Museum of Demons

The collision of the gun and the sword made a loud sound like thunder.

The king with guns.

It's like a different person.

Strength, skill, all make no difference.

But oppression is rising unparalleled.

Wei Yuan let out a breath of turbid air, and the Chang'an sword in his hand screamed again this time. After the iron eagle sword shattered, the spirit of the iron eagle sword flew into the Tang sword at that time, and turned into this new sword. Yuan and Xiang Hongyu, or Xiang Yu, confronted each other.

Without forcing the use of force to suppress.

The sword can no longer easily restrain the gun.

Yu Ji watched the situation nervously.

Bai Ze squatted there, poured a basin of water, matched the ingredients on the spot, and re-dyed his hair. As for why he didn't use magic.

The mana has to be maintained for a long time. It's too tired. In Bai Ze's opinion, it always maintains a state of change, which is no different from a long-term levator **** exercise. It's better to dye it and say casually:

"Don't look at it, even if the momentum returns, but its physical quality is by no means at the level of the age of the gods, it is impossible to be the potter's opponent, after all... the eternal bravery of the first person in the military situation; Sword, it is difficult to distinguish the upper and lower from the two strictly speaking."

"But at this time, of course, it is very clear to win or lose, and a swordsman who is good at fighting alone against a commander who has no soldiers or mounts is simply bullying."

"Hurgh... How many gold cards did King Yu save in the world? Even the guy who was living mud back then was upgraded from a gray card to a gold card, but there is no shortcut to get power, so he should have eaten it too. A lot of hardships, but speaking of it, King Yu, King Yu..."

"Does he have a good brain?"

"No, King Yu should have the same type of thigh as Xuanyuan."

Bai Ze pondered.

good brain?

Just kidding, where's the brain?

Why do you know so much, it is naturally because you have tried to hug your thighs.

With Bai Ze's temperament, a second guy similar to Xuanyuan appeared in the world. How could he not join in the fun?

It was only when he was going to sneak out and hug King Yu's thigh.

Saw the witch girl.

And then, no more.

Now even white hair can't compare.

After that, it was hard to find that King Yu was acting alone and wanted to get over.

As a result, after the heroic warrior found him, he ran over with a rope and madly laughing.

"Yuan, Qi, make a fire!"

"I've never seen it before!"

"dinner's ready!"

Meeting King Yu once was like meeting Taotie.

His Nuwa's.

Scared Bai Ze to have nightmares for several months.

As for the outcome of this confrontation.

Bai Ze was right.

Wei Yuan stepped back, the air above the Chang'an sword in his palm rose violently, and handed the sword in his left hand to his right.

The Overlord, who has not yet reached the real peak, is still a little immature. His current skills are proficient, and his pure physical fitness and vitality are not as good as those of his opponents when they fought in the Chu army camp. Wei Yuan made a comparison in his heart.

The blade of the sword pressed against the ground, and the backhand suppressed the blade of the spear.

"Wait a while, let's go to Laojie for a hot pot."

The sword in the palm is cut out.

The sword that belongs to the highest peak in the world erupts.

A sword light cold the fourteen states.

Victory, clear.

……………………

Jingle.

The museum was pushed away.

The environment outside is still a bit cold, but the room is still warm, and it is still a cabinet that shows poverty. It is the kind of doors and windows that have cracked and peeled off the green paint caused by the wind and the sun in the past 30 to 50 years.

The water ghost lazily played cards with the long ride.

The girl painter is frantically rushing the manuscript, and the deadline is coming, so it has to be done.

Xiaoqing was not there either.

She was forcibly dragged into the house by the painter, and she changed all kinds of clothes as a model. From time to time, there would be shouts of frustration, such as why, why did I die? My waist is not as thin as yours.

For example, the snake's waist is thin, this is cheating at all, cheating!

How can you have such a thin waist? !

It is said that everything from maid costumes to Lolita to Hanfu has been changed over and over again.

In the whole museum, it is still the same as before. It is different from the future of Hetu Luoshu, which makes Jue relieved. The Taiqi Mountain God behind him is holding a pile of food, all of which are hot pot cooking ingredients. I eat meaty monks, so there are also mushroom soup bases and tomato soup bases in small pots.

"I was just talking about going to buy more food, Miss Jue, are you back now?"

Wearing an apron for cooking, Yuanjue greeted him in surprise, took the dishes from the Taiqi Mountain God, and felt the power contained in the other person's human body. The Taiqi Mountain God raised his eyebrows and was a little surprised. The power seems to be stronger than before?

"Miss Jue?"

"Miss Jue? Are you okay?"

After Yuanjue called several times, the girl over there was in a trance and came back to her senses.

As always, he nodded with a smile and said, "It's nothing."

Yuanjue smiled honestly, clasped his hands together, and said, "That's fine. If your heart is still restless, you can take a good rest." When the monk got up, Jue seemed to see another figure in a trance. Qianfan's old monk, his eyes are gentle.

There is a tombstone in front.

The old monk turned back and said something.

"The poor monk's lifespan should be exhausted, and he will come to visit his old friend today."

"Yes?"

"...Master, you said, this life is over, but is there another life to talk about?"

The real Buddhist cultivation does not cultivate in the afterlife, but the old monk with a very high cultivation level, with a hint of complexity and compassion, smiled and said with certainty:

"There will be."

When Jue blinked, the illusion disappeared. Not only was the mist and rain hazy somewhere, someone's tomb, an old monk who didn't know where it was, and there was an old but warm yellow light in front of him, a tall and fit man. Shuo, a great monk whose realm of Buddhism reaches directly to the indestructible King Kong.

"A Shui, come and help."

"Xiaoqing, go and call Bai... Doctor Bai."

"Who's going to lay down the tablecloth?"

"I don't want to shop."

"Then whoever spills the oil bowl and sesame paste on the table will clean it up by himself."

There was a lot of noise. Compared with those high-level officials in the world of practice, what are the rules and regulations? The life in this museum is heavier. Practice is indeed important, but if you ask the great monk, or Ask the water ghosts, you can get the answer that practice is important, but eating is also important, sleeping is also important, and happy water is equally important.

The goddess put away the jade book.

"Is it too tired?"

"Or is it too stressful?"

The girl rubbed her brows, puzzled. There were always pictures that seemed to be surging from the bottom of her heart, but it was not the kind of situation where she was manipulated and interfered maliciously. Instead, she seemed to have forgotten something. She was forced to change her clothes on the second floor, and Xiaoqing, who was wearing a warm-toned skirt, covered her face and ran out.

Jue was stunned.

In a trance, the Jiangnan Water Village appeared in front of me, a girl who jumped out of Tsing Yi.

Looking back, she seemed to see the lady of the medical clinic in white clothes with a gentle and gentle face walking across the bluestone slab on the bridge. She was dressed in red clothes, holding a sword in her right hand, holding a black horse, and the sound of hooves ticking. A, misty and rainy, walking across the bridge in the south of the Yangtze River, passing by the lady in white.

Jue reached out his hand subconsciously.

The hazy picture of the misty rain shattered, and the gentle lady in white with black hair and black hair without makeup changed into an intellectual modern woman wearing a light gray turtleneck sweater and a doctor's white coat, and also stretched out her hand to cover Jue's The hands and tentacles were cold, and the tone was warm: "Is Miss Jue unwell?"

"I feel like you're a little lost today, are you too tired recently?"

Bai Suzhen smiled slightly, with an intellectual temperament.

She is about 1.73 meters tall, and the loose turtleneck sweater can hardly hide her plump curves.

Pressed backhand.

Pity.

Well, not Ximai.

But will the goddess also have a happy pulse?

The white lady was thoughtful, she retracted her right hand and put it in the pocket of her white coat. As a cold-blooded animal, she has been suppressed for too long, coupled with the lack of opportunity, at this moment, although the virtuousness is actually high, but the snake is close to the dragon, On the contrary, Xiaoqing has become a dragon.

Unfortunately, Xiaoqing Hualong shed its skin.

Just turned into a kid.

From one meter seven to one meter five.

And judging from the growth rate of dragon species, it is estimated that it will not be able to break through one meter six in a few hundred years.

Although Xiaoqing is secretly drinking milk every day, guaranteeing practice, plus eight hours of sleep.

didn't work either.

"Is it really too sleepy?"

Jue hesitated a bit, sat on the sofa and looked inside himself, but couldn't find out where it came from. He could only confirm that this was definitely not an evil method. As the Kunlun Heaven and Earth, Jue was almost immune to all evil techniques. It seems that because the museum is more at ease here, she fell asleep unknowingly.

In the dream, I saw a scene of trance.

It's just blurry, and it seems that someone is standing in the way.

"Oh, Jue catch fast..."

"To me, the Jiangye robbers, they are a piece of shit. Every scene in Jiangnan, the old man selling charcoal, the little girl who sells flowers, the little brother who makes soup cakes, these are the Great Song Dynasty. It makes me feel that the days of the Song Dynasty are also enjoyable."

There is a familiar stranger dangling in front of him.

Take off the stars.

Talk about the red dust, talk about the fireworks in the world.

And the last appointment never came.

I just don't know why, the scenes in this dream are all clearly and powerfully, but the guy who is blocking the road on the street and takes himself to watch the world at night, the guy who didn't make the appointment in the end, can't really see it all the time. .

No matter how hard you try, it's like a fog.

After Jue woke up from sleep, she sat there thinking hard for a long time and couldn't recall it.

It's just such a strange stalk in my heart, watching it first, and suddenly it's behind.

Going to leave it alone.

Rotating in front of her eyes again.

But if you think about it carefully, you get nothing.

Finally, I always felt as if I had figured it out clearly, but it was always close, which made me very frustrated and aggrieved.

Unconsciously thinking about it for a full hour.

The street lights came on outside, and it was rare that it snowed again. This seemed to be the influence of the recovery of spiritual energy. In the past, there was no such heavy snow here. The girl was thinking hard, and she always felt that she had to catch the thoughts that flew away. Who was it, who was it in the past?

Whose Jiangnan, whose Dao, who invited, and who did not come in the end?

Can't remember, can't figure it out.

Who is it, who is it?

Yes……

Jingle.

Suddenly, the museum was pushed open, snowflakes swept in, the girl raised her head subconsciously, and saw the returning youth from Weiyuan ~www.NovelMTL.com~ who went out early in the morning. Suddenly, the blurred faces suddenly became clear.

"I, I can't drink anymore, I can't."

The drunken water ghost got up, his eyes were hazy, a car on the old street drove past with its high beams on, the lights came on and off, there was an old mirror on one side of the museum, and when Jue's compressed memory was released again The stupor caused by it finally spread out.

The mirror is reflected in the mirror, like an illusion. It seems to be the south of the Yangtze River. The monks behind it are gentle. The lady in the medical clinic in white takes her sister's hand and walks across the stone bridge. The rain does not stop, and the bluestone floor is washed away. .

Next to it is an old tree tied with red satin.

The vendors left scattered.

'It's raining so hard, how did it come? ’

‘Alas, bitterness, hurry up, hurry up. ’

The merchants and pedestrians in the surrounding background walked into a blur like white fog, the rain beat on the bluestone bricks, and after a while, only a quiet area was left, and only the girl was left.

The girl in the rain, Cha Kuai, was dazed, and finally the returnee, who was waiting for it, was stunned, and then smiled naturally and warmly:

"I'm back."

………………

On the old street, the two stopped.

The overlord of Western Chu was holding wine in his right hand.

Wu An Junbai raised his left hand and held the wine.

Snowflakes seem to be stagnant in the void.

PS: Today's second update....... Jiangnan chapter, officially ended, sprinkle flowers, the return of the beloved.

Happy Laba Festival everyone.

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