Starry Times

Chapter 47 Little Fat Dun

Blindly in a mess, the spirit child, with a little panicked Xianglan, quietly stopped at the place where Nalan Zhouyi had just stopped, with blood stains and a feeling of desolation. The ancient well was like a living dead spirit child also looked at the blood stains on the ground with a pale face and stared at the figure that had just gone with resentment.

At this time, Xianglan no longer had a trace of pride. She looked pitifully, like a frightened bird, with a pale face and blank eyes. It seemed that she had also experienced a fierce battle. His face was bloodless, and he woke up faintly. As far as his eyes could see, red blood light filled the bottom of his eyes.

"Zhou Yi!!!" A roar exhausted the last trace of strength, his eyes stared, and he was completely unconscious.

"Zhou Yi, Zhou Yi, a generation of heavenly posture, Nan ion, the disciple you admired so much, was destroyed as soon as he came out... This... Hey!"

sighed for a long time, a few jackals crossed the branches, hoarse calls, holed through the heart, a messy bloody land, desolate silent shouts, whining wind, several desolate.

Unknown canyon, a clump of strange stone herbs, competing for beauty, a few colorful glazed butterflies, dancing, the fragrance of birds and flowers, a gurgling stream, green and flawless, the sound of water. An embarrassed figure lay quietly aside, and a few moon dancing fish swam around happily.

The withered bird, the sky is hard to know, the years do not know the bright moon, sleepy like this, once the fish jumps over the Longmen Valley, laughing at the sky, also like the old, stepping on the sky without trace of knocking on the fairy road.

The downboat, walking against the current, how to look back at the height of the waves, don't worry, fall down the Huangquan Road, tear clouds, wave their sleeves, the fairy road is ethereal, how to return to the boat.

The shabby clothes, blood-stained, several sulfur rhinos, greedily clinging to the blood stains, the crow whimpered, woke up the intoxicated fish, and dived into the bottom of the water.

Who am I? Why are you here?" A four- or five-year-old teenager folded a bunch of willow branches in his hand and slowly whipped the branches and leaves at his feet. His confused eyes stared at his feet motionless, leaving only superficial footprints.

"I should go outside, yes, I should go outside, I can't stay in this place, I want to stand above other people's heads, I can't stay here, be bullied and neglected!" The teenager seemed to have strengthened some kind of confidence, and showed a trace of perseverance on his immature face.

"Little fat man, stupid fat man, come here quickly, climb the tree for me, pick that fruit, and eat it for me!" The little bully in the village, and the little fat man, is just a helpless child, unconsciously exiled to this place and is always rejected and bullied by the villagers. Every time he does not obey, there will always be a group of people punching and kicking.

In the past, the little fat man must have run over happily, but this time, the little fat man who was determined to leave the village did not even raise his head and walked straight over, and felt that he could stand this kind of contempt. Usually, wherever he went, he was not the first in the world, and he was the only one who was respected. This time he was even treated The bullied little fat man ignored himself and suddenly got angry. He picked up his sleeves and rushed up.

"I asked you to pick the fruit, how dare you escape!" He came up with a punch, pointing directly at the little fat man's head. A cold wind passed by, and the little fat man's 40-year-old head tilted. He turned around and punched heavily on his waist and umbilical. There was a scream, and his domineering touch, which was extremely desolate.

"Huh, touch, look at you, eat fatter than a pig, and call me little fat, you are a pig, to tell you the truth, I have endured you for a long time, and I still eat fruit, eat shit!" The little fat man shook his poor hair very **, punched and kicked, felt that he had curled up together, and cried loudly.

This big cry, but the little fat man was shocked, spread his legs and ran away. It's better to leave quickly. It's too late to avoid being beaten. Thinking of the last time he was beaten to death because he stole a steamed bun, there was a chill in the bottom of his heart. The little fat man suddenly seemed to be full of strength and disappeared at the end.

The panting little fat man hurried to the stream, washed it happily, and suddenly felt comfortable and wonderful all over, and suddenly became excited.

"Poutong"~~~~~~~~~

The unbearable little fat man splashed layers of waves and greedily evacuated every inch of skin. The little fat man breathed and took off his clothes non-stop. Just then, a panicked female voice came.

"Who!?"

The little fat man was stunned. How could there be someone else? He was running for his life. In case he was recognized, wouldn't it be miserable? Thinking of this, the little fat man immediately tried his strength and swam to the shore.

"Little fat man, is that you?"

The female voice came again. This time, the little fat man listened carefully and familiarly. The little fat man looked back and was stunned.

"Little fat man, do you dare to peek at me taking a shower? Let's see how I deal with you." The woman's angry and angry voice interrupted the stunned little fat man.

"No, Yaner, listen to me, it's not like this..." Yan'er, who is also a little fat man, is the only person in the village who can be a friend. He didn't want to be here. At this time, he fainted, but when he heard this, the little fat man was anxious and thought, "Auntie, I'm going to run for my life, and I still have the leisure to peek at you take a shower. Besides, there is nothing to see.

The two fled and shouted. The little fat man had just exhausted his physical strength and had not recovered yet. In a moment, he was pressed under him by Yan'er.

"Let you see me take a shower! Let me run! Let you see me take a shower...ah!?" He punched the little fat man with one punch. It was soft. The little fat man suddenly let go. He was secretly enjoying a gentle and comfortable massage. Suddenly, he shouted, and the little fat man was shocked. Now I'm being pressed by you, and it should be my call.

"What's wrong? I really didn't watch it..."

"Little fat man, do you look over there?" The little fat man leaned along the hand of his eyes, a pool of blood, red and delicate, next to a ruined figure, lying quietly beside him,

"Dead people?"

resisting fear, (resisting the urging of Yan'er, who was full of good intentions), the little fat man slowly walked to the lying person, stretched out his hand and gently placed it on the nostrils of the ground.

"Ah!"

"What's wrong, dead?"

"It's not dead, there's still gas!"

“..... Then what's your name? Hurry up and lift him..."

At the moment when Nalan Zhouyi's blood splashed on the Demon Mountain and the desolate ending fell into the valley, in the boundless Hengyu place, four vague figures stood aside, splashing colorful clouds.

"Xing Zun, you old man, you are not dead yet. Your life is really big, but this time let's see how you escape and make you die!" Surrounded by one person from the three sides, it was Nalan Zhouyi's master, Xing Zun. Among the three people surrounded, a handsome and domineering figure said without hurry.

"Well, it's up to you? Feng Zun, Yun Zun, Yue Zun, if you hadn't attacked first, you wouldn't have surrounded me now. Wait, I will let you live in fear and wait for my return. My Xingzun is immortal and my soul is immortal. Hum, I want to kill me and practice for hundreds of thousands of years!" Xingzun laughed and disdained the three supreme great people in heaven.

"There's a lot of nonsense. Well, this time I arranged a battle to destroy the immortals and gods to deal with you. You think you can escape the killing of the three of us now!"

"Flag!" "Ring up!" Extinction!" Three shouts sounded at the same time. For a moment, the whole Hengyu was turbulent and the void collapsed. One black hole after another rose next to the star, devouring every void. For a moment, the ghost cried and sobbed, like the end of the world.

"Hum, the battle of immortals!? The stars change - the stars appear!"

suddenly put in stars and rose in the sky and settled in the void. The black holes suddenly disappeared without a trace. The sobs of ghosts and wolves disappeared. The sky was bright again, and the stars loomed, emitting pieces of light.

"Huh, the stars have changed?! Beware of you, Yunzun and Yuezun, break into hundreds of millions of creatures together, live and refine them, and exterminate fairy machines!"

After saying that, the dense human shadows, beasts, demons, and demons all fell into the battle of immortals. Bloody and light splashed everywhere. For a moment, the creatures and souls were scattered, and there was no chance of reincarnation.

"You are so cruel! Two changes in stars - menstruation! ...Oh, what, something happened!" Xing Zun, who was killing, suddenly changed his eyes, and his gentle face suddenly became ferocious. "Who dares to ruin my big thing and find death!"

"Sometimes the souls of the stars gather!"

Xing Zun shouted wildly, and the blurred body gradually disappeared. A gust of wind blew, and there was no picture.

"Feng Zun, Yun Zun, Yue Zun, you three despicable guys, I won't let you go!" The sound gradually blurred, and finally disappeared. In the battle of immortals, the blood flowed into a river and sobbed endlessly.

"Damn it, let him run away again. This old man has a lot of tricks!" Feng Zun said lightly that he was worthy of being a high-ranking figure in the war.

"Well, keep tracking. I won't let him run away next time, but if the method of burning the soul escapes this time, his soul will definitely be much weaker. I'm afraid he can't recover without tens of thousands of years!" Before he finished speaking, Yun Zun had turned into a piece of cloud, and disappeared without a trace.

The two figures also slowly disappeared, and only the stars were still fixed in the starry sky, suddenly emerging, taking care of the sea of corpses below.