Chapter 080 Dragon Breaks the Death Day

Looking at the back of Xijun leaving, Mu Fan also went back,

After Mu Fan went back, he took a rest directly. Zhao Tingting was not here, which made Mu Fan feel another happiness - lonely happiness,

The next day, Mu Fan got up early, and then took the bus directly to a cemetery in the suburbs.

In the morning, the clouds were filled with fog, and the cool breeze came. The leaves shook, and the sound was like a lament, dragging heavy footsteps. Mu Fan walked on the moss stone road and passed by rows of quiet tombs. Mu Fan did not stay for a minute and did not look more. He only saw the stone steps a few meters away from his feet. Above his calm face, cloth It's full of frost!

It is halfway up the mountain. The temperature in the early morning is relatively low, and the cold wind is blowing. Mu Fan has been walking quietly until he comes to a small corner at the edge of the cemetery. A cold stone tablet stands, and the vigorous engraving carved out a few simple characters - the Tomb of the Dragon,

Looking at the gray photo on the tombstone, there was a happy smile on his ordinary face. Every time he saw this kind of photo, Mu Fan lost control of his emotions. Mu Fan bent down and sat next to the tombstone, leaned his back against the side of the tombstone, took out two cigarettes from his arms and lit them. One was inserted in front of the tombstone, and the other was weakly placed on his own. In the mouth.

One bite at a time, the exhaled smoke was scattered into the air, mixed with the clouds in the air, and finally became one. After a long time, Mu Fan, who had been silent for a long time, said calmly, "Qing Jian, I have changed a lot. After listening to your words, hehe, I have begun to find women. They are all beautiful. I am better than you in this regard. ......”

"I'm sorry... I haven't helped you find the black sword yet. I'm sorry... I'm really sorry... Sorry... I'm sorry..."

Mu Fan's fingers holding cigarettes began to tremble. He leaned weakly on the tombstone and said sorry silently over and over again. His empty eyes looked at the ethereal clouds, and tears slipped silently.

"You shouldn't have saved me, you shouldn't..."

"I have asked them to look around for the black sword. Last year, the purple sword sent a message that the trace of the black sword was found in the East Ocean..."

"I will get the black sword back to you intact..."

"At that time, we can be together with ten swords forever..."

"I will go to them again. It's not that I don't listen to you, but I can't!"

"If the black sword is gone... I'll come down and accompany you then..."

After smoking the tenth cigarette, Mu Fan stood up. The wind moved, his fists clenched, and a forceful momentum suddenly swung away. At that moment, Mu Fan did not pay attention. The clouds around him seemed to be touched. It automatically dispersed. He took a deep look at the photo on the tombstone. Mu Fan turned around and left. In the wet wind, his back was firm and lonely. !

The sun has risen, but at this time, the fog in the sky is getting bigger and bigger. The cool wind has hit, and Mu Fan's back disappears in the humid air.

On the narrow stone road where Mufan went down the mountain, there were a few people from the foot of the mountain. They came slowly and carried many sacrifices. It seemed that they also came to pay tribute to someone. There were many people born every day, and naturally people died every day. There was nothing strange about it, but the clothes of these people made people feel strange. The man was red. Colored robes, women's red cheongsam, and a flying five-clawed golden dragon embroidered on everyone's chest, which is very domineering.

This crowd, walking in the front is a middle-aged man who looks like he is in his forties. There is a trace of obscure sadness on his calm face. His ordinary square face, his eyes are like torches, and his posture of walking up the mountain is like a leisurely, but a strong domineering atmosphere is inadvertently at this moment. It leaked out, and five young people in their twenties were followed by them, which was completely the opposite, and all of them gave people a sharp feeling! The wind passed, and several people hunted in robes.

"Sister Kwai, why doesn't Brother Longpo go home often? I remember I've only seen him once..."

At this time, the last man and a woman, the boy looks only seventeen years old. His handsome appearance reveals a trace of aristocratic atmosphere. His thin eyebrows slightly frowned at the girl in a red cheongsam beside him and asked curiously;

"Brother Long Po hasn't gone home a few times because he followed his second grandpa. You have been sent abroad since you were a child. Naturally, you haven't seen him many times." The girl has been walking quietly, with a melon seed face. While talking, two dimples on her cheeks loomed, and her long hair was casually tied by a red rope, and the plain words were transparent. With a trace of sadness,

At this time, he seemed to be very interested in the dialogue between the two. A young man in front of him suddenly turned around, looked at the girl calmly, and asked in a stiff tone: "Long Kui, do you think the second grandpa has been back for so many years? Grandpa didn't even say..."

"I heard that the second grandpa has come back once in the past 20 years, after the disappearance of his little uncle..." At this time, another young man who seemed to be about thirty also slowed down and walked side by side with the three of them, with a serious face and an extremely respectful tone.

It seems that when it comes to this little uncle, several people's heartstrings are touched. Several people are silent and silent, and the middle-aged people who have been walking in front are still walking in a daze, but at this time, his face is more gloomy. In his eyes, there is a trace of confusion that he has never shown among the clan. .

Several people did not speak any more, but silently followed the middle-aged man and walked towards the mountain. The red clothes of several people were like a trace of blood in the clouds, strange and domineering. On the middle of the mountain, several people met Mu Fan in ordinary clothes.

Mu Fan was not in the mood to appreciate the scenery. He tried his best to control his emotions and walked blankly down the mountain with heavy steps. But when he reached the middle of the mountain, Mu Fan frowned slightly and looked up at the front. When a drop of dew on his hair fell, several red figures appeared on the stone road in front of him. Mu Fan's pupils shrank, but after a moment, he returned to normal and continued to walk quietly towards the way.

Halfway up the mountain, when Mu Fan and several people staggered by, Long Kui inadvertently looked up, but after a few steps, Long Kui's footsteps suddenly slowed down, and Dai frowned slightly. She looked back at Mu Fan and looked at the lonely back of the other party. Long Kui shook her head, and then followed.

"Sister Kui, do you know that person?" The boy looked at Long Kui curiously and asked;

"I don't know, but I just feel a little familiar. Let's go," Long Kui shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly.

Soon several people disappeared into the thick fog, while Mu Fan walked all the way down the mountain, feeling inexplicably.