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Accompanied by a glass of Chixia wine, the long road is long and no one returns.
The decaying beams and spider silks decorate the temples, and the rotten stones and dust whisks show the immortal power.
? I always lament the sufferings of the world, the prosperity of the half life and the sorrow of the half life.
It's better to borrow wine to get drunk today, and there is nothing right and wrong in a big dream.
In an unnamed ruined temple in Yuxia Mountain, Xu Xian stared at the line of bad poems on the wall and sighed.
It has been a day since I traveled to this world. For a whole day, he didn't move anywhere, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't do it.
Because he broke a leg.
This body is not his. The original owner was a little beggar, probably because of the hunger and cold, he reported to Lord Yan ahead of time, but the gods had no eyes, and Xu Xian, a time traveler, became a receiver.
From my memory, I know that my leg accidentally fell off the cliff and broke, and was carried by several other beggars to this ruined temple, where he was left to fend for himself.
This day and night has already drained Xu Xian's ambition. People who travel through time have some arrogance, but now it is difficult to talk about becoming famous, just wanting to eat a full meal. If this continues, he will have to follow the footsteps of a little beggar in a short time.
The poem on the wall is very free and easy, but Xu Xian can't be free and easy.
On the contrary, although the dilapidated temple is dilapidated and leaks everywhere, the roof is still strong enough to prevent the outside wind and rain from blowing in.
"In this kind of weather, no one should pass by, right?" Xu Xian sighed again. He had always hoped that someone could pass by, anyone, so that he might be able to survive, even if he just asked for a ration.
However, it is basically unreasonable for someone to pass by such a heavy wind and rain.
Xu Xian moved his neck and looked back from the entrance of the ruined temple. He stared blankly at the rotten wooden beam above his head, thinking about his previous life, licked his chapped lips, and closed his eyes. I fell asleep in a daze.
I don't know how long it took, but Xu Xian heard the sound of shouting for killing, and woke up with a jolt.
The wind and rain outside seemed to have calmed down a bit, and the thick night could be seen through the broken windows. When I listened carefully, there were indeed shouts of killing, and there were other noises, like gold and iron intersecting.
"Someone is fighting!"
Xu Xian made a preliminary judgment.
Some people screamed, the voice was shrill, as if dying.
The screams made Xu Xian wake up completely. He stared at the outside of the ruined temple, his expression full of anticipation and nervousness.
The shout of killing was very close, and it should be outside the ruined temple. After a while, after the last scream, the outside fell into silence.
This kind of extreme noise to extreme quietness represents the result of this fight.
Xu Xian's throat moved. At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and a person, no, actually two people broke into the ruined temple.
One of them was a teenager, who was carried in by another tall man. Both of them were covered in rainwater, which was also mixed with blood, dripping on the ground together.
Although a little embarrassed, it can be seen that these two people live in affluent lives, wear luxurious clothes, and wear jade hairpins. Apart from the wounds from fighting with others, they are clean.
Cleanliness represents wealth in this world.
Not to mention beggars, but ordinary family members, who can take a bath every day in this weather?
This is the judgment made by Xu Xian in an instant.
Just at this moment, the strong man who came in with the young man on his back also noticed Xu Xian, paused, and immediately looked over. At this moment, Xu Xian seemed to be stared at by a fierce tiger.
It is not an exaggeration to say that Xu Xian completely believes that as long as he moves around at this time, he may be killed by the opponent.
In this man's hand, he was still holding a knife. The cold light on the blade was glaring, and a murderous aura oozes out.
"Xian He, what's wrong?"
The boy on the strong man's back asked weakly, and the strong man replied in a low voice: "It's just a little beggar."
"Beggar?" The young man called the son didn't even look at it, but then he said something that made Xu Xian almost scold his mother.
"killed."
The young master's voice was devoid of emotion, as if it was not a person who was being killed, but a chicken.
The brawny man put down the son, raised his knife and walked towards Xu Xian. At this time, Xu Xian was trembling with fright. This kind of fear was not feigned at all.
Can't pretend either.
Although the object he crossed was a little beggar with a broken leg, butnbsp; At this moment, Xiang He stared at Xu Xian, looked up and down, and then continued to move forward.
difficult.
Xu Xian broke out in a cold sweat, but he still did not give up.
"The people outside are all dead, except you and me, no one knows that the young master is dead!"
These words made Xiang He stop again.
"Who are you?"
Xiang He finally asked a question.
Xu Xian heaved a sigh of relief. What he was most afraid of was that the other party would keep silent. As long as the other party spoke, there was a solution.
"You see, I'm just a little beggar"
"fart!"
Xiang He suddenly exploded, Xu Xian didn't see clearly at all, the figure of the other party had already turned into an afterimage, and he felt that he was approaching in an instant, and the steel knife in his hand was already on Xu Xian's neck.
The blade even cut a trace of flesh.
Life hangs by a thread.
"Beggar, how could you know so much? Tell me, were you sent by that bitch Shen Ruohua?" Xiang He's eyes were bloodshot, like a mad tiger.
On the contrary, Xu Xian is not afraid at all.
Because the opponent intends to kill him, if the blade moves an inch forward, he will definitely die.
"I don't know who Shen Ruohua is!" Xu Xian felt his neck hurt, but he couldn't move now, so he could only continue: "I'll just ask you, do you want to live?"
Xiang He stared at Xu Xian, and Xu Xian also responded to each other.
It's as if the tip of a needle is pointing at a wheat awn.
In just a few breaths, it seems as long as a year has passed. Finally, Xiang He's murderous aura weakened, and the next moment, the long knife was back in its sheath.
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