The wind of the thunderbolt

The coldest winter has finally come, Nanfeng Bujing finally felt a bit of chill in this bleak winter day.

By the open pavilion, on the road of no return.

Beside the boulder that challenged the world, there are piles of bones piled up into a mountain.The earth seemed to be painted with a thick layer of red paint.

These people who are fame and fortune may not understand until their death why——Nanfeng Bujing is so strong!

He was obviously exhausted, he hadn't rested for half a month, and the poison had already entered his lungs.

But the killing hand refused to stop.

What kind of spiritual power is supporting this person not to fall?

The dead will never know.

The living are still going on.

On the boulder, Nan Feng stood on one knee without competing, and adjusted his breath for a while.

After continuously urging his own internal force for the past few days, the ultimate poison in the Buddha Prison began a cruel backlash.

Toxic bounce reappears one at a time.

"Look at your reckless killings every day—what's the reason for you to stay here?" This is a man from Baitaolue City in Xiwulin. Everyone in the city is dressed in white armor. name.

"Report your name." Nan Feng Bujing's closed eyes did not open because of the person in front of him.

"Xing Jian Gui Ji" turned out to be one of the masters (the honorific title of the teacher) under the seat of Baitaolue City.

"Let's do it." Nanfeng Bujing opened his tired eyes and stood up.

"Looking at your appearance, you must have not rested for several days. If you use force at this moment, I'm afraid you won't be able to win with force." The people of Baitaolue City have a good education, and their reputation is indeed well-deserved.

With a mocking smile, Nanfeng Bujing simply ignored the pity flowing in this person's eyes.Madman - no need for sympathy.

"You!" Xing Jiangui, who was a little bit embarrassed, stopped being courteous with Nanfeng, and raised his hand to attack.If one obtains the Scroll of God, it is equivalent to making a great contribution to the City of Hundred Tactics.

Nanfeng Bujing jumped off the huge boulder and stood up to fight.

Once the battle starts, there will be no end to death.

"Is she still not eating?" The man in black coldly stroked the extraordinarily delicate Senbon Sakura.

"This...is...because of~".

"The Marquis is impatient to listen to the explanation, you should back down. Go to 'Jiu Ri Han' to receive the punishment." The man in black—the Marquis of Triumph put on the mask and smiled, and never looked back at the kneeling man from the beginning to the end. silhouette of the land.

"yes".Heaving a sigh of relief, the attacker who was kneeling on the ground quickly retreated, secretly glad that the punishment was considered light.

'Nine Days of Cold' is the torture chamber of Huozhai Buddha Prison, where prisoners need to feel extremely cold.It became colder day by day, until nine days later the whole body condensed into ice.This can hone people's perseverance - of course, it may also be tortured crazy.But compared to Triumph Hou's bad taste for blood-stained white clothes - it's so easy!

"snort".After a long time, Hou Kaixuan, who was standing in the cherry blossom forest, finally opened his mouth, and with a swift palm, the pink cherry blossoms in the sky fell.

"What I want. I've never been unable to get it." Gently grasping a falling petal of the cherry blossoms with his fingers, the Hou of Triumph evoked a faint smile of unknown meaning.

"It turns out that Han is here." Hou Kaixuan's magnetic voice sounded in Xiesitai (library).He stared at the pink figure by the window with fiery eyes.

Supporting his head with his hands, he didn't answer.Han Yancui just stared at the scenery outside the window in a trance, when a gust of breeze hit, blowing a few pages of open books on the table.

"Qingfeng is illiterate, so why flip through the books?" With a smile, Kaixuan Hou stepped forward and sat opposite her, put the hot porridge on the table, then picked up the book that was abandoned by the owner on the table, "Well, I thought this book had been destroyed. I didn't expect there to be some leftovers." Triumph Hou held up the cover of the book, and it was impressively written - "Araki Chronicles".

This is indeed the banned best-seller of Wedge Famous Move Four Chess World.Han Yancui hadn't eaten for more than ten days, her face was pale and weak.Fortunately, the Huozhai Buddha Prison lacks resources, and the people's physique is special. It's not a big problem if they don't eat for half a month, they're just weaker. "I have kept this book, just want to know what kind of person wedge is."

Han Yancui finally spoke quietly, with a slightly hoarse tone.Hou Kaixuan flipped through a few pages of the book, he was worthy of being called the military master of the Huo Zhai Buddha Prison, and he had already seen thousands of words in his eyes at a glance. "What kind of person is he—does it matter?" Triumph's tone was tinged with indifference. "I once thought that you wanted the spirit-gathering stone for Master Fengxiu, so the first thing I did when I came to Misery was to get acquainted with this person—I really want to know how you will look when he loses to me , Hmph, so you did it for a woman."

"So what about women~ Ai Ben is innocent, isn't it! After reading this book, I just want to know what kind of person I lost to." Han Yancui snatched the "Araki Wood Records" from the hands of Triumph Hou. "As Sangong, do you have so much free time?"

"Is there anything more important than Han's body?" Hou Kaixuan raised Han Yancui's jaw, forcing her to face her glasses squarely. "Hey, maybe after seven days, a life is about to perish. The morals of the world are really impermanent!" Said the sad words in the casual tone of the Marquis of Triumph—how sincere are they?

"You know that I will not compromise." Han Yancui looked at the Lord of Triumph with a provocative look in his eyes. He has been imprisoned in Huo Zhai Buddha Prison for dozens of days. Can only be revoked if more than half of the people agree.

"you will".Triumph Hou withdrew his 'flirtatious' hand, and pushed the steaming porridge on the table towards Hanyancui. "I said before that if Han doesn't eat, some people will die. But——I won't let Han die."

"You..." Han Yancui subconsciously felt that Hou Kaixuan's words had a deep meaning, and looked straight at Hou Kaixuan.

"Heh." With a smile, Hou Kaixuan propped his head up with his hands like Han Yancui, leaning over the table. "Han hasn't eaten for a day, how can the auxiliary body surpass the main body? Naturally, life and death go hand in hand, but-the auxiliary body has a strength gap with the main body after all. Hmm~ probably won't last seven days." Hou Kaixuan said this casually, as if the culprit was really Hanyancui.

"You!" He put the little fox under house arrest!Han Yancui looked at this man with indescribable complexity in his eyes - this was the man's temperament, since he knew it well, why would he be angry? !Han Yancui straightened up in frustration, picked up the porridge on the table, and swallowed it in small mouthfuls.

Watching Han Yancui eating with satisfaction, Hou Kaixuan finally removed the icy aura from his body and began to reveal a mild scent.

"I don't understand. Why?" Han Yancui put down the exhausted porridge, wiped the corners of her mouth, and said lightly.

"Huh?" Hou Kaixuan looked at Han Yancui without hesitation for a moment, and replied indifferently.

"Why me?" Why me?Being Haunted by the Devil—Fortunate or Unlucky.

"Oh, of course it's you—have you forgotten?" Kaixuan Hou finally withdrew his eyes from Han Yancui's body, and looked out the window.

The snow scene this winter is just like that year...

-------------------------------I am the dividing line like that year---------- -------------------

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