【Wenti County·Old City】

"Uncle...please ask...can you pass here...?"

A childish voice sounded behind them, and their nerves were a little sensitive now. This was the first hurdle in Wenti County. This abandoned city really didn't want any more ghosts coming.

They put down the ice crystals in their hands. It was someone's head. Now, it has completely melted.

The snow in Wenti County... is falling in a thick and steady manner. On the branches that have long since died due to the weather changes, the snow is like new white buds, bit by bit.

It was a child who looked about five or six years old. His long silver-white hair was blown by the wind, as if it had merged with the snow.

She wears very old clothes, but they are very neat. It is hard to see the wrinkles. She must have been taken care of regularly. Her eyes are big and round, and she looks very cute, which goes well with her immature face. However,

She doesn't have the milky voice of a five or six-year-old child, she is just childish, like her vocal cords are childish, and when she speaks, it makes people feel cute.

Her eyes blinked and blinked, as if stars were shining in her eyes.

Behind her is a man wearing a bamboo hat. He is wearing a large robe. Although it is a bit shabby, the two cuffs are just like the Chinese clothes. A long belt is tied around his waist with a different kind of robe.

The bow tie is like some kind of tribal custom, and on his waist are three very dazzling long knives. The three different scabbards are quietly pinned on his waist, in a well-proportioned manner, and

His hand looked a little old, and it was a strong hand. But whether it was due to the wind and frost, or because he had practiced holding a knife for too long, the wrinkles on his hand did not match his slightly fair face.

, and on his face under the bamboo hat, you can vaguely see the long scar from his eye. The scar is on his right eye, and you can clearly see his resolute eyes, even a little vicious.

Staring at everyone here, but even so, his face is sharp and angular, still giving people a unique sense of vicissitudes. The man's Fang Gang is like this. Even with a glance, you can see what this man has experienced.

Those who have passed it are those who are worthy of being called a "man", that kind of courage.

The two people, older and younger, were standing like that at the gate of the checkpoint. If they were not allowed in, something big might happen.

However, even so, it is no longer enough to describe it as strange. Everything that just happened must be even stranger than this, even weird. Moreover, their captain has died in the meaningless obstruction.

For a few seconds, they finally understood that the dilapidation of Wenti County could still attract those with extraordinary talents and even extraordinary talents to come here and continue to write their legends.

Everyone guarding the first level was stunned. They had not yet woken up from the grief just now, and now they were asked this question. They no longer knew whether to stop or not...

"Excuse me...Uncle...can I pass here?"

The little girl still asked in the same tone, but this time, it was more vivid, and she even pretended to be more polite.

"Yeah... um... it can pass..." One person spoke... He seemed to be a bit smart, he was the first to answer, and the others did not speak.

I don’t know what else to say...

Such a thing... is already strange enough... If it happens again... I will be the one who dies...

They looked at the man with a serious face. The bamboo hat was not that useful and was even worn out. Through the holes in the bamboo hat, they could clearly see the man's eyes, which were a pair of eyes that frightened them.

It's like it's biting them tightly, preventing them from moving away.

"Uncle Yikong... they said we can pass... let's go..." The little girl turned around, raised her head and said happily to the man: "That's it... we must be polite, others will be polite to us, understand

Yet?"

She seems to be teaching this man named Yikong...the principles of politeness...

She didn't wait for the man to respond. She took the man's hand with her right hand and turned around, walking towards the checkpoint step by step. The man still had a solemn expression on his face and had no intention of responding. It was just the little girl holding her hand tightly.

At that time, I only held his hand with my left hand, while his right hand was still tightly placed on the handle of a long knife.

They walked over slowly, the man looked ahead, while the girl looked at everything around her, feeling a little happy. The man who called for release could clearly see that there was a correct name engraved on the special scabbard.

【Dragon Cut】

There are no bells and whistles, just neat small print.

All the people guarding the gate just watched them walking towards the second level.

If such a release can save one's life, there seems to be nothing wrong with it, but their captain is gone forever.

It is estimated that the scary woman just now has already met the support team, and are the people, large and small, chasing that person?

If this is the case, you may be able to find some comfort in your heart.

The big and small people walked very quickly. It is estimated that they will see the team at the second level soon... However, this has nothing to do with them... They have failed in their duties, maybe they are already dead...

It's just that he's not dead yet, who can tell... what the situation is now.

Where are they going? It's really confusing.

In the farm not far away, snowflakes were flying, falling on the black robe, and the spreading black air was entangled, like clouds.

"It's really sad... isn't it?"

She looked at the dilapidated farm as if she was crying.

"My king... would actually live in such a place..." Her breath was not very steady, and she was extremely sad.

As if suddenly, her mood swings were very complicated, like crying and laughing at the same time.

However, there is no emotion at all.

Crying is also cold crying.

The smile is also a cold smile.

Creepy.

In the dilapidated yard, there are crooked roofs. The place is dilapidated. The iron warehouse is also rusty. Birds that died of cold fell in the yard. The dead trees and grass have a rotten smell. The area has been

The abandoned wasteland is covered with white snow that has not yet melted. Now, it is snowing like feathers again. The snow here may never melt.

Furthermore, the remaining blood stains were already thick and black. Some of them were scattered on the ground, on the walls, and even the snow was spattered with blood. It was the blood of monsters, the corpses of creatures whose limbs had rotted.

There have long been no traces of human existence here.

It’s only been four months, that’s all…

This ruthless change can cause everyone to lose everything they love one after another.

"It's really sad..."

She speaks like a song, but there is no one around, no one is listening. There is only withered ruin, only rotten ruin, only incomplete death.

"Humans... why are you so admired? My king..."

"Why... you can do such a thing for a human being... even stay with her... and fall into endless reincarnation..."

"And now... not only for her, but for other humans... becoming our enemies..."

"I do not understand……"

She stood in front of the iron gate where she might have stood. The warehouse was in dilapidated condition, with the rusty red mixed with the plain white of snow, creating a different kind of dilapidated beauty.

She asked questions again and again, word by word, as if the person in black armor was standing there.

Even if he just looked at her coldly and majestically.

But after all, there is no one there, and there will never be an answer...

She was silent, listening to the sound of wind and snow.

It was like the wail of a song...

"I have lived for so many years... This is the first time I have seen the true form of the Great Demon King of the First Day... I never expected that it is such a pure and pure woman, instead of... the nothingness that swallows the world... It is really... wonderful..." A figure

At the gate of this farm, he touched his beard, his six beards were fluttering, and his green eyes seemed to have a halo turning in his eyes.

He is a little short in stature because he is old, but his body is still upright and he does not dare to slack off.

"Unintentional Demon King...why...you...come here..."

He is also asking questions. But he obviously knows that the probability of him being answered is very low.

She turned around and looked at him blankly with her ice-blue eyes.

"Do you know...where my king has gone?"

"I'm sorry...I didn't know..." Longxugong shook his head and sighed.

"There are always things like this in this world. The more you want to look for it, the harder it is to find it..." Longxugong said in a serious and thoughtful way, as if he were facing a little girl looking for a rag doll.

He felt that this was how she looked now.

Even without the entanglement of demonic energy, he would not have the power to dominate the world.

"So that's it..."

She nodded in understanding.

"Are you here to stop me?"

"No...I came to see the scenery..."

The dragon-bearded man never moved away from where he was, standing at the door of the farm, looking at this cold, sad woman.

"The human landscape... is beautiful..."

"Beauty... is common..." Longxugong did not continue, but just sighed.

He still stood where he was.

He looked at the woman looking at the snow.
To be continued...