Chapter 131 Old Stuff and Little Boy

"Puqi~~~!"

A soft sound came from the direction of the balcony, and He Rui's nerves, who was resting with his back to the balcony in the bedroom, suddenly tightened up, and his eyes were slightly opened. Since the unprovoked disappearance of the red dots representing the spokespersons of the domestic main gods on the map of the main god, the only explanation he can think of is that these spokespersons of the main gods have been killed, and the speed is only a few days. No matter how stupid He Rui is, he feels the depression of the mountain rain.

The strangeness just came from the balcony. Thinking of the mysterious changes between the spokespersons of the main god in China during this period, He Rui knew that he might be the next one to disappear from the map of the main god. Without any stopping, tigers and rabbits fight with all their strength. Moreover, in the face of this miskind mysterious figure, He Rui quickly turned around. Throwing your hand on the dark balcony is the best advanced magic 'fire pillar'.

"Wow~~~!"

In an instant, a fire dragon roared to the floor-to-ceiling window of the balcony. In the face of the powerful destructive power of advanced fire monomer magic, the originally hard glass was like tofu, which was destroyed and broken. The splashed glass fragments scattered on the ground, and even the curtains burned. The scene was suddenly chaotic.

On the other side, Chen Xiang, who had just rushed to the destination overnight, had not seen the last spokesperson of the Lord God, and the huge magic wave on him shocked him. Fortunately, he kept swimming between life and death, and his reaction was extremely fast. His first reaction was to jump back, regardless of whether it was in more than ten layers. Above the tall building.

In the fall, looking at the pillar of fire roaring from the balcony, Chen Xiang cursed secretly. Unexpectedly, he had just received such a big gift when he came here. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he might have just confessed here.

In the night, a sudden pillar of fire lit up half of the sky. When the survivors around saw this scene, they sighed that some short-sighted guy had provoked Boss He. It seems that some people are going to suffer~~!

In the blow just now, He Rui knew that he did not hurt the mysterious person who suddenly visited. Without stopping, his only idea now is to run. Although he looks a little cowardly, he doesn't have to worry about firewood. What's more, the person who comes is not good and can eliminate so many spokespersons of the gods in China. He doesn't think he can compete with this mysterious man.

He quickly wrapped himself in his clothes and was about to open the door to escape when a crisp male voice behind him stopped him.

"Wait~~~! I mean no harm~~!"

Chen Xiang, who flew into the bedroom again, learned to be smart this time. As soon as he came up, he opened his mouth to show his identity. He didn't want to become a roast suckling pig.

He Rui turned around and his eyes were cramped with a large number of young people who had just spoken. The young man in his 20s was very young and dressed in sportswear, which was even more immature. If he hadn't just spoken, He Rui wouldn't have believed that the young man in front of him was the mysterious man who escaped his magic.

However, when he turned around, He Rui also figured out the reason. This boy was also the spokesperson of the Lord God like him. Sure enough, the winner in the space ring was confirmed on the divine light ball.

"Are you also the spokesperson of the Lord God?"

After seeing that the uncle in front of him really didn't mean to do it, Chen Xiang was secretly relieved. Looking at the crooked uncle wrapped in a coat and wearing briefs in front of him, he suppressed his smile and said awkwardly:

"Yes, my name is Chen Xiang, uncle. I'm here to find you this time~~~!"

After listening to what the little boy Chen Xiang said in front of him said, He Rui suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. The little boy in front of him who didn't even grow a beard. No matter how powerful he was, He Rui had been in society for so many years. If he was afraid of a little boy who didn't grow hair, he would be white for so many years. Mix it up.

Since there was no danger, He Rui felt that his whole body was relaxed. He took care of his coat, walked carelessly to the bedside, sat down, and then motioned Chen Xiang to come and sit down.

Looking at Chen Xiang sitting obediently beside him, He Rui suddenly smiled secretly in his heart. This boy is really a chick. He can do whatever he is told. So, in a blink of an eye, he changed his kind face and began to have a relationship with Chen Xiang.

"Hehe~~! The young man is good. He was able to avoid the little magic I threw at once. It's good. What's your magic level now at such a young age?

Hum, I just kindly asked him to sit next to him. My feelings are to trap him. Are these old guys all like this? Looking at yourself when you are young, you think he is not deeply involved in the world and doesn't know anything? What era is it now? At least he is still a college student. This old guy can't stay in primary school or not. Now he dares to trap him. I really think he is young and careless~~!

So Chen Xiang patted his chest and proudly deliberately said less than three levels.

"Ha ha~~~! Uncle, I'm already a senior first-order mage of the wind department.

Looking at Chen Xiang's child's appearance of showing off, He Rui felt that this boy was easy to deceive. Hey, this boy is really tender. If you ask him anything, he will say. The senior first-order mage of the wind system is one level worse than his own level, so he doesn't need to be afraid of him. However, I don't know why this boy came to find me, so I have to ask him.

Gently patted Chen Xiang's shoulder twice, and He Rui laughed and praised him generously: "Good boy, not bad, I didn't expect to be a senior mage at such a young age, but uncle, I'm now a senior second-order fire mage now. Don't be discouraged, I'm only a little taller than you. I believe that you will surpass my uncle in the future. Yes, now I would like to ask you, what's wrong with me coming to see my uncle so late? If I hadn't kept my hand just now, I wouldn't have been burned by the fire now.

It turns out that this old thing is only advanced second-level. Hey hey, it's really stupid. It's so simple that I got it out. Alas, the gap, the gap~~! Dad's education is still good. It's a very reasonable saying that everyone only speaks three points.

"Oh~~~! In fact, I came to the uncle this time to ask you. I don't know if you have noticed that other spokespersons of the main gods in China have disappeared from the map of the main god for no reason? I guess someone is messing around? Maybe the country saw that the spokespersons of the main god were disobedient and then sent some dragon group to kill them all?

He Rui listened to Chen Xiang's answer and suddenly stared and instinctively felt that the boy was hiding something. So he hurriedly asked:

Dragon Group? What dragon group~~? Young man, what else do you know? Hurry up and say it?"

"Uh~~~! Uncle, why are you nervous? Don't you even know the dragon group? You're really out. Isn't that all about the novel? Every country has some secret organizations, and there are gods in them~~~! There are no Shushan swordsmen, and Wudang immortals and so on are also in there.

What is this boy talking about? Is it all from the novel? It made him worry for a while. Oh, that's right. Can you believe the words of teenagers? Shushan Swordsman seems to be another child who has been miserably lost by online games. He Rui, who was covered with black lines on his forehead, sighed helplessly.

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The falling shadow is slanting, and the sunset is still long. I quietly stirred the long bead curtain, frying the dust, looking around, standing, and wanting to wear the old things in the world, and flying with swords and flowers in your previous life.

With a cool breeze, Luo Shanjuan flew and brushed a few remnants on the ground. I picked up the cold that I occasionally skimmed, hid in my eyes as deep as water, turned my heart into a lotus, lit a micro-light, and exiled it in the passing water. I just hope that the frost and cold rain will not overturn it. When one year turns red and turns into spring mud, you can be surprised. Picking up the ground, my flowing thoughts.

In the distance, I sighed and echoed in this old dream in the south of the Yangtze River. The wild goose brings the flowers that you and I love very much, which are still fresh. Along the spring and autumn flowers along the way, following the fragrant grass, you will definitely be able to spread lightly on your table and pour out your heart for a long separation.

I was still looking forward to it, as if I caught a glimpse of the Song Dynasty woman on the swing. Looking at the face of the broken autumn water, people saw it, and her departing back cut the sunset, and the red color was rendered between her red lips and eyebrows. The sadness of parting fainted the ink fragrance and turned into the first Song words at her fingertips.

I look for your happy face and whispers along my memory. A fallen leaf meridian is clear, which seems to be telling the people and things that the seasons are circulating. I want to explore the warmth you left behind, but the remnants of the leaves are no longer fresh. The past is lost, and the green is no longer green. Pushing the west window, my heart turned to the moonlight, recalling the past, and getting together yesterday, but I lost a thousand years.

My mood is melancholy, my emotions are flying, and the wind is blowing and fragrant, which stains my dark lovesickness. I passed by the flowers, and a flying flower fell in the wind and twisted gently in my hand. The crimson petals extended our long distance. I will finally be thin in the falling red season, repeatedly copying our old dreams that we want to talk about, and the flowers are buried alone in the mountains and rivers and the red dust.

Living quietly in a courtyard far away from the world, the ancient tree is cool, the autumn wind passes, and the vicissitudes of the earth fall. Holding a fragrant candle, with light smoke, there is a silver moonlight in front of the bookcase. At the signature, I want to add your name to my side, and then he hesitate to put it on hold. I took off the lute from the wall, the moonlight poured down, washed the strings of the piano, and sat down in a place in the courtyard, gently stroked the calm thoughts.

You still live in my heart, but you have been separated for thousands of years.

When I dreamed of returning to the south of the Yangtze River, the drizzle breeds quietness. My heart was quiet and walked through the old streets and ancient alleys. I only heard the rain dripping, and the lotus steps tapped gently. In the quietness, it was combined into a gentle and lovely melody. The rain fell in circles and fainted, and gently unfolded my water-like state of mind.

The breeze gently stroked my skirt. I climbed the bridge and stood on the railing. The umbrella bone leaned against the fragrant shoulder. The fog marks lingered in the distance. The small bridge was flowing, and the rough tiles and low eaves. I recited a poem. In the poetic painting, it flowed into an ink painting in front of my eyes.

The rain hit the water and shattered a lake mirror. The past came in the rain, and the memory was picked up in the depths of the alley. The mottled dust and the aftertaste still exist. On the three-life stone of that life, has engraved our deep love and shallowness, fate and fate, and fate in the reincarnation, is our stay limited to three lifetimes?

I have been accompanied by calligraphy in the years, and the book is not like a dream, and I can't finish the lovesickness. The butterfly-like thoughts are staggering in the ancient poetry, flowing and lingering, just waiting for you to come back, cut off the long thoughts, and return my happy land.

You once engraved the oath with blue stone and gave it to me, allowing the years to wash endlessly, and the hot wind beating freely. My posture is still the same, the long-awaited face is not thin, the autumn wind sweeps, rolled up the fallen leaves, the old age, and there are different poems flowing at the fingertips, but the same feelings are repeated. Alone in the night, staring at the red dust, tens of millions of people have wrinkled thoughts. I want to send you to know, ask, do you still remember that oath?

The sound of flute suddenly came from afar, and the ethereal was far away in the west window. I was drunk with this song, and the bottom of my eyes crushed a lake of melancholy. The sound of the wind dancing flute was ethereal and ethereal, and the old words full of lovesickness on the bookcase were scattered by the wind. I leaned against the piano and sat down, and my frown was gently relieved. My slender hand opened the strings, and sang lightly with the sound of the flute. Who borrowed the flute from afar? It is also a fallen person at the end of the world. Here is a song with you. This plan is still sad and even more sad.

The drizzle drifts like fog, and a broken sound disturbs the silence. My thoughts are pulled away from the confusion. It seems that your figure is leaving, and the fog is heavy. I hold my breath and look at the outline in the rain. Is that your back in another world? I step on the wind and rain and look for the forest trees of Hantang. I would like to accompany the next life with tears in exchange for you to snuggle with you at this moment.

The poem page of rain and tears, "I want to know you, and I will live a long life! There are no mountains, the rivers are exhausted, winter thunderstorms, summer rain and snow, heaven and earth, and dare to fight with you. The light fresh ink is wet for years, and it is full of hope. A river has become a lotus flower in my heart, haunting my lotus-colored dream.

I am independent on the bank of the river, listening to the raindrops flowing music, the rain without trace, the east passing water, converging into a broken chapter, a page of the past, the good of Qin and Jin, who once vowed, will eventually be a stranger and fly away from the song. The red dust of the warbler singing and dancing is missing you. No matter how graceful my skirt is, no one will appreciate this beauty.

I plucked the remnant string, frightened the lovesick bird in my dream, and scattered the desolate land. The sound of the piano is not correct, and the past is drifting away. In the cool wind and cold shadow, the fingertips dance alone and sadly. Jiangnan, I am lost in the past and look for you everywhere.

It was night, I leaning alone on the door, and I was silent and tossed around in my eyebrows. Tang silk slipped quietly from my fingertips and was brought up by the night wind. I fell uneasily in the air, trembled and told the leftover personnel, emitting the fragrance of feelings of the years.

That night, we danced together with swords under the tree. Looking back with tender eyebrows, you and I looked at each other and throb a tree of peach blossoms. I staggered, sang and danced, looking forward to a new posture, gently and elegantly in a smile, telling the end of the wilderness in my heart. You waved your sword speechlessly, and your sword was shining, carving the sentence of life and death under the tree.

The moonlight is getting thicker, and a touch of memory is mottled in the ancient path. The wind and snow moon failed. I am used to being alone in the moonlit night, grinding and spreading volumes, and the shallow books gradually turning yellow. However, a tube of sheep is difficult to support, and several pages of broken pieces of paper are difficult to carry in the past. I took off the jade hairpin, and my hair was soft in the silver light of the moonlight, and whispered the hope of three lifetimes.

The hand stroking the kite has lost the old temperature. I just want the person to come with a fireplace, cover the hard ice of happiness, and warm the spring water of the river. The sachet you gave is covered with dust, and the fragrance is lost. I can't bear to see it again. It will be disposed of and full of vicissitudes of life. I took the moon night as ink and once again waved a bunch of poems, entitled "The Secret".

The moon is gradually dizzy, avoiding the eyes, and the way out. Years carry the world, quietly looking at the humble past of the world, intertwined. I want to jump out of this secular world, sprinkle the beauty of the four seasons, sip the world, smile proudly in the world, not be disturbed by separation, and be a fairy of the fallen dust.