Way of Choices

Teng Xiaoming and Liu Xiaowan were standing on the periphery of the grassland, looking at the round sun hanging far above the horizon. Liu Xiaowan said: "I heard that the sun in the grassland will never set, so it is called the sunless grassland... But what I don’t understand is that if no one can come out of the grassland alive, then the sun that does not set is Who saw it?"

Teng Xiaoming smiled generously and did not speak. He knew that his wife did not really ask anything, but that she was in a bad mood.

"Actually let the wolf cub carry the man into the grassland... even if he will die inside, what shall we do? Do we have to wait forever? How can we be sure that he is dead?"

Liu Xiaowan glanced at Teng Xiaoming, thinking that he would take his husband’s overbearing cultivation as his master. If he was outside Zhou Yuan, he would not be able to catch up with a poisoned wolf boy for so long, of course, earlier At that time, Chen Changsheng must have been killed long ago. In order to enter Zhou Garden, the price paid by their husband and wife was too heavy.

Teng Xiaoming knew what his wife was thinking, reached out and gently stroked her hair, comfortingly said, "I am willing."

No one knows that the task of the Mozu infiltrating Zhou Garden this time was requested by the couple of demon-generals, because... they are tired of the endless war with humans and want to leave the army and return Old pastoral. However, they are very clear that His Majesty the Demon King will definitely not agree to his request. In the entire Demon Realm, only the military master can help them achieve their wishes.

So they found the military division, and then the military division asked them to go to Zhouyuan to do this well-for this reason, they forcibly landed, and at least lost two hundred years of Shouyuan, but if it can be completed, they should hand in the pastoral, Well, as Teng Xiaoming said, they are willing.

They are powerful magic generals in Juxing Middle Realm. Even if they descend to Tongyou, they still have the fighting ability unmatched by the practitioners of Tongyou Realm. Those who once climbed the peak, then walked among the hills, walking naturally and freely. In other words, with the exception of Xu Yourong, these human practitioners in Zhou Yuan can all be easily killed.

It's just that they didn't expect that Nanke's maid pair would cause so many troubles because of the struggle, and they didn't even think that the human teenager named Chen Changsheng actually had so many precious magical tools on his body. The powerful ability and will shown by the sleeves also exceeded their budget, and they successfully ran into the sunless grassland.

Although entering the grassland is definitely a dead end, it was not killed by them after all.

Here is the edge of the outer periphery of the grassland. The round of red sun seems to never fall, but it actually just slows down. As time goes by, two-thirds of the sun is swallowed by the endless weeds in the eyes, and the sky becomes Even more bleak, Liu Xiaowan said: "Let's wait a while to see the situation, let's eat first."

Teng Xiaoming hummed very honestly, put down the heavy load on his shoulder, took out the dry wood and masonry and started to build a fire. Liu Xiaowan took out this year's new rice and Qingquan from Yuquan Mountain, and began to prepare rice for cooking. However, after watching the water flowing from the bottom of the pot, I remembered that when I was on the lakeside, this big iron pot was Chen Changsheng's sword pierced.

Liu Xiaowan was stunned and always had a gentle and kind face, and finally there was a trace of annoyance: "Don't Chen Changsheng know that smashing the pot and destroying the stove is the heaviest hatred in the mainland?"

Teng Xiaoming smiled generously and said, "We are going to kill him. Where can he take care of this?"

Liu Xiaowan hummed like a girl, displeased and said: "In short, this hatred I remember, if the two girls still can't kill him, I won't make him feel better."

Teng Xiaoming comforted and said: "After returning to our hometown, we will not fight with people anymore, smashing pots and selling iron. It is also good to get some money."

After saying this, he took another pot out of the basket, took the rice in her hand and started washing it, preparing to steam rice.

"What food to eat at night?" Liu Xiaowan asked.

Teng Xiaoming looked into the grassland, listening to some faint noises, and hesitantly said: "There should be a lot of monsters in it. I'll go in and catch two? Don't go too far, it should be fine."

"For food adventure...We are not birds, nor humans." Liu Xiaowan said angrily, and then walked to the basket, picked for a long time, found a thing, picked it up and said: "When I left, I left the waiter Brought her left hand, steamed it on the rice rack, dipped in Zigong chili water?"

Previously at the lake, in the name of fairness, she severed a hand from the dignified woman.

That hand, now held by her in her hand, still has some blood on the broken part.

Teng Xiaoming took the broken hand, rinsed it with spring water, lifted the lid of the pot, added a layer of steamer, found another porcelain plate, and put it in.

"Shuang Shi is close to the spirit body. The aura in this hand is too full, so I'm afraid it's not easy to digest." He thought for a while and said, "Still don't use chili water, just wait for some apricot grass."

He always cooks at home, and Liu Xiaowan is not very good at these, and naturally has no opinion.

The water in the pot has not been boiled, and the two teenagers in the grassland did not know whether they died or not.

Liu Xiaowan and Teng Xiaoming sat side by side on a stone outside the grassland, watching the sunset sinking at a very slow speed.

"It hasn't been this way for a long time."

"Ok."

"Thirty-three years ago, you were a soldier, how could you have the courage to ask me to watch the sunset together?"

"Um... lost with my colleagues."

Liu Xiaowan glared at him and said, "You are finally willing to tell the truth."

Teng Xiaoming thought about it and said honestly: "I have admitted 441 times."

Liu Xiaowan ignored him, leaned on his shoulder, looked at the sunset in the distance, and said with satisfaction: "It's really beautiful."

After thinking for a while, Teng Xiaoming decided to lie here and said, "Well."

Liu Xiaowan looked away, and said, "After returning home, we can sit and watch the sunset like this every day."

Teng Xiaoming thought for a while and felt that he could not continue to lie, otherwise he would have some hard work in the future, and honestly said: "It will get tired."

Liu Xiaowan raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Look at me for a long time, and I will get tired."

Teng Xiaoming didn't need to think about it or lie, sincerely said: "No."

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No matter how beautiful she is, if she just looks at her beauty, she will get bored someday.

Chen Changsheng doesn't have this kind of life experience yet, but he has a say in seeing the sun, because he never looks bored. When he woke up at five in the morning every day, the sky was still bright. After washing and cleaning up, standing under the plum or by the temple or by the lake or the big banyan tree, watching the sun rise as usual, was his happiest thing. .

At night he basically sleeps, he is very new to night, and for that reason, he doesn’t like night,

Whether it is a good night or a cold night, he does not like any night, whether he walks gently or enters angrily, he does not want it.

He is afraid of dying because he does not want to die.

He is not afraid of dying because he has thought about dying countless times.

So before he died, he could always unleash an unimaginable force.

Heilong once saw it.

The Queen Mother had seen it.

Gou Hanshi saw it.

Now, his enemies saw that power.

Liang Xiaoxiao had a sword wound on his shoulder and blood was dripping.

The two powerful demon beauties had sword marks all over their bodies, and there was no smile on their faces, only seriousness and seriousness.

Chen Changsheng held an umbrella in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, and his face was pale and bloodless, and True Yuan was exhausted.

But his expression was still serious.

From the beginning to now, he has always been so serious.

At this time, he should live alive seriously and show him death.

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(At the end of the month, I'm very serious about asking everyone to vote for the monthly ticket and recommended ticket. Thank you. In addition, I always feel particularly desperate for the poem used for Star Trek...)

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