening fine lines.

"Master, what are you thinking?" Mordred leaned on the mottled pillar with his arms folded, his expression unpredictable.

Wen Shuo smiled and rolled his eyes: "I was thinking, this is the right time to have a jar of fine wine."

She raised her fingers to wipe off the water on her cheeks, and put it on her lips to lick it——

"It turns out that the rain at this time smells like this..."

Feng Qingxue heard such a soft sentence.

She also tentatively stretched out her hand to catch a few drops of rain, and carefully put her fingers into her mouth.

It has never rained in Youdu, and when Qingxue first came to the human world, she was still surprised by it, but after a long time, she no longer has any more admiration for this natural phenomenon.At this moment, she actually felt that the taste of rain was incomparably wonderful.

Mordred remembered the fear of being dominated by someone who was drunk once, so he said to Wen Shuo righteously: "Master, you are still young, you can't drink yet."

"What does that matter? You know I'm not young anymore." Luo Li thought for a while and added: "And now I don't have a weapon in my hand."

"It's nothing without weapons, the key is that we have no money."

Wen Shuo squinted at her: "You also know that there is no money, how did we get to where we are now?"

The rebellious knight laughed dryly.

Originally, everyone was not too shy.Even if the entanglements that Ye Zhiqing had packed up for Wen Shuo and Feng Qingxue were removed, the sudden rise of the "Spiritual Sword and Shuangsha" combination still had the wealth gained from hunting bandits and doing missions, which was more than enough for them to rush from Yangzhou to Chang'an City.

However, there is something in this world called accident.

There is also a place called a casino.

It is impossible to know some news by oneself, this is true for the local aborigines, especially for outsiders like them.Force value does not determine everything, and you will suffer losses if you hold an aloof attitude, so it is best to integrate into the local environment and use existing resources.

Therefore, she plans to explore the gambling house in the place where she lives, and earn some travel expenses and investment funds by virtue of her 800-year-leading experience.After all, the beggar gang here does not seem to have the function of making inquiries, and organizations like Yinyuanhui are extremely expensive.

And they are not suitable to enter a well-informed place like a brothel.

Of course, the moment Sir Mordred stepped into the casino, it was doomed that some things would not go so smoothly.

Not only did they lose their money, but they also had a smooth fight with the local snake here.

Lucky D is so sad.

Wen Shuo rubbed his stomach, tilted his head and said, "Actually, I've been thinking about a question, and I think you might give me some advice, Arthur."

"Tell me." Mo Zai'er patted her chest proudly, causing Baili Tusu and Feng Qingxue to look at her chest involuntarily.

—Although, there is no rough sea at all, and it is calm.

"How do you think the king of a country will deal with the generals and soldiers who have attempted rebellion?"

Mordred's expression changed.

"If you were the monarch, what kind of deployment and mobilization would you have after the mastermind died?"

Mordred lowered his head to meet Wen Shuo's serious gaze and thought for a while.

"It depends on the number and the morale of the army."

"I thought you would say not to keep one?" Wen Shuo raised his eyebrows.

"How is it possible!" Mordred said dissatisfiedly, "I am also a king who loves and respects soldiers! My king!... Well, the king's heir." She muttered.

"That is to say, it is absolutely impossible for the monarch to remain silent, right?"

"Of course, whether it is to convict or restore the glory of the soldiers, there must be a decision."

Wen Shuo stroked his chin.

According to this logic, the deaths of An Lushan and Shi Siming are unlikely to be the hands of Li Longji - no emperor would simply kill the mastermind after knowing such a thing, even if he is no longer a wise emperor .

If he had obtained the Holy Grail, it would be impossible to present the calm before the storm.

And An Lushan, as a heavyweight of the separatist forces in the feudal town, is already a Jiedu envoy in several places. He holds several positions, has many party members, and holds military power.Even Xuanzong's favorite minister Shenben Shangzuo could not shake his status and power.

In this way, the careerist who will cause chaos in the country will die as soon as he dies?Didn't make any waves?

What about An Lushan's soldiers and horses in Fanyang City?Where is his food?What about the fortifications he made everywhere?What about the money and weapons prepared for the rebellion?

All these things seemed to have been hidden by the gods, no matter whether they were obliterated or confiscated quietly, there was no news.

It's as if he's never made a fuss.

If the king of a country was furious, he would not let these things slip quietly into the dark.

Wen Shuo found it more and more interesting.

This must be such a big hand, what a hand and eye.

"What I'm afraid of now is that the people behind it don't want to make big things at all."

"How?" Mordred sat down cross-legged.

"If his plan is too big, it will definitely cause waves in the future, which will help us focus all our spearheads on the explosive point. But if, if his purpose is to quell the war, eradicate all the bumps, do not fight head-on at all, quietly If you want to reverse the Tang Dynasty from prosperity to decline, if you want to defy the sky and change your fate, if you want to change your luck..."

Mordred frowned, his awe-inspiring aura fluctuated momentarily.

"Of course, this is just my baseless guess." Wen Shuo waved his hand.This speculation is actually very different from the norm and very evil. However, such an idea is entirely due to the extraordinary means of the unknown forces that were pulled out of the cocoon.

"...Careful, restrained, prudent, and strategizing, if our enemy has such characteristics, it is indeed difficult to deal with." Mordred narrowed his eyes and said in a solemn tone.

"The last question, why do you think Mei Lin let us go to Chang'an?" Wen Shuo smiled at Yan Yan, twisting his wet hair.

"..." The knight curled his lips, "He's free, what kind of rainbows and flowers are he making——Okay, okay, we'll know when we go."

Mordred was not going to admit that he didn't want to use his brain at all.

It's still best for you to fight!

She thought of something, and fished out in her bosom, and found a piece of green and transparent jade, "Master, here you are."

"What is this?" Wen Shuo took the fragments and played with them, his eyes flashed with surprise, "Although I don't have any magic power now, I can still feel that the strong power is so exaggerated that it is about to overflow."

"This is what I and Mo... Miss got when we were punishing evil and eradicating adultery." Baili Tusu walked over.

When Wen Shuo was talking to Mordred just now, he consciously ran to the entrance of the ruined temple to guard the gate. He also picked some fruits from outside and killed two rabbits, intending to feed a few people.

The young man with exquisite eyebrows lowered his head, glanced across the jade face, and said indifferently: "It is said that it can warm and nourish the body and replenish lean energy."

"Thank you, Brother Baili." A certain unscrupulous Master shamelessly acted cute.

This is really a careful and gentle sullen boy.

"Shuosuo Susu Arthur, do you want to eat roasted fruit?" Feng Qingxue sat by the fire, holding up a bunch of strangely colored fruits.

"..."

"How did you do it?" The boy of the Dumb Mao Wang's family couldn't help but widen his eyes, and took the lead in picking up a bunch of strings to look at.

Under the burning eyes of the three people, Mordred took a big bite happily, then his expression changed, and he rushed out of the ruined temple like the wind, startling countless flying birds.

"boom!"

The three of them turned their heads back silently, and refocused their gazes on the suspicious food by the fire.

"Huh, what's the matter? It's me...Is it not baked well?" Tianran lowered his head in a daze.

Wen Shuo shook his head quickly, "No, no, it must be because your cooking is so delicious, Arthur went out to run around excitedly."

The Baili boy hesitated for a moment, then nodded solemnly, "That's right, that's it."

Wen Shuo dared to assure that this person must not have told any lies, see, the tip of his ears turned red when he said something out of conscience.

The innocent Qingxue girl was instantly coaxed into cloudy weather, and said with a smile: "Then don't disappoint my labor."

After a brief silence, under Feng Qingxue's expectant eyes, Wen Shuo raised his hand with difficulty, and stretched out towards the string of suspicious substances...

"Qingxue, please help me bring some water back."

Wen Shuo's hands froze in the air.

"Eh? Okay." The girl joyfully stuffed the baked fruit into the hands of the two, and went out with the sickle on her shoulder. "Arthur, have you finished your run—"

The two remaining people in the ruined temple looked at each other silently, and there was an astonishing tacit understanding——

#How to perfectly destroy corpses and traces in the shortest time#

Baili Tusu is really a good person.A good man with strong martial arts but never bullying and a sense of justice.

He could have gone out to fetch water on his own excuse.

"Qingxue...is a good girl." Under Wen Shuo's moving gaze, Baili Shaoxia finally squeezed out this sentence.

"I know." Wen Shuo nodded, picked up the last remaining fresh fruit and gnawed it, "Brother Baili, you should take this opportunity to roast the rabbit, otherwise we won't be able to survive tonight."

Under the light of the fire, the cinnabar between the young man's eyebrows was so red that it was majestic and chilling.

Wen Shuo dragged out the haystack from the corner, took off the tattered clothes from the stone statue and put them under the haystack,

Sleeping in an inn is not necessarily safe, and a night in a ruined temple is not bad.

Playing with the jade fragments in her hand, her thoughts could not help but drift to Chang'an, the wind was surging in her mind, and the light of her spirit was extinguishing.

The important factor for the formation of the singularity this time is probably not outsiders, but——

A capable person in this dynasty.

Still a person who can dominate the situation.

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In the black sky, a round moon hung half-covered, and the cold winter wind blew across the earth, and the huge potholes on the surface could be seen faintly under the dim light.

The sound of grass blades rubbing against each other is extremely clear in the quiet environment of winter nights. The "thorn" and "thorn" are unusually regular, and the looming shadow passes through the field and gradually approaches the desolate pit.

The light became increasingly dim and hazy, and the surroundings were indistinct.

The shadow crouched by the pit, silent for a long time.

"The smell of burning silence..."

The night wind blows away the indifferent whispers.

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