Way of Choices

The weirdo who climbed out of the graveyard was a black robe.

Her method is indeed true, actually deceived everyone.

Yes, this tomb is not an altar used to contact the Holy Light Continent, but only a means to divert the devil's attention.

But this cemetery is indeed an altar.

Those nobles who were used to make sacrifices did not sacrifice to the Holy Light Continent, but to the abyss to help her resurrect.

This evil method is the biggest secret that she can live for so many years and is difficult to be killed or caught.

She has done this kind of thing twice in the past few hundred years.

At the same time as she established a space channel with the Holy Light Continent, she did not forget to arrange her own way.

So Chen Changsheng broke into the sacred, Su Li's sword came to heaven, it really made her very disappointed, extremely painful, but not so desperate.

As long as they are alive, there is a chance to make a comeback.

At that time, she was ready to be killed by the strong human race, just waiting to be resurrected through the altar.

Who would have thought that Wang Zhicai was not going to kill her, but only wanted to imprison her in the Galan Temple, and even he did not hesitate to turn his face with the human powers.

This matter is really ridiculous.

The black robe was not moved, just anxious.

Demon King felt her emotions, so she tried to help Liu Qing kill her.

Nominally, he wanted to live and die with her, but it was not.

Although at that time the devil did not know what the black robe wanted to do.

It can only be said that the devil really loves her.

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The wind screamed and the snow moved slightly.

Her eyes fell on the snow and saw the little golden blood remaining in the snow.

Those are the blood of Mo Shuai.

Mo Shuai is her most trusted companion.

The body she uses now is selected by the devil and put into the tomb by herself.

Black robe knows what happened to Moshuai.

She is deeply sorry for this.

Until the end, Mo Shuai didn't know that she had deceived herself, she wanted to destroy Mozu together.

The black robe squatted down, reached into the snow and dipped some golden blood that had already changed color, reached to the nose and sniffed, and then kissed.

She stood up and walked over the snow slope.

She stayed in the tomb for many days, and she dared not come out until it was determined that the alert of the Terran Army had been relaxed.

These days, she has eaten nothing but Xueshui and has to endure the torture of the cold, so she is very weak now.

The most important thing is that she needs to practice again now, and it takes tens of days to be self-protective. As for the restoration to the level of the heyday, I am afraid it will take decades.

She slowly walked to the top of the snow slope, looking at the snow field in the distance, with a smile on her slightly rotten lips.

Thinking of the severe cold and hunger she has endured these days, she feels that she is really an amazing avenger.

In the snowfield, she prepared a lot of hiding places, as well as food, as long as she can get there, she can usher in temporary safety.

She won't return to Snow Old Town until she recovers her strength. No, she will return directly to her long-lost country in the south.

She had already figured out what to do at that time. The humans who defeated the Devil Race completely will inevitably fall into internal battles again, whether between the North and the South, or between the court and the Palace, between the Human Race and the Demon Race, and even the pair of teachers There will be new conflicts between the brothers.

This is a historical necessity and a regular weapon she will use.

Revenge will continue.

Black robe looked back at the old town of Xue, with a touch of emotion.

The story is generally written like this, and it will have an open ending, waiting for a new chapter to appear many years later.

But today this story is different.

Black robe prepared to go down the hillside and disappear into the vast snowfield.

Just at this time, a piece of snow swelled up and then spread out.

A very tall demon stood up from the snow, and the shadow fell on the black robe's face.

Black robe only glanced at it and determined that it should be a member of the huge Guye family.

The problem is that this Demon Race is dead, it's a corpse, but it hasn't rotted because of the cold weather recently, like a zombie.

How could a zombie stand up from the bottom of the cemetery and pounce on itself?

He looked at the corpse that was getting closer and closer, his eyes narrowed, and he wondered what the **** was this?

If it was before, the black robe only needs to flick the sleeves, or even just a glance, to turn this body into powder.

But now she is very weak, and she is very weak. She doesn't have this ability at all. She can't do it if she wants to avoid it.

boom! The tall demon corpse pressed directly on the black robe and pressed her onto the snow.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or an intention. There was a hard stone in the snow, just on her neck.

A crackling sound.

The black spine of the black robe was broken, and the blood flowed out slowly, gradually staining the red snow.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at the dark sky, full of anger and despair, and there was a moment of confusion.

At this time, she couldn't even blow away the snow that was about to fall in her eyes, let alone push away the heavy Demon corpse.

She can only helplessly wait for death to come.

After a while, the heavy Demon corpse rolled over to itself.

With a snort, a crack appeared in the chest and abdomen of the corpse, and a person slowly crawled out of it.

The man was wearing very thin clothes, blood and stains all over his body, very thin, pale, and smelly.

I don't know if I used up my last effort. The man gasped heavily and lay motionless on the snow, beside the black robe.

Black robe turned around with some difficulty, looked at him and asked, "Who are you?"

The man's voice was very low and hoarse because he hadn't drank water for days.

"My name is folded sleeve."

The black robe knew who the folded sleeve was and was silent.

The cold wind roared across the snow slope, and a cavalry passed in the distance. No one noticed that on the top of the snow slope, two people were lying side by side quietly.

If someone looks down from a high altitude, or think this picture is a bit beautiful, they are like a martyr couple.

Unfortunately, this is not true.

Not knowing how long it took, the black robe sighed faintly and asked, "How do you know?"

The natural question is how to guess how she would borrow the dead body from the cemetery to resurrect.

Folded sleeves said: "I don't know what you want to do, but when I came to this cemetery, I just saw you there."

At that time, the Terran Army was about to break through the old town of Xue. At such a tense moment, the injured black robe and the mood came to this cemetery, which shows that this cemetery is very important to her.

The black robe said: "So you have been waiting for me to come back here?"

Folded sleeves said: "Yes."

Black robe said: "Don't you think about it, your idea may be wrong?"

That night she was killed by Liu Qing in the Demon Hall, and the soul escaped with the power of the altar, but she did not rush to leave, and was very cautiously hiding in the cemetery for dozens of days.

She couldn't figure out who could be more patient than herself.

What's more, folding sleeves makes no sense to endure so many days in this cemetery for an inference.

Folded sleeves said: "I don't need me elsewhere, I'm suitable for doing things to fill in the gaps."

The black robe said: "If I never show up? Will you wait forever? Until it turns into a real zombie?"

Folded sleeves said: "No, when you confirm that you will not return here, I will naturally leave."

Black robe asked: "How do you confirm?"

Folded sleeves said: "When hunting, the most important thing is not experience, but intuition."

Black robe said: "What if your intuition is wrong?"

Folded sleeves said: "It is not always possible to catch prey every time you hunt, just come again next time."

The black robe thought about it and said, "It makes sense."

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The news of the re-emergence of the folded sleeve soon spread to Kyoto, and with it came the more secret news.

Until he saw the contents of the letter, Chen Changsheng didn't realize that the black robe did not die, and then died in the hands of the folded sleeves-this matter was not disclosed, because the folded sleeves said clearly in the letter that he did not need to be like this For all considerations, this episode should not have happened.

Therefore, Liu Qing still thought that the black robe died under his own sword, and felt that there was no more professional pursuit. After confirming that the court and the palace did not need him to inquire about Cao Yunping’s news, he was very witnessed by Archbishop Xu Yourong and Eucalyptus. Quietly ended his killer career and began his later life.

Chen Changsheng went to Beibing Masi Hutong and met with King Chen Liu.

At this time, Chen Liuwang naturally had no need to hide any more, with a little arrogance in peace, without any consciousness of being a prisoner. Looking at this friend who was very familiar but with a strange face, Chen Changsheng finally understood why Tang 36 did not like him.

——Chen Liu Wang is a very calm and sober person, he lives very clearly, knowing what he wants to pursue in his life, so his desires will appear very bright and upright, and can also be understood as naked, and finally appear It is calm, and this is Tang 36's most disgusting hypocrisy.

Chen Liuwang looked at Chen Changsheng's eyes and said, "In other history, maybe I won in the end."

Chen Changsheng said: "Maybe, because there is no me in that history."

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Four years ago, the small courtyard in Beibing Masi Hutong replanted a begonia tree.

Two years ago, the restoration project of Tianshuling was officially completed. The river embankments and bluestone roads that were destroyed in the Great War more than a decade ago and the conflict ten years ago were all repaired. With the ingenuity of craftsmen, there is no special new feeling, and some mean old and old.

Looking at Qinglin, Wang Po thought of Xun Mei.

He embarked on Shinto, and no one stopped him.

The pavilion has collapsed and has not been rebuilt, the history is dead, and there are no tomb-keepers here.

He walked to the top, looked at the wordless stele, and remained silent for a long time.

He turned to look at Kyoto under the mausoleum, and finally his sight fell on the imperial palace.

It's cool in autumn.

He turned and left.

Never visited Kyoto again.

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Chen Changsheng came to the palace and told the rest of the news of Wang Po's departure.

The expression of the rest of the people remained unchanged, but the expressions of Heming God and the ministers were significantly relaxed.

After people withdrew, Yu Talent made his own comment on this matter or Wang Po.

"He is so cherished, so is the true countryman."

Chen Changsheng's mood was a little heavy, and Wang Po's departure reminded him of the life of a business firm.

"Master also wants to do one thing in his life. Now if he is still alive, he will definitely be very happy, but maybe... he will be empty."

"Maybe."

The others didn't finish their words, looked at the piece of paper on the case, and shook their heads, saying: "The pen is wrong, rewrite it a hundred times."

The little Taoist, who was very resistant to calligraphy lessons, was full of water, and looked at Chen Changsheng pitifully, shouting: "Brother..."

When I was in the old temple in Xining Town, if Yu Ren and Chen Changsheng made mistakes in the silent book, they must be punished.

In this picture, Chen Changsheng saw too much. He reached out and touched the head of the little Taoist, and said with a smile: "He is a big brother, and I have to listen to him."

Yu Ren said: "So, it is a very nice thing to leave at the right time."

This is to answer the sentence that Chen Changsheng just made.

Because of the suddenness, Chen Changsheng was stunned before answering.

"Yes."

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