Nightfall Chapter 168: Frozen (Part 2)
Thousands of miles in a clear sky, and suddenly there is snow falling. This is called thousands of miles of snow.
The thick snow flakes, flying like ashes after burning reeds, occupy the entire sky, covering the color of the blue sky. The temperature in the city dropped sharply and it was extremely cold. The icy edges on the edge of the eaves were chilling, the lake ice was creaking, and the well water in the alley began to freeze.
Ning Que was standing in the wind and snow. The black courtyard uniform was covered with thick snow, like a snow bridge, because it carried too much snow and might break at any time.
In this battle, he was a bridge. Chang'an City used his sword to attack Guanzhu. At this time, the death from Guanzhu was swallowed by gluttonous food, entered Ning Que’s body, and passed through the eye club. Obtained countless times of magnification or visualization, covering the city of Chang'an.
The chill of the snow flakes penetrated the heavy hospital uniforms and hit the skin, instantly freezing Ning Que. The cream on the eyelashes and the snow powder on the face were extremely thick, just like the sangsang who made up for the first time. .
When the cold is at its extreme, all movement stops. Ning Que, who was occupied by the meaning of extinguishment, was like falling into the deepest ice cellar. He was cold and couldn't tremble, and he couldn't breathe when he was cold. Even his thoughts were about to be frozen.
He was frozen like a well in an alley.
At this time, in his body, only the drop of crystal clear liquid in his abdomen is still slowly rotating, although the speed of rotation has become extremely slow, it seems that it may stop at any time. The breath emanating from that drop of liquid possesses the pride of breaking all bonds, whether it is cold or dying.
At this time, his sea of consciousness has become an ice-covered ocean, only the deepest muddy bottom of the seabed, a piece of debris is still glowing, facing the cold falling from the sky, unwilling and violent.
Ning Que’s awe-inspiring aura was inherited from Xiao Shishu, and his consciousness fragments were inherited from Lian Sheng. Both of them were the peak existence of that era. Can stand up against the subject and not let down the wind.
At this time, he was in the greatest danger in his life. At the closest moment to death, the awe-inspiring spirit and consciousness fragments that had saved him countless times broke out again.
Ning Que suddenly began to tremble, the cream on his eyelashes and the snow flakes on his face shattered, and then shot away like a sharp arrow, revealing his true face.
A mouthful of blood spurted from his lips and poured down.
The blood is very cloudy. Because there are a lot of ice particles of broken blood coagulated by low temperature.
The turbid blood dripped on the shirt. Falling on his left hand, the eye pestle was poured with blood, and it suddenly became hot. The blood was evaporated into mist and passed by.
Ning Que let out a cry, looking extremely painful. The ice armor on the black courtyard uniform was shattered, as if the snow on the stone bridge was being swept down, revealing the real appearance.
He suddenly opened his eyes. His hands trembled slightly. Hold the ice and snow hard, and then discard the knife.
He must grasp the moment he wakes up.
He held the two ends of the eye club with both hands and swept it out in the wind and snow in front of him.
One sweep is two lines. Two absolutely parallel and straight lines.
The awe-inspiring talisman burst out suddenly in the wind and snow.
Two characters.
With the help of amulets, Ning Que stepped on the ice and snow and swept back, violently tens of feet away.
The Lord has proved that he is invincible, even if he owns a city. He was still not the opponent of the other party, and even almost died at a glance, so he just wanted to leave at this time.
The farther away from each other, the better.
On Suzaku Avenue, two sharp amulets appeared, like two sharp blades made of refined outlines.
The master raised his right arm and tapped his finger.
Knowing its male and guarding its female, it is Tianxiaxi.
Knowing its blackness and keeping its whiteness is the world style.
Know its glory, guard its shame, and be the valley of the world.
The subject of mindfulness is the world index.
Meaning completely ignores the two characters on Snow Street and runs away.
Ning Que was still swept back, a blood hole appeared in his knee.
He fell back, and a blood hole appeared on his shoulder.
Puff and puff several soft sounds, seven blood holes appeared on his body.
The concubine master used seven fingers, which accorded with heaven's will, and he cut humanity.
The way to survive is broken.
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The blood gurgled out and dyed the snow under Ning Que's body red.
He can only sit in an extremely ugly posture at this time, with no strength to swing the knife.
The master said: "Ingenuity is a trail."
Ning Que understood that the Lord was commenting on the previous battle, and he admitted that the Lord was right.
Whether it is to show the enemy's weakness or to lure the enemy to get close, it is not in the real battle.
"In your current state, there is still a long way to go from the real avenue. No matter how strong your desire is, it can't make up for it, not to mention that you are on a wrong path."
The watcher walked slowly, and the wind and snow made changes.
"I have read your calligraphy. It is different from the rest of the world. I don't like it because you can't clumsy pen, and the strokes of that character are too heavy to use clumsy pen."
Ning Que raised his arm with some difficulty, wiped the blood from his jaw, and said, "If there is a chance in the future, I will definitely remember your teachings and learn how to be clumsy."
"There is no future."
The viewer perceives that in the wind and snow behind him, two figures are approaching at high speed.
He knew that they were the powerful brothers and sisters in the college.
He doesn't care.
This city has been frozen by him.
What about the people in the city?
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Not far from the west side of Zhuque Avenue, there is a simple or even rudimentary house. In Chang'an, this is a very common picture. Often somewhere next to an official office, there is an old house that has been in disrepair for hundreds of years, prosperous and dilapidated. Always cuddling each other, I can't tell whether it is good or bad.
This street and alley is called Sanyuanli, where the most ordinary people in Chang'an live. In one of the backyards, a young man's angry voice suddenly sounded, accompanied by the sound of beating the table.
"Why only give a pot of hot water? Why do you only give a pot of hot water? There is not enough drinking. My mother's feet are frozen, and there is no way to soak. The guy still has a dark face every day. Who is watching?"
The woman sat in a pile of quilts, holding a three or four-year-old girl, looking at her angry son, with a worried expression on her face, and said, "It's fine to have accommodation and food. "
The teenager is wearing a shabby cotton-padded jacket and looks like a country boy.
He was sitting at the door of the firewood room where the air leakage was the most serious. His youthful face was a little bit blue by the cold wind, and he said angrily: "Just need an extra pot of hot water, how difficult is it?"
It's extremely cold today, with ice ridges hanging on the eaves, and even the heat of the stove can't float far. The teenager was worried about his mother's old cold legs and asked for hot water in the front yard. He only brought back a pot and was said something by the teenager in the front yard. Thinking about what happened now, he was in a very bad mood.
At this moment, the door of the firewood room was opened with a creak. A young man appeared at the door, only to see him wearing a tight cotton-padded jacket, his expression was somewhat leisurely and arrogant, and it seemed that he was often hanging out in the streets.
The cold wind poured in from outside the door, and the woman was irritated and started to cough, but she couldn't help herself, and quickly hugged the little girl in her arms and pulled the quilt on the little girl again.
The country boy looked at the city boy with anger, but clenched his fists and dared not do anything.
Because the kids in the city have two knives in their hands.
A hatchet, a kitchen knife. (To be continued)
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