The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　 "Brother, Mr. Wu, you can eat."

　　 A loud scream, like a yellow oriole coming out of the valley, resounded in a house in Qingsong Town, Ganzhou, and then there were two more bowls and chopsticks in the yard, carrying food.

　　 Today’s weather is very good and the sun is shining, so the little girl Tie Lan and her sister-in-law moved the dining table to the yard together, and gave the former Shield Mountain Lieutenant Tie Zhu, who was still recovering, a breath of fresh air and the sun.

Yesterday, Great Sharp celebrated the same day. Qingsong Town was no exception. Mr. Wu was highly respected in the town, so these unprocessed ingredients were sent to Tie Zhu’s house in a hurry, and he had not finished eating for a few days. So this lunch in this yard is extremely rich.

Elder Wu pushed the door from outside, pacing up, his face was full of spring breeze, but the pace was still a little stumbling, covering his head with one hand, and holding the door with the other. The snow-white beard and hair also looked a little messy. Seeing this, the little girl Tie Lan hurried forward to help. .

During the celebration, the old man cried and laughed and drank. The three sturdy men couldn’t stop him, so he was carried back to the house at the end. He woke up at noon until this afternoon, but he was old and drunk. My son, with a splitting headache, I saw a tower-like figure coming out of the house, and said leisurely:

　　 "Tie Zhu, how is it, is the injury better today?"

　　 "It's much better, the wounds have all healed, but the body still needs some time to recover."

　　 The former Shield Mountain Army Iron Tower Lieutenant sat down on the dining table, then moved a chair to the old man and continued to speak:

　　 "Master, you have to do what you can. I can smell alcohol all over my body from far away."

　　 "Isn't this fun? I can't help but greet a few more cups. Even if I just fall into the ground, then I am worth it.

　　 As soon as the voice fell, the little girl Tie Lan poked out a small head from the kitchen, with a serious look on her small face, she said loudly:

　　 "I can't do it, I can't do it, I have hidden the wine in our house, you two drunkards, drink tea and cultivate your character during this period."

　　 Mr. Wu poured a glass of boiling water into the cup in front of him, then raised his hand and drank it extremely boldly, and responded unconvinced:

　　 "As long as there is wine in my heart, tea is also wine, you can stop me from drinking, but you can't prevent me from becoming a soul under wine."

　　 "Master, you are not ashamed."

　　 Little Tielan made a face, then shook her head vigorously and said:

"The poem that Mr. Storyteller said, I don’t know the taste of the wine at first taste, and I know that drinking it is the soul of the wine, but I secretly tasted the wine, it is very spicy, not delicious at all, and I don’t know what you drink What is it?"

　　 The cute look with frowning brows made everyone laugh, and even the gentle-tempered wife of Tie Zhu couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

　　 After everyone sat down, the little girl Tie Lan hopped to another room in the house, and then carefully led a teenager out of it, and then took him to sit at the dining table.

　　 The boy's clothes were changed to a coarse cloth jacket unique to Ganzhou, but his eyes were covered with a piece of silk, his expression still demented, like a fool.

　　While the rest of the people were eating, the little girl brought rice porridge to the boy’s voice, scooped out a spoon, took a breath, and then looked at the latter’s expressionless face, gently speaking:

　　 "Little blind man, we have dinner."

　　 After everyone finished their lunch, Mr. Wu chatted with Tie Zhu as usual. He watched the young girl who was still sitting and standing in dementia after being fed by the little girl. He couldn't help but say:

　　 "This child is really pitiful, not to mention blindly, the whole person is also delirious, confused, fortunately, I met Xiao Lan, otherwise how to survive in this icy and snowy Ganzhou."

"Si Tianjian came here once, and after seeing it, I went back. I was recovering some time ago. I can barely see this young man in the past few days, but for some reason, I always feel that this young man is It looks familiar, it looks like a person."

　　 After the strong voice of the burly iron pillar like an iron tower sounded, the old man sat up slightly, and after a cup of tea, he asked with interest:

　　 "Oh? Who is that like?"

　　 The burly man fell silent after hearing the words, narrowed his eyes, and then spit out a word:

　　 "The Grand Marshal of the Ten Thousand Army of Western Xinjiang before Great Xia, Zhenyuhou, Lin Lang!"

　　 The old man was shocked when he said this, and the boy who sat blankly heard the three words Zhen Yuhou, and seemed to have a slight reaction, and then he was calm again.

　　 While the old man and Tie Zhu were silently thinking, a young man stood under the green pine outside Qingsong Town.

　　 The young man was unkempt, his entire cheeks sunken inward because of his weight loss, and his clothes were a bit broken, but the deadly eyes in his eye sockets were filled with excitement and guilt.

The original clothes on the young man were red, bright red. He liked to wear red clothes and red armor. He wanted to be seen by his father who was standing on the top of the city to supervise the battle when he was fighting. But at this time, without changing for a long time, coupled with the daily rain erosion, the red clothes had already turned black and red, but he didn't care.

　　 He stood under the green pine, unable to take that step for a long time, he was guilty, and he had no face to face.

　　 Zhen Yuhou's second son, Lin Xiao, was taken away under his own eyes. He didn't know his life or death. As a brother, his guilt and anger had almost tore him to pieces.

　　 During this period, he followed the trajectory provided by Sitianjian, searching wildly among the hundreds of thousands of mountains in the Huwo Mountains. Now, his younger brother is in a house in this town.

　　 But he was timid.

　　 "Why don't you go in?"

　　 An abrupt voice sounded beside the young man's voice. The voice was young, but a little cold. Then a figure in a jet black robe appeared instantly. As soon as it appeared, it seemed to be carrying a dark night, even the sun above the head was hidden.

　　The little killer **** Lin Xiao was not surprised, because before he came, the two had an exchange, he just responded indifferently to the front:

　　 "I dare not, Yeichi."

"Let’s go, your Majesty told me before I came, that you can only fuse the Dao Soul until you are fully prepared, but now you, it seems that you are not fully prepared yet, but I still have a task to meet. That former Shield Mountain Lieutenant."

After 　　's words fell, the dark figure beside Lin Xiao, the little killer god, took the lead to lift his foot into Qingsong Town.

　　 Under the green pine, Lin Xiao continued to stay for a while, and his figure disappeared in place, leaving only a faint voice surrounding the place.

　　 "Father Hou-sama is the Fudo King who suppresses all evils, and I, as long as I can get revenge, and what fear is there to fall into the devil, even if I fall into the endless abyss, I have no regrets.