Chapter 382

Except for a man, Kunlun never liked anyone else to joke with her, even a goat.

The goat couldn't help but make a joke and immediately regretted it.

Although he saved her just now and willingly used it as a meat cushion for her, after the cold voice of Kunlun asked him that sentence, he was still scared and shivered, and quickly smiled: "Hey, hey, are you good brothers? It's harmless to joke occasionally. "

Kunlun didn't speak, just stared at him, his eyes numb.

She didn't thank the goat for saving herself.

This is a girl with a strange temper and character. Even when she is with Fang Yuan, she is the Lord who can remain silent forever if others don't talk to her.

Like wood and iron wood, they don't know a trace of emotion, but they exist alive, so that no one dares to ignore her existence.

The goat felt that only Fang Yuan liked to stay with her.

If God forces him to stay with Kunlun, goat yuanken will jump off this cliff.

The goat's knees were folded back, his legs were pressed on the ground by his hips, his hands were flat, and Kunlun lay on him. He didn't appreciate him at all -- in this way, he felt very relaxed in his heart.

If Kunlun is grateful to him because he saved her, Dai De, the goat will jump and jump immediately--

After seeing the goat dare not speak, Kunlun closed his eyes and silently adjusted his breathing.

That night, after seeing the king of the nine yous punch around, Kunlun, hiding in the dark, jumped out in time and cut the most evil thing.

That knife is definitely the sharpest knife in Kunlun's life.

In the next lifetime, she will not chop such a knife again, just like the preface to the Lanting collection after Wang Xizhi was drunk, which is the most proud time in her life.

The difference is that Wang Xizhi's super level play is because he drank wine.

Kunlun, on the other hand, was terrified, and the potential hidden in his bones was stimulated when he cut the knife.

However, the startling knife that was enough to split the whole world in half cut the nine Youwang's neck, but it only scratched a blood mark for her.

Then, before Kunlun made the next reaction, the nine Youwang, who was also frightened by her sword, gave her a fatal blow.

At the moment after being hit by the sword, King Jiuyou definitely wanted to kill Kunlun immediately.

But she still underestimated Kunlun.

Because Fang Yuan once spoke, Kunlun was much better than him.

In the subconscious of King Jiuyou, he regarded Kunlun as an expert at the same level as Fangyuan, so the punch was strong enough to kill Fangyuan, but he couldn't kill Kunlun.

When the king of Jiuyou reacted, she really underestimated Kunlun. Kunlun had escaped in time through the distance of more than ten meters hit by her fist and taking advantage of the darkness.

Kunlun didn't leave Fangyuan to escape alone: after she instantly determined that she was not the opponent of the ninth Youwang, she determined that she had to live.

Only those who live can do something in the future.

For example, revenge for the surrounding area.

Although Kunlun escaped successfully, in the following days, life was worse than death.

The fist of King Jiuyou caused more damage to Kunlun than to Fangyuan. It not only poisoned her body, but also hurt her internal organs and meridians: she coughed from time to time almost all day.

I started coughing black blood clots ten days ago.

Kunlun, as an expert in his family, certainly knows what cough black blood is -- it's really not far from death.

Fortunately, Fangyuan is still alive. At least he is alive at present, so Kunlun can safely leave the customs and come to Kunlun Mountain, waiting for the arrival of the God of death.

She came to Kunlun mountain to wait for death because she was sure that Fang Yuan almost inferred that she had been injured and was entrusting goat guangsa to find her -- if he knew that her deadline was not far away, even if he was torn to pieces, he had to put it together again and climb to find her.

Hold her and say: don't be afraid, I'm here. Wherever you go, I will accompany you.

You are my shadow.

How can a person live without a shadow?

Although the shadow once did something he regretted all his life and was abandoned by him.

But when the shadow is going to disappear completely, the master will definitely appear in front of her.

Kunlun doesn't want Fang Yuan to do that.

She just needs to live well.

In that way, even if she hides in the coldest, darkest, wettest and lonely corner of the world and leaves the world with a low wail, she can safely close her eyes.

But Fang Yuan didn't give up her, the goat didn't, and the king of Jiuyou didn't.

King Jiuyou doesn't want Kunlun alive.

When she was alive, she would increase the variables of some things, so she ordered Yanyin envoy to secretly track the goat -- if there is another person in the world who can find Kunlun, then this person can only be a goat.

So the goat came to Kunlun Mountain tonight and brought the two confident Yanyin envoys.

King Jiuyou underestimated Kunlun after all, so the two women separated their heads from their bodies.

Kunlun, lie on the goat, close your eyes tired, meditate and adjust your internal breathing.

If she was alone, Kunlun iron would lie on the ground and feel the cold wind blowing her life away.

But the goat is there.

Kunlun such a proud girl, how can she die silently under the eyes of this old guy?

In that case, people will laugh at you.

Kunlun never liked people outside the square to joke with her. Naturally, he didn't want to be laughed at by people other than him.

Therefore, she has to work hard to live -- even if she insists on living one more second, it is unbearable pain.

The night wind was colder and sharper. It was refracted back on the edges and corners of the mountain, mixed with snow particles. It hit the goat's old face like iron sand from the muzzle of a gun.

Grandma te, this damn place is really not for people.

The frozen goat smiled silently and bitterly. Looking at the bright moon in the sky, he felt that he was not pressed by a girl, but a cold snow mountain.

Oh -- the wind suddenly accelerated and blew the hat on Kunlun's head.

The black hair, like the black elves suppressed under the glacier for tens of thousands of years, immediately danced wildly in the cold wind under the moonlight, which also made the goat see Kunlun's face.

This is a pretty iconic girl's face.

In the goat's view, a girl's smiling face can be called a sign when it is perfect.

Closed eyes, pretty nose, thin mouth, slightly pointed chin -- who could have thought that Kunlun, which has been wrapped in brown clothes for many years, turned out to be such a symbolic little girl?

She is four years younger than Fang Yuan. Is she twenty-three this year?

A little girl of this age, if conditions permit, shouldn't be carrying a famous brand bag with eyebrows and eyes, stepping on nine inch high thin high-heeled diamond inlaid leather shoes, wearing the most suitable small skirt and big sunglasses, walking proudly in the street like a queen and dismissing the eyes of men?

However, since four years ago, Kunlun has been covered up in brown. Living alone on the cold Kunlun Mountain, except for necessary meals and rest, Kunlun has stood on the edge of the cliff all the time and looked south.

She is the shadow of a person. There are people she can't live without in that direction.

"You, what are you thinking?"

When the goat stared at the little face carved out of the rock and was stunned, he felt that his eyes brightened and Kunlun opened his eyes.

"I was thinking, this place is so cold, it's best to have someone hold you."

The goat blurted out this sentence like a bewitcher.

Then he regretted again and was so frightened that he quickly closed his eyes -- he really didn't dare to look at Kunlun.

It's strange that Kunlun didn't turn his face. His left hand supported the ground. His body was like a feather blown by the wind. He stood up gently from the goat. His right hand flashed. When the knife flashed, the brown hat had been put on her head again.

In the world, it seems that Kunlun is the only one who can wear a hat for himself with a sharp strange knife.

"Can you give me a hand? My old man's legs are unconscious... Well, forget it. I believe I can get up myself. "

As soon as the goat reached out his hand, he hurried back and stood up.

Then he stood upright and fell to the ground.

No way, no matter who keeps the goat kneeling on the ground for an hour and a half, he will fall and die again.

Kunlun didn't even look at him, let alone help him up. He walked slowly to the cave as if he didn't exist.

Looking at the back of Kunlun Mountain disappearing at the entrance of the cave, the goat wanted to cry.

But he smiled.

He likes Kunlun.

This is the real Kunlun.

After seven or eight minutes, the goat finally stood firm and staggered to the hole.

Just as his right foot was about to step in, he immediately retracted back, raised his hand and knocked on the cold mountain. He politely asked, "excuse me, can I go in and warm up?"

"No, No."

Kunlun's voice, colder than the cold wind, blew out of the dark hole.

"Well, can I have a word with you?"

The goat would not be angry at the ruthlessness of Kunlun, and still asked politely.

This time, Kunlun didn't make a sound, as if she wasn't in the hole.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, the goat said, "someone asked me to tell you to live and not die."

That person, no doubt, is Fangyuan.

In the world, only the words around can be branded in the deepest heart by Kunlun word by word.

Like what he said when he drove her away, Kunlun can still remember every word.

He asked the goat to come to Kunlun. He didn't expect the old man to persuade the eccentric girl back to the pass.

Goat, in this trip, is to act as a pager.

He doesn't care.

Just as he was very clear, after he conveyed the sentence of "Fang Yuan", even if Kunlun had already reached Fengdu City, he had to turn around and walk back!

After people have a strong desire for survival, death can't be stopped.

Kunlun still didn't speak, as if she had disappeared into the world.

The goat waited for a long time. When he turned around, he heard a crisp click - that's the sound of water droplets falling on the stone.

It's very pleasant. It sounds like rolling dice.

Qin Dachuan's favorite sound is the sound of rolling dice.

The ancients: one gun, two guns.

Brother Dachuan felt that it was more appropriate to change the cannon into dice.

Although the silver in his pocket would flow out as soon as the dice rang.

That was before last night.

Or after Fang Yuan won 27 in a row.

Sweat dripping from brother Dachuan's forehead.

Of course not scared, but excited.

He finally saw what a real master is.