Nightfall Chapter 3: They
There is no reason what the big dark horse thinks.
Since she is heaven, everything she thinks and does is the law of heaven.
The **** horse was too fast when she ran away. Although it was only a very short time, she also ran out for hundreds of meters. She carried her hands on her back and walked to and from the grassland.
The big dark horse dared not try to escape anymore, and followed dejectedly. Tsing Yi was tight around her waist, or because of her fatness, the **** horse looked at her back with fear in her eyes.
It remembered the blue satin tied around the slender waist of the bookworm in the wasteland, and it couldn't help but give birth to infinite regret, and cursed Ning Que in his heart: I said that the woman is better, you don't listen to me.
Returning to the place, she looked at the dark car covered in dust, and walked in after a moment of silence. In the corner of the car, she saw the big old black umbrella and the iron box.
She sat next to the iron box, stretched out her fingers to slowly stroke the surface of the box, and smoothed out the scattered dust. Her fingers were stable and the dust was wiped very evenly.
Then she looked towards the faintly visible Tianqi Mountain in the southeast, and remained silent. The **** horse knew what she should do, and started to move forward.
Sweat oozes from the dark, oily skin, and instantly wets the dirty mane. It hisses in annoyance. It has already used all its strength, but it still can't pull the car a step.
She stretched out her right hand and landed on the wall of the carriage. She didn't know what she had done. She saw a very faint light flashing. The talisman formation on the wall of the carriage was instantly activated, and the wheels rolled over the autumn grass and began to move forward.
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If a carriage wants to pass through the Tiancai Mountains, it can only pass through Helan City. At this time, the Tang army had already withdrawn to the south, and only a dozen Tang army remained in Helan City, like an empty city.
Although there were only a dozen Tang Jun, watching the black carriage arrived, they were still on alert and preparing to fight. At this moment, she opened the curtains and glanced at the city.
The gate of Helan City, which the golden tent king's court gathered the elites could not open, slowly opened under her gaze. The black carriage entered Helan City, passed through the gorge, and headed towards the Eastern Wilderness.
It wasn't until the black carriage disappeared from sight that the dozen or so Tang Jun woke up. There was a sense of panic and shock in their eyes. They clearly remembered what had happened before, and they didn't understand why they would Open the city gates honestly, what happened?
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The black horse-drawn carriage passed through the Eastern Wilderness, passed through the border village, entered the country of Yan, and then continued south. All the way along the way were deserted mountains and ridges with rare people, and she still did not speak.
One day, the black carriage came to a small town on the border of Yan State and Song State. The town was small and ordinary, with only a narrow street, and the houses on the street were old and simple. The market is filled with the smell of rotten vegetable leaves and chicken feces. If you smell it carefully, you can smell the peculiar smell of salted fish.
This place is remote and has not been affected by the war. Life is inevitably affected. Business other than food is obviously much harder than before. The butcher shop on the east side of the street is the only one in town. It is often very lively when it comes to the big market. Today, the deserted flies feel bored.
The black carriage stopped in front of the butcher shop, she walked out of the carriage, looked at her towering tender **** and tight clothes, her brows were slightly frowned, and she still couldn't hide her dislike for the plump body. .
Although the business is not good, the butcher is in a good mood. He doesn't expect this butcher to live anyway. At this time, he is picking up the cured pork ribs cooked last winter, and he is ready to cook later.
Hearing the footsteps, he looked up and looked at the girl in Tsing Yi who walked into the butcher shop. He was slightly startled, wondering which bride this fat girl was married to, why he hadn't seen it before.
Then he continued to bow his head to slash the meat. With a sharp and heavy meat knife, with each slash, the greasy surface of the knife splashed with a lot of star foam, and the thick and thick cutting board kept shaking.
She walked up to the butcher and watched quietly, seeming to be interested in his meat.
The butcher didn't respond at first, but just slurped to himself.
Then his breathing gradually became hurried, like an old man who was seriously ill, the sound of pulling the bellows in his sturdy chest, and the hand holding the handle of the knife trembled slightly.
The fear in his eyes is getting stronger and stronger, the speed of slurping meat is getting slower and slower, the knife is getting heavier and heavier, and then he starts to sweat, sweat beads the size of soybeans overflow on his forehead, but he dare not wipe it at all. Let those sweat beads fall into the pile of waxed pork ribs, and then be cut into countless petals by a meat knife, and it is difficult to separate them.
The butcher's hand trembled even more severely, and finally he turned aside and chopped it on his own finger.
There was a muffled sound, and countless years of grease and wood **** splashed under the cutting board. With a bang, a crack appeared on the cutting board nearly half a person high and was chopped open.
The sword went endlessly, and the meat case was broken into two pieces. Then, an extremely deep crack appeared on the **** ground of the butcher shop. The crack was extremely dark, and it was impossible to see how deep it was. Only faintly can hear the sound of gurgling water, it seems to be an underground river!
This is a terrifying knife, clearly cut on the finger, not on the cutting board, but it can break the ground and reach the yellow spring under the netherworld!
What is even more shocking is that such a terrifying knife slashed heavily on the butcher's finger, without cutting off his finger, leaving only a shallow white mark!
What is this person's body made of? However, it was such a person who did not dare to look at her. Under her calm gaze, he seemed to be going crazy in panic.
The butcher looked at the Lap Pai scattered all over the floor, his mouth wide open, his mouth full of yellow teeth, as if he was about to cry, and laughed at himself as if to laugh at himself, suddenly, he had the one in his hand Throwing a heavy meat knife on the ground, he squatted down and cried bitterly while holding his head, still not daring to look up at her.
"Aren't the cured pork ribs a bit too fishy? Later, I will go to the Song Dynasty imperial palace to get some houttuynia cordata. If you want to say that the thing is getting tired and flavored, it's really unique in the world, that is, those who don't understand... "
The drunkard walked in from outside the butcher shop. When he saw the situation in the shop, saw the blade, saw the butcher holding his head and crying like a kid who saw a ghost, his voice stopped abruptly.
He opened his mouth to say something, but found that his throat was dry and dumb, and there was no sound. Only the hip flask around his waist swayed constantly in the cold winter breeze.
He looked at the girl in Tsing Yi, his face instantly turned pale, and his eyes were full of shocked expressions, because he couldn't understand everything he saw, and didn't understand how this could happen.
The butcher shop is silent.
The drunkard gradually calmed down, at least his expression became more normal, his voice hoarse and respectfully asked: "Dare to ask who you are? Where are you from? Where are you going?
For her, the last two questions are not a problem, the first question is indeed a problem, so she thought about it for a while, looking at some place in the world with her hand, thinking about some past.
The hip flask no longer swings, and the cold winter wind begins to raging.
In an instant, the alcoholic disappeared from the butcher shop.
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The drunkard went to the embankment of the Song State Storm Sea, and then he went to Lanke Temple, and then he went to the lair of a water bandit in the middle of Daze. He even went to Chang'an City and stayed in front of the academy for a while In the end, he chose to go to a small island in the depths of the South China Sea because he believed that Chen would not make a mistake.
On the small island filled with hot mist, he only stayed for a short period of time. In that instant of light, there was ebb and flow, the sun fell and the moon rose, and this was repeated three times.
For three days, he was wasted between the drunkard's thoughts. In order to exert such magical powers, he willingly paid a great price. You must know that in order to avoid the opponent, he would be willing to do anything as long as he did not die.
The morning light is faintly, the alcoholic is standing on the black reef, looking to the far north, no matter his vision is so far, he still can’t see the mainland, but he doesn’t feel sad because of this, but feels relieved a lot. At that time, he felt that he probably understood Chen's feelings back then.
Even if you can't set foot on land in your life, what about it?
In his long life, except for the last eternal night, only one time when the broken car pulled by the old scalper walked into the town, did he feel this aftermath.
Even in those two times, the feeling was not so strong and thrilling this time. The alcoholic felt very fortunate, and while mourning for the butcher, he wanted to drink some wine to celebrate.
He took the hip flask from his waist and was about to raise it to the front. Suddenly there was a jade-white hand that passed through the sea breeze, came to him, and took the flask away.
The movement of that hand is very natural and casual, so I can't refuse it.
She picked up the flask and started drinking. Some of the wine was sprinkled on the cyan skirt, and then she finished drinking.
She threw the flask back into the arms of the alcoholic.
The two returned to the town.
Three days have passed. The chicken **** in the market smells a bit strong, but there is no change in the butcher shop. The butcher no longer cries with his headache, dare not run away, and stands in the corner with his head down in.
The drunkard has no distance or measure, and his thoughts are three days. The realm is really unpredictable. It can even be said that he has understood the most advanced time and space rules in the Vast Sky World.
However, she is Haotian, this is her world, and she is the rule. No matter how deep the drunkard and the butcher understand, they are still within the rules, so how can they stay away from her?
"Good wine." She looked at the alcoholic and said.
This is the first time she speaks in the world, her voice does not fluctuate, and it is naturally difficult to express emotions, but it does not sound mechanical and very ethereal, transparent and empty.
She was clearly speaking two words, but it seemed that countless syllables were uttered at the same time. The complexity was like the most beautiful movement, more like all the sounds of nature.
People who hear this voice will feel awe. The higher the state, the more they can appreciate the sacredness of the voice, and the more they want to surrender and worship such a great existence.
Even alcoholics and butchers, they do the same.
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