Finally, the enthusiasm in his heart turned into sighs, and he said with a Jingtian smile: "It's just that the martial arts is profound and profound, you need to pay attention, otherwise it will be very easy to affect the practitioners."

The vicissitudes of his face concealed the bitterness in his smile, and all he could see in Xiao Yu's eyes was a happy smile.

Come with good fortune and return with bad luck.

On the way back, Xiao Jingtian walked on the quiet path with his head drooped.

The sun is blazing.

Xiao Jingtian ignored the impact of the scorching light on him. He felt the temperature in the sun. There was only a kind of coldness in his bones.

That head of blood, under the sunlight, looked even more miserable, as if it was about to drip.

Father!

Xiao Yu!

Difficulties in Shushan!

Thousand-year catastrophe!

And his own situation!

Everything was completely restructured in his mind at this moment, and everything was connected by him. It wasn't that he thought too much, but that he didn't want to think about it before.

"Ha ha ha ha"

Finally. In the mountains and forests, he threw up his head and laughed with a startling smile. His face, which was covered with ravines like an old farmer, was filled with tears. He muttered word by word: "Thousand-year catastrophe, thousand-year catastrophe."

“I’m going to fuck your mother’s thousand-year catastrophe!”

He looks like an old farmer, but he has always been a passionate young man, at least for now.

He couldn't understand and didn't want to understand.

Lower your head again.

A trace of determination flashed in the red eyes.

maritime.

The mirage moves towards this goal at a neither fast nor slow speed.

In the past few days, except for the heavy rains before, the rest of the time has been sunny and scorching.

It was a nice day.

As the mirage advances, it gets closer and closer to the target direction.

deep.

in the room.

On the big seat.

Yue Yuan, dressed in black clothes and robe, leaned on his side on his seat, resting his head on his left hand, looking at his right hand in concentration.

The excitement is getting stronger and stronger.

Under the mask, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing an evil and savage smile.

At the end of his sight, there was a strand of pink thread wrapped around the fingertips of his right hand.

this line

It's the thread from the socks.

only

Whose is it? (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!