Chapter 461 Three Years

It's better to forget each other than to help each other.

Mu Yuze did not believe this, but in the face of the woman, he subconsciously remembered this sentence and took a deep breath. When he walked in, Mu Yuze raised his lips, and his heart was full of guilt.

After all, he escaped and was afraid of facing everything. Maybe he might be sad in other people's mouths, but Mu Yuze himself knew that he had escaped all this and escaped this feeling.

As if she understood what Mu Yuze wanted to say, Bing Ning smiled. The face of the pear blossom with rain was so exquisite that even Li Xing and others were stunned.

"You're not wrong. The only wrong is that I let go of your hand." The ice is like a blooming summer flower. The evening rain looks up at the sky and is suddenly speechless.

Three years, it is as long as a reincarnation for the twilight rain, and how can it be a white horse for ice condensation?

Mu Yuze suddenly took a step forward, and he no longer hesitated. Maybe he had had burdens and fetters before, but now he only has the indomitable determination. Mu Yuze knows that if he hesitates again, it is a great cruelty for the woman who has been waiting behind him.

"I won't let you wait any longer." Mu Yuze took a step forward, and his face was calm, but even Li Xing and others who knew nothing about it felt the turbulent power in Mu Yuze's body. The source of this power was not Mu Yuze's cultivation, but his determination.

Is that right? So I'm going to let you wait this time?" Bingning smiled and smiled charmingly. The expression of the evening rain became softer and softer, and she naturally took Bingning's hand, but the little girl suddenly became rosy.

"I will keep waiting!" Mu Yuze smiled, and the woman who had a slight speech to Mu Yuze as the deputy leader just now saw Mu Yuze's smile and was suddenly attracted by that smile.

"Bing Moxue, do you like the twilight leader? Unfortunately, he is already a famous flower owner. I'm afraid it's a little difficult to rob a man with your sister. After all, everyone now knows that this iceberg snow lotus is lonely and self-appreciating, making countless young and handsome girls retreating in order to wait for the evening rain." Li Shuohua walked forward, perhaps dispelling his hostility, and he didn't have much antipathy to Mu Yuze and joked.

Bing Moxue snorted coldly and did not deny or admit it. Looking at Mu Yuze, he was too curious about this man. His father told her that it was the man who came to this day without any backing on his own. He fought against the Shadow Hall, but he still kept walking with a high posture. Today, and now he has opened up a legend that can hardly be surpassed by future generations.

Indeed, Mu Yuze conforms to all the images of an upright man in her mind.

However, there is only one thing that they are destined not to have too many intersections in their lives.

"He is my sister's man, so I'm not destined to have any contact with him." Bing Xue said lightly.

Mu Yuze took Bingning's hand and showed an unprecedented softness. In fact, he did not find that his mood had become more and more peaceful.

Since the two are in love, why should they stubbornly choose to forget each other?

"Bingning, I like you." Mu Yuze suddenly stared at the girl and said seriously.

The girl's face was ruddy and said shyly, "Don't think you can lie to me. I must also let you wait for me for three years."

"hehe." Mu Yuze squeezed his lips and smiled, patted Bingning's head and smiled, "I have been waiting for you for three years."

In fact, Mu Yuze didn't say a word.

"Fool, let alone three years, I will wait for 300 years." Mu Yuze's eyes were soft. Of course, he knew how much the woman had paid for him. Mu Yuze, who put down all the burdens at this moment, had a new burden, that is, not to let the woman cry...

The wind and clouds surged, the sunless disappearance of the Nangong, the heroes rose together, and the atmosphere of wind and rain raised a faint haze in everyone's hearts.

"The wind and rain are coming, and the storm is calm." It was still the teahouse. The tea was fragrant and the drizzle. The tea guests walked to the teahouse early, leisurely tasted tea, looked at the rain, and tasted the newly picked red robe. There was quite a light and dust-removing artistic conception.

"Why don't you roar and walk slowly? Bamboo sticks and shoes are better than horses. Who is afraid? A misty rain will be for life." A song of vicissitudes echoed on this low grassland. This is an old man with a bow. Hearing his desolate song, everyone was intoxicated in the ethereal mood for a moment.

The old man sat down, took a sip, and put out eight copper coins, obviously a person who knew the teahouse well.

The unfathomable tea boss glanced at the old man and smiled peacefully.

"The old gentleman came from afar." At this moment, a young man in the hotel asked curiously. He had long heard that the other four regions had been stormy and the war was continuous, and although the northern sky was also undercurrent, it still seemed a little quiet in general, so the young man was very curious.

The old man nodded and said, "I walked from Dongzhao to Zhongyu, and finally passed through Nandu to Beitian."

Just one sentence makes everyone awe. Although they are on the northern sky, it can also be imagined that the other four regions are now full of bloodshed and the storm of war, but the old man who seemed to have stepped into the coffin with one foot is almost crossed. This courage and experience is really shocking.

Seeing that there was some silence at the scene, the old man said lightly: "As you think, the other four regions have already been stormy and turbulent. Some extremely strong ancient inheritances are now exhausted and have been hit hard. This is only the beginning, and a bigger storm is about to break out. At that time, there will be no exception in the northern sky. ."

Seeing the sudden change of the faces of others, the old man bowed just took a sip of tea without much reaction. At this time, the old man of the teahouse also came over and said helplessly, "Lao Xu, you don't have to scare them. With the strength of the ancient world of gods, it can't be broken at all in ten or eight years. Don't forget With old Wang in charge, they really don't dare to act rashly.

The old man called Mr. Xu smiled, took a sip of tea, and said leisurely, "I know you are scolding me for fear that the world will not be chaotic, but old man Bing, I want to tell you this time that the situation is really bad. It has reached a very terrible level. In just a few hours, the Jianyu Gate was destroyed like that. If you see it Seeing that horrible scene, you won't satirize my alarmist words!"

It's really so serious. Two sharp divine lights burst out in the eyes of the old man Bing's eyes. The light was transparent, as if it went straight to the outer universe and penetrated the mystery of Shinto.

"It's really bad in this situation."

"That's right." Old man Xu nodded. If Mu Yuze was present, he would find that this man was a storyteller who had several relationships with him. At this moment, his appearance was very different from the secular utilitarian appearance in the tavern that day.

The old man surnamed Bing walked out of the teahouse, and gradually rose up with a great spirit, like the wind, the wind above the nine heavens, ravaging the world, the rain, and the wind and rain in the hot summer. At this moment, everyone in the teahouse seemed to see the whole person for the first time. In their eyes, the old man was always crazy. Whether it was a storm or a sunny photo, several old locust wooden tables and chairs were brought in, and the new tea was put on the table, looking at the guests like a luilous bird, but this familiar feeling is indeed firmly rooted in everyone's heart.

And now, the old man began to become increasingly strange, as if a tiger gradually woke up from the sleeping valley, strong and strong. His breath almost climbed into the sky, through the eight wilderness and six, reaching an unprecedented detached situation.

"Old Ice, it seems that you also want to take action. If you pour tea for a hundred years, I'm afraid your body will rust if you don't move." The old storyteller glanced at him and suddenly got up. At the moment when the two old men stood up at the same time, the whole northern sky seemed to shake.

......

At the same time, in the depths of the meteorite hall, a man like a shadow demon sat cross-legged. He was a young man who looked absolutely less than 30 years old. His sword eyebrows flew obliquely into his temples, and his black hair spread wildly behind him.

His hand seemed to control the most violent power in the world and reached the end of three thousand worlds. His eyes were as deep as the ocean, penetrating the chaos alternation and seeing through the evolution of Hongmeng.

This is the residual blood, a peerless genius who goes straight to the extreme and sees through the ages.

Dragon and tiger alternate, he is the emperor of the world, a generation of heroes!

"Very good. It seems that you have made great progress this time." At this time, a quiet voice echoed from the depths of the temple. The sound was not loud, but it was not suppressed by the horrible aura of residual blood. Instead, it alternated out more horrible Shinto laws.

He rose up with blood, and his eyes were like two immortal golden lamps, burning brightly. He looked around. Except for the man on the high platform, everyone else subconsciously avoided after colliding with his sight.

"Young master, where on earth are you going on this trip?" An elder asked a little stiffly, now that the strength of the residual blood has reached this level, which can be said to be the top of the universe and breaking the four poles. Even if they are the elders of the meteorite dust hall, they dare not speak casually.

Bloody indifference, and the next moment his eyes suddenly became extremely aggressive, like a raging flame on the grassland, flying violently.

"My only goal this time is to kill Mu Yuze and end the farce that did not continue three years ago. This time, no one can stop me." The blood smiled coldly, turned into a streamer, and flew out of the meteorite hall...