Faraway Wanderers

The scorpion lifted his chin with his toes, smiled, and said, "Oh, it's the head."

Yu Qiuyu slumped, his eyes scattered, as if a bit unconscious, he raised his head hard, looked at the scorpion, and said intermittently, "I ... I am not ... not here with me ... not with me ... "

The scorpion shook his head and got closer, whispering in his ear: "That night, outside Zhaojiazhuang in Taihu Lake, there were actually three people dead. One was Mu Yunge, the owner of Broken Sword Mountain Villa, and the other was your baby son Yu Tianjie. And one more ... you don't know. He died in a crypt, a long tongue ghost in Ghost Valley. Yu head wants to hear what's going on? "

When he mentioned the word "Yu Tianjie", Yu Qiuyu looked like a fish that was about to die from the water. He twitched his eyes, staring at his eyes and staring at the scorpion.

Just listen to the scorpion saying: "You all knew the existence of glazed armor before you went to Dongting, so you asked your baby son to wait in Taihu, followed the little ghost of the Zhang family, and spied on the glazed armor. ... Mu Yunge's deadly reminder happened to coincidentally, and found that the Zhao family also had a piece of glazed armor. He stole it at night, and Yu Tianjie thought he could only follow him. In fact, he stared at Mu Yun that night. Song, there are two more people. "

Yu Qiuyu seemed to want to understand something, and it seemed that he couldn't understand everything. He felt that everything was ridiculous, as if there was such a hand in the bottom, holding the secretly, each of them was just on the huge chessboard. Struggling chess pieces.

"One is Sun Ding, a happy and bereavement ghost. The reason he didn't have time to take Liulijia was because he felt the existence of another person, a person he couldn't afford at the time-the impermanent ghost Meng Hui who represents the owner of the ghost valley. Unfortunately, that was another guest of mine. Your self-righting son took the glass armor of Mu Yunge out of nowhere, and was excited to leave, and was killed by Lao Meng. People are the long tongue ghosts who were once under Xue Fang and later defeated in the Valley of Gui. "

The scorpion paused and wept with tears on Qiu Yan's face, and various unknown liquids flowed down his frosty face, looking disgusting and pitiful.

Scorpion said: "What was even more unfortunate at that time was that the great master of the ghost was meeting his little lover when the willow head was on the moon, so Lao Meng did not dare to show up. The master's stunt killed Yu Tianjie to get into trouble. He wanted to deliberately mislead the ghost master. Who knew that the adult's feet were too fast, and it was too fast to let the long tongue ghost dodge, so ... he dared to kill, and as a result What ... "

The scorpion sneered softly, pushed away from Qiu Ling, leaned crookedly on the back of a rattan chair where a poisonous scorpion got him somewhere and sighed with some emotion: "What kind of person is the most Sad? I do n’t know if I have a few pounds or two, and a big-hearted person—at the head of the house, do you know the same heart that grows in your chest and it grows in my chest? "

He nodded his chest lightly, looking up at Qiu Yu with pity on the ground, shook his head and sighed, "It grows in my chest, that is ambition, and grows in your chest, that is idiot, heart, delusion, thinking. "

Yu Qiu's look was clearer, and he suddenly asked like a mosquito: "I ... the zombies, Feng Xiaofeng ... all of us, the vague information we got before, is actually you ... It's all you……"

A stubborn smile appeared on the poisonous scorpion's face, saying: "Yes, rare Lao Meng is my guest and wants to use me to kill silently, Zhao Jing is my guest and I want to use me to restrain his partner Lao Meng, Sun Ding is also my guest. I want to use me to create all kinds of illusions, and to do all the things he did to Xue Fang, who is still unknown, and use the rules of the ghost valley and the hands of the ghost master to remove his old enemy ... … Oh, I was originally a businessman who started by killing and selling things. He did n’t touch the water to catch a fish. How could he be worthy of the name of the poisonous scorpion?

He shook his head and stood up. A poisonous scorpion immediately stepped forward and covered a big cricket on him. The scorpion no longer looked at Qiu Yi. He said, "Sijizhuang has disappeared for more than ten years, and I heard that it was court. Running dog. Hey ... what are they? Right now, this martial art is in my palm ... You are very lucky, you can still meet me when you reach this field, but unfortunately I ca n’t show mercy, Lao Meng and Zhao Jing told me to get rid of you. I really can't bear it ... but what can I do? I can only ask you to be an understanding ghost as much as possible, don't be grateful. "

His voice only fell, and the man had traveled far away, and the poisonous scorpion behind him immediately followed, and Yu Qiuyu trembled suddenly and lowered his head—a scorpion hooked through his back and passed through. His body, running through his chest, pierced his ragged shirt, exposing a little blue tip.

The severe pain covered him, and Yu Qiuhou hissed and screamed, holding his poisonous scorpion and pulling the hook expressionlessly, taking out a large piece of flesh, then turning without following him, turned and followed. Your own companion.

Yu Qiuyu twitched. He knew that he was going to die. He had never been so desperate in his life. The pain suddenly became dull. It started to become numb and then became cold. He struggled to look at his eyes. Staring wide, the line of vision was still so dim-as if there was an irresistible force, pulling him down.

Yu Qiu's hand unconsciously grasped the grass growing on the ground, plucked the grass uprooted, and held it spasmodically. Suddenly, he saw a pair of shoes stopped in front of his eyes. Yu Qiuyu tried to raise his head, but couldn't see clearly. Who is it? There are several broken voices in his mouth: "Save ... Save ... Save ..."

The man seemed to be squatting down beside him, and said, "Pingjiang Liu Seqing, Huayue Yaoshou. Year after year, every year ... everything ... everything?"

Those understated words seemed like a thunder, and instantly exploded in his ear, Yu Qiu looked up blankly, still unable to see the person's appearance, as if he had hallucinations, even the person who spoke was a man. Women are not clear anymore, only vaguely remember ... there is such a girl who loves to wear green clothes, "giggled" and smiled.

Liu Qianqiao, such an ugly woman, is also foolish and foolish about herself. She is a fool, a fan, and a word that can coax her to death.

"Every time ... after the ice disappears." Those sentences that he had long forgotten and groaned, suddenly awakened in memory at the moment where life and death intersect, "Several times of sea level, mountains and snow ... Don't take a look .... … At a glance of youth, only this heart ... only this heart ... such as ... the old ... "

At first glance, you are as old as ever.

He said casually that she remembered death. He counted others and was counted by others all his life. Only that woman really dealt with him, missed it, and disappeared.

Yu Qiu's lips gently lifted finally did not move, his fingers were holding the grass covered with mud, his eyes stared to the side, his pupils had disappeared, and he took the oath of the Shanmeng oath that he did not know the truth and the fake, reflecting ten Wan Yousen's cold road.

Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil.

Zhou Zishu squatted beside him for a while, drew his eyes as if thinking about something, then sighed, reached out and closed his eyes, and said in good faith: "Thank you for telling me."

Then he rose and followed the trail of the poisonous scorpion.

Zhao Jing assembled all the heroes of the Central Plains, playing the title of "Kang Fuzheng Road, revenge and resentment", and will fight against Fengyashan again. Thirty years ago, the vow of "no entry, no conclusion" has been broken. In this world where the evildoers are exhausted, a thorough cleansing must be started.

At the same time, a character who had not appeared in the sight of everyone for a long time reached Fengyashan.

Fengya Mountain is a thousand blades, surrounded by four sides, and there is Green Bamboo Ridge.

In the early summer, the trees and plants began to be lush, birds and birds were running, and a small winding path went straight into the valley. If it were not for the huge "Soul Stop" word at the intersection, it would be like a beautiful paradise.

This is Ghost Valley.

A long, erect figure appeared near the big stone sign, looked up for a while, and a slight smile appeared on his face.

It was Wen Kexing. He didn't know what way to go. He arrived at Ghost Valley one step ahead of everyone. He was holding a dark horse in his hands. The beast was like a spirit. Pausing anxiously, as if unwilling to walk in.

Wen Kexing smiled, stretched out his horse and ran the horse's face together, untied the **** and the saddle, patted him and said, "Let's go."

The horse was human-like, blinked his eyes and looked at him for a while, and trot a few steps, as if he reluctantly looked back at the man and saw him waving his hand at him. Go out.

Wen Kexing stood there for a while and sneered: "Stop the soul ..." As soon as he raised his hand, he seemed to be wrapped in a strong wind in his sleeve, rubbing sharply over the slate, "Boom", four The word was wiped off by him three times, and the debris fell down one after another. The loud noise seemed to break into Ghost Valley with the sound of wind, echoing endlessly.

For a moment, a gray shadow emerged out of thin air, his voice was extremely sharp, as if iron flakes passed over each other, and it sounded goose bumps in his ears. The man screamed, "Who dares to break in ..."

The voice below him was stuck in his throat, and the gray shadow stopped at Wen Kexing, three feet away, to see who was coming, and in an instant, an indescribable, terrifying expression appeared on his face. Looked, "giggle" in his throat, and said almost indifferently: "Valley, valley, valley ... Valley owner."

He immediately responded, "plopped" and knelt on the ground with his head down, as if about to be buried in the ground, and trembled: "Greeting to the Lord."

Wen Kexing didn't even look at him, and said lightly, "Did Lao Meng and Sun Ding come back? Ask them to come and see me."

He didn't wait for the little ghost to answer, since he passed by in front of him, but the grey-eyed ghost seemed to have gone through a life and death catastrophe, and he didn't raise his head tremblingly until he had gone a long way. The whole back was already Soaked in cold sweat.

A grievous expression slowly appeared on his face, stood up, and quietly dived into the woods-Lord Ghost Valley, that was a real lunatic and a real demon. He was moody and talked with people with a smile the previous moment. Speaking, the other person's head might be choked by the next moment.

Except for Zisha, who was raised since he was a child, for many years, no one dared to speak out in front of him, because he is a lunatic, he loves nothing, it seems that there is no desire, the whole person is like a machine that can only kill machine.

No one can buy him, no one knows what he's thinking, no one knows what he wants, no one knows when he's upset, and no one knows how to escape him.

Outsiders know nothing about this, but this is a land of evil spirits.

There is no morality, no humanity, only weak meat and strong food-he is strong, so he can do whatever he wants, even if he just stands and looks at the scenery, Lara is homely, and it will make people like enemies.

Because in general, wolves do not have patience and rabbit pulls.

But even if the lunatic doesn't look like a human, he is personal, after all, the little ghost in grey clothes blinked-now the lunatic has reached his death, but he doesn't know it yet.

After three minutes of hard work, Lao Meng rushed to the Yan Luo Palace. There were no other idle people waiting in the hall. Only Wen Kexing was alone, and a strange maid was standing next to him. Wen Kexing had replaced a dusty servant. Dressed in a dark robe, sitting idly on a wide chair.

His hair was loose, as if only washed, and the maid on the side was carefully combing.

A small half of Wen Kexing's face was hidden under the black hair, and the corners of his mouth smiled, Yin Hong was red, and the robe was **** with a dark red belt and grass.

Lao Meng counted him, knowing that he had a winning ticket, but he could see him, but for some reason, he exuded a little chill from his bones, barely calmed down, knelt down respectfully, and lowered his eyes to avoid Wen Kexing's glance Says: "Welcome to the owner."

The author has something to say:

Happy New Year 2011 everyone ~~~~~~~ Well, today I lost a big box of desserts, and now it ’s like a mouse falling into a rice bowl ^ _ ^ 幸福 ~

This is the last change this year ~ Kill Yu Qiuyu, and let the prince of evil spirits be fully open ^ _ ^

Foresee how the future will be, please listen to it next time ~