Nightfall Chapter 170: Juvenile in Sanyuanli (Part 2)

Li Guangdi was stunned, looking at the two knives in the opponent's hand, not knowing what to do. Zhang Nianzu said anxiously: "We are about to lose, what are you still doing here?"

At this time, the woman understood, she was very scared, and said, "What can you do for you at such a young age?"

Zhang Nianzu waved the knife in his hand and said: "With a knife, you can slash people. I have seen many duels in Chang'an over the years. I have seen blood and know how to slash people."

Li Guangdi hesitated and looked back at his mother. He had no father since he was a child, and his mother was extremely filial, even if his mother gave birth to a young girl inexplicably, he did not change his attitude towards his mother.

Zhang Nianzu was a little annoyed, and said: "The country folks really have no guts."

After saying this, he turned around and walked out of the courtyard.

Li Guangdi called to him, took out a steel fork from the corner of the wood house, walked out the door, and said, "When I was snarling with a fork in the melon field, you wouldn't even dare to kill a watermelon."

Zhang Nianzu looked at him happily and said, "Li Si, I did not misunderstand you."

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The wind and snow are like anger, it is extremely cold, and there is thick snow on the street.

The city of Chang'an has been frozen, and the silence on Zhuque Avenue seems to be the bottom of the snow lake, without any sound, only a few coughs faintly from the depths of the snow flakes.

The big brother is coughing over the wind and snow.

When Ning Que smashed the city, he still failed, and he was about to be killed by the master. He couldn't wait any longer, so he and the third senior sister Yu Lian came to this wind and snow.

Ning Que hasn't been able to use Chang'an City to isolate the Master from Haotian's world. This is definitely not the opportunity Yu Lian was waiting for, so they failed again.

Guanzhu walked towards Ning Que on the other side of the street. His injuries were heavier and he began to cough, but his footsteps were still so steady. He stepped on the thick snow on the street, leaving only very light footprints.

The paved doors next to the street are closed, and Fangshi not far away is quiet like a tomb.

Ning Que was sitting on the snow street, covered in blood, and the snow under him was stained red, making it difficult to stand up.

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Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi hid in a house. They looked at the street through the crack of the door. The weather was too cold at this time, and snow fell on their faces, as if they were frozen.

The two teenagers have been peeping for a while, but they still didn't move. It's not because they were really frozen, but because they felt very lonely and scared.

There is no one in the streets, and the whole world is so quiet.

They didn’t have any helpers, they didn’t see the hooligans who went through the market on weekdays, they didn’t see the rangers who were so envious on weekdays, they didn’t see the Yulin army whom all the Chinese teenagers regarded as idols, and they didn’t see the legendary South Gate. Those practitioners who watched, they could only see each other's pale faces and eyes full of tension and fear.

They are brave, but they are just ordinary teenagers after all. When they saw that the gentleman of the college was defeated by the Tsing Yi monster one after another, the fear of being diluted by blood once again occupied their minds and bodies.

"What to do?"

Zhang Nianzu's voice was trembling, and it sounded like he would cry in the next moment, just thinking that this was his own proposal, and he didn't want the country kids to look down upon, so he forced himself to bear it.

Li Guangdi was relatively calm, but his pale face also exposed his true mood at this time. He looked at the Taoist Tsing Yi who was walking on the snowy street like a **** through the door, and said with a trembling voice: "I listen to you. ."

Zhang Nianzu wanted to calm down by swallowing his mouth and saliva, but found that because he was too nervous and scared, his lips and tongue were so dry, there was no saliva at all, and he couldn't help feeling so ashamed.

Shame is the truest source of courage, especially for Chinese people.

Zhang Nianzu grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it twice, and said, "I'll go first."

Because there is ice and snow in his mouth, and because his voice is a bit vague, Li Guangdi did not hear clearly.

The next moment, he suddenly found Zhang Nianzu kicking open the wooden door and running to the snowy street with a knife. Only then did he understand what had happened, and quickly grabbed the melon fork and followed.

When I came to Snow Street and saw the Tsing Yi monster, Zhang Nianzu suddenly disappeared mostly with the courage of the ice and snow stimulation. His arms were weak and weak, and the kitchen knife and hatchet in his hand dragged behind his body. His posture looks very funny, but he is still running.

"Youkai, take your life!" he shouted.

Li Guangdi carried the melon fork and rushed behind him. His face was paler than the snow on the street, and his arms trembled constantly, as if the fork might fall to the ground at any time.

"**Your mother!" he shouted.

They didn't know who Taoist Tsing Yi was, let alone who his mother was, but they knew that the other party was a monster that Mr. Academy couldn't beat, so they knew that the other party was terrible.

They were scared, but they still rushed over.

Because there is a breath between their chest and abdomen.

They probably don't know what that breath is, because they have no strength, but they know that if they don't rush over at this time, they will look down on themselves.

The city of Chang'an in the wind and snow is silent and invincible.

At this moment, two teenagers from Sanyuanli, carrying kitchen knives and hatchets, and holding the steel fork of Shouguatian, rushed out all the way swearing.

Their voices were trembling, and they sounded like crying.

They cried and rushed towards the unimaginable enemy.

This picture looks ridiculous.

But it's not funny.

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Chang'an City is very quiet, but of course there are people.

In the streets under the morning snow, there are countless pairs of eyes watching the movement on Suzaku Avenue.

The observer is very clear, walking along the snow, and more clearly feel the hostility behind the cracks in the door.

He didn't care, because although this war took place in the human world, it has already surpassed the scope of the human world, and no ordinary person is qualified to participate in this war.

Today's battle, the academy and the Tang court did not use any military force, that is proof.

So when he saw two teenagers rushing towards him with a knife and fork, he was a little surprised.

The watcher's expression is slightly cold, and then he realizes his senses, and returns to calm like the melting of ice and snow.

He looked at the two teenagers and smiled.

Not mocking, but mercy, but there is no respect, because that is the value of the world.

He is the spokesperson of Haotian.

He looked at the two teenagers as if high above Haotian, looking at the ants on the ground.

The resistance of the ants will not make Haotian feel too much emotion, but will only find it a little interesting.

There is another person on Snow Street.

Ning Que, sitting in the blood and snow, changed his expression slightly.

His expression has undergone a subtle change.

Not a minor change.

This change is sudden.

Looking at the two teenagers, he felt that there was something like meaning in the world.

These things he did for Chang'an City are meaningful.

In other words, this Chang'an city and the people living in it are worth working hard for, such as these two pale, stumbling young teenagers.

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