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Chu Jingtian violently licked his own, and then stunned: "Do you say that the owner is Ye Laodi, how did he send us? You must know if it is?"

His clothes were pulled by the cold cliffs. He sat there, his eyes and nose, his nose and mouth, and he said indifferently: "Don't ask, don't ask. When the master wants us to know, it will naturally tell." we."

In the heart of the cold cliff, there is also a wave of turbulent waves. He told him what it is like to be in the blink of an eye. In front of him, the two are very deep, but the old man with infinite interest and the name of Ye Wuchen’s “master”. Telling him, behind him, there must be a hidden power that belongs to him only, but no one knows.

Chu Jingtian had to mutter two sentences, and sat down honestly, asking some insignificant questions: "The old man, but also the old woman, I don't know what to call?"

"Oh, call me a green onion," said the old man, another wife: "You call your wife a chopped green onion."

Chu Jingtian quickly waved his hand: "How can this be done, you are elders."

"You are all friends of the master, our nobles, why not."

"That... I called Grand Scallion Grandpa, and the green onion grandma is good." These two old people are clearly older than his grandfather. And their names... green onions, green onions, no more than his trumpet big cow, really make him shame.

The old man was originally named Yan Guanghong. After the old lady married, she changed her name to Yan Xiaoping. It was the oldest two people in the small world under the demise of the soul. It was even older than Yan Tianwei. Under the old appearance of the two, they hide the amazing strength. Under the demise of the soul, the people of the Northern Emperor Sect there have no desire, and the practice is their first major event. Their average strength is not the other "North Emperor" who has mixed minds and ambitions. Than. The repair of these two old people is second only to Yan Tianwei among them. In that small world, it has always been said that the Yantianweiyan soul with the purest blood of the Northern Emperor has reached the peak of the **** level, and if Yan Guanghong and Yan Pingping join forces, even Yan Tianwei does not dare to neglect. .

While observing the cold cliffs and Chu Jingtian, they were also amazed at the heart. The secret channel is not a friend of the master. At a young age, it has already reached such a point, especially the one with a long sword and a stupid head. The stout boy. These two people must also have an extraordinary origin and future.

Time passed slowly in silence, and the sky outside began to darken from the sky. When the cold cliff opened its eyes from the setting, the sky began to darken. It is a difficult task to bury his mother and the wind in the morning sun, but his heart is surprisingly quiet at this time, and he does not feel any concern. This is a kind of trust that Ye Wuchen brought to him. In just two days, this feeling is getting stronger and stronger.

The wooden door was opened with a bang, and the old woman’s smiling probe came in: “Come, it’s ready.”

The sky is full of dark clouds, and the stars and moons are not seen. It also makes the night come early. Cold cliffs with coffins, and Chu Jingtian followed the two old people all the way to the west, the land under the feet is not flat, but he tried to keep the body shaking as much as possible, not for himself, but for his poor and infatuated mother.

They have been away for a long time and finally came to their goal of this trip. The cold cliff's gaze still shot sharp cold awns in the dark, and at a glance, it was less than a hundred meters ahead, and a large group of people were kept. Under the rough calculation, there were not less than one hundred people.

The two old people seem to have nothing to show, and the footsteps are still heavy, just like the two most normal old people. At this moment, Leng Ying vaguely noticed a few gaze shot toward this side, a brow, and the old man took nothing out of his arms, and a faint red light flashed in the night. And too. Those few eyes immediately disappeared, and they never looked at them again.

"Grandpa onion, green onion, grandmother in front of the cemetery of the wind? This way will be seen by them, I will go to solve these people first." Chu Jingtian said seriously.

The cold cliff caught him and shook his head. Yan Denghong laughed and said: "Reassuring, all are their own people."

"Own people?" Chu Jingtian was dumbfounded.

Sure enough, until they walked in, the guards who were in all directions, the whole body was heavily dressed, and the long-handled rifle guards did not look at them, completely when they were air. Chu Jingtian couldn't help but be amazed. He shook his hand in front of a person's eyes, but he saw that his eyes didn't move, and then pinched his face. Then he silently read: "Weird, not stone carving..."

The corner of the guard's mouth, which was pinched by his face, was slightly undetectable, and he almost had a shot in the heart.

The tomb was opened by a person with a candlelight inside. Yan Guanghong took them down the steps and said: "After the death of the wind, the gale of the wind has built this huge tomb, every year. Come to worship once. The wind is rising in the hands of the master. About ten months ago, he came to this cemetery. Although he sighed and smothered the sun, although he was helpless, he lost one of his friends and apologized. So, the owner took great risks, spent countless efforts and efforts, and finally spent half a year replacing everyone here. The owner said that the son of Feng Chaoyang is a real dutiful son, although he Hate the father, but the only father died, his heart will certainly be eager to guard him for a few days, in order to do the last filial piety. The purpose of the master is to make it easy for the son of the wind to stay here, seven days, One month or half a year..."

The cold cliffs were slightly trembled, and the chest was filled with a warm breath, and the eyelids became slightly hot. At this moment, his last bit of mustard on Ye Wuchen disappeared.

The cemetery was very deep and long. The air suppressed the tide and went inside for a long time. The old man’s footsteps finally stopped. He looked at the cold cliff and sighed long: "Oh, there are unpredictable things, I didn't expect you." The mother turned out to be..." He pointed to the coffin made of sapphire and said: "That is the place where the wind is sleeping in the sun. Go, how long do you want to stay, don't worry about being disturbed, three meals a day. Someone will send it to you, and someone will inform you on the day of the Tianchen Magic Wu Conference."

Cold cliffs looked at the sapphire coffin, quietly and slowly walked over, carefully placed the mother's coffin next to it, and then squatted heavily.

Yan Denghong turned and took a step, turned and looked at Chu Jingtian, gentle smile: "This time, you will accompany the old man."

Chu Jingtian touched his head, embarrassed to say: "I want to accompany the ice face to guard the spirit, can you send more meals every day."

Yan Guanghong stunned, hehe smiled, nodded and went out.

Chu Jingtian walked over and squatted on the side of the cold cliff. He glanced at the side of the cold cliff and asked, "Don't you leave?"

"We are friends, your parents, my uncle, my aunt, of course, I have to take a look at them. But I will be fine for a while, I will be tempered in the future." Chu Jingtian replied.

Cold Cliff saw him a few times, his eyes turned back, and he looked at the two coffins that were in front of each other, and his eyes began to drift gradually until he completely lost his focal length.

Mother, you can sleep with him after death, you should be very happy. Although the child has finally achieved a small success, but in this life has been unable to repay your parenting. I only hope that you can marry a person who hurts you and love you, so that you can never be so lonely in your next life... even if it is just an ordinary person.

The wind is rising, you are dead, but you are born with no concern and love, even if you die, there is no regrets. Although you are called unmatched God of War, countless people respect you and admire you, but you are dead, and you are willing to chase you only to my poor mother. You are a big hero, you are a street squat, you can Getting my mother's favor is the biggest blessing in your life.

The cold cliffs are motionless, like a rigid stone sculpture.

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The scandals of Lin Xiao and Queen Lin Xiu's sorrows in Tianlong City have been spreading for a whole day without signs of stopping. Instead, they have become more and more fierce under the impetus of an unknown cause, and even the streets of Tianlong City can be painted and painted. It has already been more than Tianlong City, and the surrounding towns and cities have also begun to be rumored. Until the evening, all the streets in the city were affixed with the rumors of the rumors to kill the innocent, only to calm down, but although they dare not speak brazenly in public, but it is still the biggest talk behind the discussion. Some people shunned the key points and began to sigh the world. They sighed that some of the so-called gentlemen were so dirty inside, and lamented that some people in the world were so unscrupulous and sighed that people in a certain family actually made Such a pig dog is not as good as it is... and so on.

And the dragon that has always been so suffocating does not know how many things have been broken during the day. He wants Ye Wuchen to die, but his violent state of mind still can't lose the last reason. If he tears his face, he can't kill Ye Wuchen, but Ye Wuchen has the ability to kill him. It is also impossible to sin on him because there is no evidence at all to prove that he did what he did. His anger can only be transferred to Lin Xiao, Lin Xiao must die, today did not let him die is already enough to give Lin Jia face, tomorrow, let him survive the last day, the day after, he will secretly execute. Lin Xiu, but can not kill. Lin Xiao can be secretly executed, but if the queen dies, the world will know. Then everyone knows that this "rumor" is not a rumor at all. He is a dragon, and will become the laughing stock of the people of the mainland.

Early the next morning, early in time. Today's Tianlong Hall inevitably reveals a strange atmosphere. In the past, the time of waiting for the emperor to go to the upper house was noisy, but it was extra quiet at this time. But no one is stupid enough to mention yesterday. They looked around, and now Lin has not arrived. Although Lin Biao came early, his face has always been awkward. Occasionally, the smiles are more ugly than crying. His sister and his own son are born like this, and One is still the queen of the world, and he dares to come out to see people really needs a lot of courage.

Even more so that the ministers are weird, Ye Wei, who has never been late, has not arrived.

Long Hao came late, sat down in front of the main hall, his face was as majestic as ever, and he couldn’t see the slightest difference. After the tribute of the lords, all the points were divided into two sides, the head was slightly low, and no one dared to reveal anything. Different looks. Such a humiliating thing, as long as it is a man can not afford, not to mention the king of a country. They can imagine the mood of the dragon from yesterday to the present, and do not know anything about the rational pretense.

Long Hao’s eyes were like electricity, and he swept the ministers. However, Ye Wei’s position was actually vacant, his brow wrinkled and asked: “What can you say to Zhong Aiqing?”

The sound of Long Yin has just fallen, and there is a loud response from the outside of the temple: "No Chen has something to say."

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