Way of Choices

Wang Zhice's lips showed a self-deprecating smile, his eyes sad.

On the night when the Old Snow City was just broken, and immediately after the crisis of the invasion of the Holy Light Continent was resolved, he had to face the siege of the four strong human holy domains.

"In your opinion, this is a very sad thing, and in my opinion, it is the same."

Chen Changsheng said: "I have read your notes and there are many books related to you. I really hope I haven't seen you tonight, so you are still a legend in my heart."

Wang Zhice let go of the black robe and walked down the steps, watching the crowd calmly saying, "Sorry."

The tense atmosphere was suddenly interrupted by a voice.

"I said... Could you respect me a little bit? This is my home."

The devil took two steps forward and said, "Shouldn't I be the protagonist tonight?"

Tang Thirty-six thought of the letters and said with a smile: "Tragedy often stems from awkwardness. You are still young and not awkward."

"I take this as a compliment."

The devil looked at him seriously and turned to look at the black robe, and said sincerely: "Are you really going to leave with this man?"

Black robe lowered his head slightly, and showed a sad smile on his lips. Although his face was strange blue, he still had a strange beauty.

The demon's eyes became hotter and said, "I won't let you go!"

The wind rose for no reason, and Wang Zhicai didn't see how to move, so he returned to the stage and choked the devil's throat.

A magic instrument fell on the demon's feet and shattered.

Just now he used this magic weapon to aim at the black robe, but he didn't have time to fire it, so he was restrained by Wang Zhi.

The devil's face was flushed, he was almost breathless, but he kept smiling.

Wang Zhice slowly let go of his hand, and his face became pale.

The black robe fell to the ground and was dead.

A seemingly ordinary sword penetrated her body and directly destroyed her ghost palace.

It is a man in Tsing Yi who holds the sword.

The Tsing Yi people have been hiding in the shadow of the devil, until they found the previous opportunity, they shot up.

Even with the help of the devil, even if Wang Zhicai's attention is on Wang Po and others, and he can kill people in the face of Wang Zhicai, the Tsing Yi people are certainly not ordinary assassins.

He is the world's first assassin, Liu Qing.

Chen Changsheng and Wang Po looked at each other.

All three people in the wind and rain of Xunyang City have arrived.

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The black robe died like this.

Wang Zhice stood quietly in front of her, not knowing what she was thinking.

In the end, he didn't shoot.

He picked up the body of the black robe and walked outside the demon hall, and soon disappeared.

Tang Thirty-six said to the devil: "Thank you."

The devil said: "I said I love her. I can't be born on the same day and the same month in the same year, or at least die on the same day and the same month in the same year."

Tang Thirty-six said: "Can't stand you."

The devil smiled and said, "No need to suffer anymore, goodbye."

Chen Changsheng said seriously: "Go well."

Tang Thirty-six walked off the wheelchair with some difficulty and said to him: "Go slowly."

Into the magic flame like night, the devil's body gradually became nothingness.

Until the last moment, he still had a smile on his face, a little contented and a little weird, not sure what it meant.

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Snow is falling, and snowflakes are floating around in the night sky.

Those light debris are still floating in the night sky, like fireworks.

Wang Zhice held the black robe and left the old snow town.

Half city fireworks, half city snow.

On the snowy hill in the distance, a black sheep looked quietly at this side.

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The night will eventually pass, and the dawn will surely come.

The rebels were finally defeated and escaped from Kyoto. The Pingbei battalion joined forces with the Yulin Army and began to chase down.

Xuanyuan Po handed over the command to the human race officer and stayed at the National Academy of Education.

After a night of hard work, even the half-step sacred he suffered a lot of injuries, especially when he was besieged by the master of the Tianhai family, his left shoulder was cut with a big mouth. At that time, the blood flow was like a waterfall, even he felt a bit Strange, why don't you feel dizzy by this time?

Of course, those masters of the Tianhai family died under his iron sword.

I thought that many years ago, I was beaten into a **** by Tian Haiyaer at the Qingteng Banquet.

He knew that Tian Haiyaer died three years ago, and it is said that it ended in depression.

Walking in the National College of Education, feeling the awe of the teachers and students, Xuan Yuanbo felt a little uncomfortable.

Teachers and students of the National College of Education clearly regarded him as a stranger.

He is the old man of the National College of Education, and he even seems to have a position.

The library building is much quieter, the low wall has been demolished, and the small building remains in its original condition, except for Su Moyu who has no teaching and students to live in.

Those rooms are reserved for Folded Sleeve, Tang 36, Chen Changsheng and him.

There are many trees in front of the small building, and there are more trees in the forest near the palace.

Xuanyuan broke through some memories and regrets.

He used to hit trees in the woods before, but now he dare not do it. Now he hits casually, and even thick trees will break.

Walking to the other side of the lake, Xuanyuan Po saw his most familiar building-the kitchen.

The original kitchen was destroyed by Infinite Green. Now this is a later repair, but there is no difference.

Xuanyuan broke into the kitchen, looked at the pots and pans, thinking of Chen Changsheng's request for less oil and less salt, he felt that there was a bird in his mouth, and then he thought of having eaten the boiled blue with Tang 36 for many times. The lobster was topped with rice, and the saliva was coming out again.

There is nothing to eat in the kitchen, it seems that there is no one here usually, Xuanyuan broken with some regrets.

Before leaving, he watched the neat wood pile silent for a while, and inserted the iron sword into it.

Many years ago, he habitually did this when he was cooking here.

It's just that today he is not going to take the iron sword anymore, because he wants to learn Tang 36 and Chen Changsheng.

Decades or even hundreds of years later, a bullied freshman of the National College of Education found the iron sword in the woodpile. What kind of story will happen afterwards?

In this regard, Xuanyuan is looking forward to it.

Luoluo was also very interested after hearing this and laughed.

Soon the laughter stopped, and she was not in a good mood.

Last night was very long. First of all, the emperor's uncle turned into a sun, and then, her husband talked to her in the old town of Xue, so that she should not move.

What happened in the snow old town? Since the emperor's uncle is so powerful, what are we going to do in Kyoto?

"Isn't what we do meaningless?"

She stood on the big banyan tree and watched Xuanyuan Po seriously asked.

Xuanyuan Po stood under the tree, worried that His Royal Highness would fall down and said, "You haven't climbed this tree in more than ten years, beware of slipping."

Luoluo made a grimace, skipped a branch familiarly, walked to the front of the branch, and looked at the lake.

The tree will grow, but the shape will not change too much.

"The dean said that the process is more important than the purpose, then I think... of course it makes sense for us to come to Kyoto."

Xuanyuan broke and said, "I don't actually understand the meaning of this sentence."

"You are such a stupid bear."

Luo Luo said.

Xuanyuan broke his mind that if you were not His Royal Highness, but Tang Thirty-six, then I would definitely not let you go.

Luo Luo explained: "Mr.'s meaning is very simple, we are all about to die, the purpose has been destined, then of course the process is important."

Xuan Yuanbo thought about it very seriously and said, "It seems to make sense."

Looking down at the lake, a very large koi carp was found, but I didn't know if it was the previous one.

The fat koi gradually sank towards the bottom of the lake.

Suddenly, it swayed its tail and began to swim happily back to the lake, bringing a lot of water.

Luoluo laughed happily.

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Many days later, Chen Changsheng and his party returned to Kyoto.

You can still see the traces of war between the streets, and there are many collapsed buildings. I heard that even the flower hall of the Eastern Imperial Palace has collapsed. Fortunately, no one had an accident.

The restaurant in Baihua Alley suffered heavy losses. After two autumn rains, it was still unknown where the smoke would still come from.

Instead of returning to the palace first, Chen Changsheng went directly to the State College of Education.

It didn't take long to see, but I missed it very much.

Luoluo was about to pounce into his arms, and suddenly he felt something different in his body, and his eyes widened.

Chen Changsheng nodded.

Lou Luo whispered and quickly covered her mouth, her eyes full of surprises.

Chen Changsheng rubbed her head with a smile.

Luoluo tilted his head and squinted his eyes like a little tiger, so cute.

Chen Changsheng withdrew his hand.

Luoluo was about to continue the action just before he threw himself into Mr. arms, and suddenly saw a white coat.

She quickly squeezed her smile and said seriously, "I've seen the lady."

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Xu Yourong is back, Tang 36 is back, and Su Moyu and Chu Wenbin and other teachers and students are back.

Of course, there are always people who can't come back.

Guan Feibai and Cabbage did not come to Kyoto to meet Gou Hanshi and went directly back to Lishan.

After seeing the ashes, the disciples of Lishan burst into tears and were drunk for three days.

Seven rooms are also very sad, because Brother Liang Banhu died, but she did not drink, because apart from being sad, she was more worried.

The folded sleeve did not come back.

He did not return to Lishan, nor did he return to the State College of Education, and the wolf tribe on the grassland has been looking for his news.

No one knows where he is or whether he is dead or alive.

Chen Changsheng looked at the closed door and said, "He was able to live out of Zhou Prison at that time, so he just died without reason."

Tang Thirty-six said: "I also think he is alive, because he still owes me a lot of money but not yet."

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The snowy old town ushered in the frosty winter, and heavy snow like goose feathers kept falling.

In the city, because there are enough supplies left after the death of the princes and nobles, it is not bad, and the days outside the city are very sad.

The Terran occupation army maintains the law and order in the city with strict laws, but not so much outside the city. It depends only on whether there will be food aid next spring.

There is a grassy **** in the north of the city, which is covered with thick snow. It is impossible to tell that it was once a cemetery.

There are only black monuments that occasionally show up on the snow surface, indicating the former use here.

The snow suddenly moved, gradually rising, and then the snow fell to reveal a person.

The man was wearing ragged clothes, the skin exposed outside the clothes was disgusting pale blue, exuding a strong smell of corpses, I really don't know if it was a corpse or a living person.

If the weather is not too cold, I am afraid that these corpse odors will spread far away.

The weirdo picked up the snow and slowly scrubbed his blue body, then found a black robe from the tomb under the snow and covered it.

The draped hat lifts up, can block the wind and snow, can also block the line of sight.

Vaguely, weird eyes were very cold.

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