My Cold and Beautiful Wife

"Kid, this is the end of the matter, what plans can you have?" Ren Tiankuo asked.

Ye Fan looked at the tens of thousands of people at the scene and smiled. "I just finished what I wanted to say. The situation is like this. Everyone wants to go to the Obsidian Legion. It is your freedom."

No one is qualified to ask you to stay and gamble on your own destiny, including me. ”

There are tens of thousands of people on the scene, and the complexion is obvious. Many people are obviously already tempted.

Ye Fan looked at the ancestor who had just shot, and said: "To tell the truth, I thought that most practitioners would choose the way to live for the sake of their longevity.

But what I saw today, let me realize that not all monks will be afraid of death, and they will not care about the world.

I will always work hard until the last moment, but I can't change anything, I don't know..."

The people who are in the presence of chaos are facing each other and are obviously embarrassed.

If it is not at the end of the world, they will not think that one day they need to make such a choice.

Next, Ye Fan made a brief statement about the vaccine that Chu Yunyao invented.

As for the more detailed details, before the Doomsday Conference, how the parties coordinate and cooperate to resist the evil spirits has nothing to do with him.

The Union Assembly, which has not been open for a long time, is over.

Most of the monks are heavy and there are many things to do.

Although the time is short, it can be said clearly.

With the departure of a large number of people in the city of sinlessness, the city was once again deserted.

Ye Fan and other old friends don’t want to meet again.

"When I see you by the time, there are a lot of people inside, it is already on the side of the Obsidian Legion."

"Don't say anything about the rain, your mouth is open," Ning Zi smiled.

Ye Fan smiled at the women and saw the snow outside the palace, and stepped out.

At the corner of the promenade outside the palace, Ye Fan looked at the gray sky and some of them were stunned.

"What's wrong, the expression is so serious", Ai Er came over, and the amber hair brought a warmth in the winter.

Ye Fan looked at the woman and smiled: "Is it going back to the court?"

"Yeah, you can't leave the people there, no matter what, even if I practice in the big array, even if I hit the chaotic environment, I can't change the overall situation," Ai Er sighed.

Ye Fan reached out and licked the woman's shoulder. "Aier... You said, I am not too reluctant. Is it really necessary to go to this step?"

Ai Er thought, "Maybe... some people will think that you are stupid, and it is stupid to fight against the Obsidian Legion and save the flood.

Because it is like a person who will die and die, the end of the flood is also a natural law.

Since it is an objective law, why do you have to change it? It is the last scars, and even life.

However, I may understand you because of myself and stupidly want to guard the court.

In order to be able to survive life and death, practitioners will use cultivation, improve their cultivation, and continuously increase their longevity.

This is not the most basic, an action against the laws of nature.

Even if you know that it is high, you will grow old one day, but you still have to fight with the sky.

It may be for you, in order to make the world exist for a long time, doing these stupid things is also a kind of resistance to heaven. ”

Ye Fan looked at the woman with deep eyes and suddenly flashed a thought in his mind...

"What's wrong?" Ai Er found that the man's expression was weird.

Ye Fan muttered to himself: "Practitioners, improve their cultivation, and increase their longevity..."

"What's wrong?" Ai Er wondered.

Ye Fan patted his head, then took Ai Er’s face and kissed him directly!

"I thought of it! Ai Er, I will not send you later!"

Ye Fan shone and rushed back into the palace.

Ai Er stood in the hallway, confused, and could not laugh.

In the next few days, Ye Fan kept himself alone in the room, and Yuan Shen entered the ring of the sword god, constantly thinking about...

If you say that smart life, you can increase your life by practicing.

So a famous, a world, if it is a life, how can it enhance itself to "repair" and let yourself live longer?

The chaos of the chaos is like continually aging.

The birth and demise of the civilized world is like living and dying, and it is repeated.

The monk can fight for the life and the sky, can the world not do it?

What has been considered before is the consumption of floods, which has caused the world to gradually move to the end.

However, human monks can not only rely on the aura to survive, the power of chaos, and even higher primitive power, these energies can be absorbed by the monks.

The cultivator is raised by the realm to control more advanced energy and even the law.

So, for the world, can it really only rely on floods to resist "aging"?

Ye Fan constantly thinks about the various possibilities and constantly lists and deducts them in his mind.

While thinking, while practicing from time to time, alternating, one day passed.

After ten days, Ye Fan found that even though he had some ideas, he did not seem to have enough strength to promote some plans.

Feeling that I haven't gone outside for a few days, Ye Fan walked out of the palace and planned to change her mind a little.

The city of innocence has been wrapped in silver and white.

Ye Fan came to the courtyard where a resident of Zhenbei Hou lived, just to see a family eating a hot pot.

Ye Fan was crying and laughing. When he asked, he knew that it was the blue rain that was arranged by the ancient scorpion.

"Big brother, listen to your nephew and say that you were very excited that day and ran in. Is it a way to defeat Ye Xuanguang?" Ye Hang asked with great expectation.

"Aircraft, don't bother your big brother, hurry to take a bowl over", Ji Suxin distressed his eldest son.

Ye Fan sat down for a while and found that the situation was a bit wrong. There was something missing on the scene.

"Mom, how can Qinger come to eat," Ye Fan asked.

"That gimmick, playing with the dumplings in the back, it seems that the dumplings are not in a good mood recently, and there is no appetite for eating," said Ji Suxin.

Ye Fan does not believe, "Is this lazy bear still in a bad mood? The world is destroyed, and it will not have no appetite."

Although he did not believe it, Ye Fan still cares about this partner who saved him several times, so he got up and went to the backyard.

Sure enough, Ye Qingqing was sitting on the steps and watching the dumplings play in the yard.

"Big brother, what are you going to do with the dumplings? I am playing snowballs here every day, and I don’t like to eat meat." Ye Qingqing pouted, worried.

Ye Fan frowned, looking at the small body of the dumpling, using two small short legs, clumsily pushing the snowball, the more rolling.