Chapter 65

At dusk, there are no birds, only steps.

The Taotie pagoda was so amazing that they had never seen it in their life.

There are three teams of people came in, the same, congenital guide were stopped outside the tower.

Outside the forbidden area is a military tent several kilometers away from where Yang Fan and his family came in. Gongyu walked out of the tent and looked up at Wang Gehai, who was looking at the forbidden area. He was puzzled.

"What's the matter with Uncle Wang?"

Wang Gehai shakes his head and sighs and goes into the tent. As a protector, he is waiting for the family to go to the forbidden area.

In the tower, Yang Fan with long hair like a waterfall and two jade pendants pinned to his waist is thinking.

He looked at yabozi, who was courting him in front of him, and said with a smile, "it's not so troublesome to choose a successor. I think it's good to have someone."

Yabozi suddenly felt nervous. "Brother, it's necessary. Zhenhunqin is a magic weapon with self-consciousness. It won't accept the arrangement, even if you were the one who broke it in those years."

Yang Fan sneered, looking at the Qin that was tightly protected by yabozi and trembling in his arms. He wanted to laugh. Zhenhunqin, which is said to be invincible, was smashed in two by him.

"So, brother, look at us?"

Jokes belong to jokes. Yang Fan knows the truth. "If you play a game, everyone in the tower will enter the game. Whoever wins will be the inheritor of Qin."

Yabozi nodded.

With a wave, six different scenes switch, Yang Fan looked at the light curtain under the black curtain, the crowd shrouded, slightly showed a smile.

"I want to see if I can win your nearly ten thousand year layout."

Yang Fan went into the light curtain. Yabozi put down the tower, put the piano between his knees and played it.

Yabo's bullets are high mountains and flowing water, but they can only pop up the rhythm of cotton. Yabo has never been a good person, a gentleman or a soft hearted person, but he will stay on the line.

Just like Yang Fan left a line for him.

Yabozi angrily clapped the zither, feeling that the spirit that was about to dissipate did not shed tears. Instead, he looked at the light curtain excitedly. "When it came out that you were missing, I couldn't sleep at night, and divined the future with the help of the divine plan. Yang Fan, my layout of tens of thousands of years, it's time for you to enter."

Yabozi yawned, "I didn't tell you, if you die here, you are really dead."

Yabozi falls asleep with the piano in his arms. He hasn't closed his eyes for tens of thousands of years.

Taotie pagoda suddenly gives out light. Yao Yao's master is shocked. He rushes up, but is thrown away.

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Yao Yao, who had just fought with her second younger martial brother, came to a deserted place. She looked at the foot of the mountain and found a familiar figure, "little younger martial sister!"

Yao Yao clenched her teeth because she saw other people killed by him in the ice and snow.

Finally, she met the second younger martial brother. They didn't seem to know each other, which made her more lucky.

They are all moving in different directions.

Wu Haotian, who is carrying three swords behind him, opens his eyes. He finds himself sitting on his dream dragon chair. In front of the chair, there is a yellow door curtain engraved with the picture of dragon breaking the sky. When he lifts the door curtain, he sees thousands of people calling for long live Jin'an.

Yang Fan opened his eyes. He stood beside a big tree. The leaves of the big tree were withered and yellow. There were many withered and yellow leaves on the green grass. He looked up at the blue sky. The sun was dazzling. He blocked the dazzling light of the sun with his hand and waved his fist to show that he was just an ordinary man.

A voice suddenly came out of his mind, "Yang Fan, if you die here, you will really die!"

Yang Fan sneered. Behind him came a girl. She was dressed in white, a little short, with a round face and a cute face. She had holes in her white shoes and was dirty. She had a sword in her hand. She didn't know where she had left it.

This person is the younger martial sister who was killed by Yao Yao in the ice and snow.

The younger martial sister patted him on the shoulder and asked kindly, "have you met my husband?"

Yang Fan calmly looks at her. Yang Fan doesn't know her sufferings and doesn't plan to accompany her to experience them together. But just as he is ready to speak, the younger martial sister hugs Yang Fan. "My husband, I finally found you. Where have you been these days? I won't beat you any more. Will you forgive me?"

Yang Fan is greatly surprised, this arranged a daughter-in-law for oneself suddenly? How can yabozi do things?

Now he wants to go straight to kill his teeth, but he has no hair.

He gently pushed away the younger martial sister, "it's OK, lady. I don't know what her name is. I..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Fan was slapped by his younger martial sister.

"Can you forget the name of my mother Zeng Qing?"

Yang Fan is cleaned up by Haosheng.

At the same time, Wu Haotian, who was sitting on the Dragon chair, was kicked down by the prime minister from the Dragon chair and trampled on his feet. On the main hall, Han Ruolan, who was wearing gorgeous clothes and a golden crown, came forward gently, "Wu Haotian, how dare you dare to covet the throne, and put him in the heaven prison for me."

Visitors one by one mouth is sad, Mo Ruyu is sad face, red eyes he has no tears.

Mo Ruyu said goodbye to her third aunt, immediately closed the door and pushed her to the concubine.

"Oh, don't be like this, Xiaomo. Your father just died. It's not good."

Mo Ruyu sneered, "didn't you let me kill him?"

Soon there was a happy voice in front of the hall.

One morning later, he walked out of the hall and went to give alms.

When he came to the almsgiving point, he was very happy in the praise of the beggars, but not everyone was grateful to him, so he ordered people to capture all those who didn't thank him. Anyway, they were all beggars. Who would pay attention to them when they died?

In the evening, Mo Ruyu went home happily.

In this world, it seems that all but a few people have become different.

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Yang Fan, who was seriously injured, was lying on the bed, looking at Zeng Qing, who was giving him medicine. He was a little timid. Since yesterday, he had been beaten three or four times for no reason, and his whole body was injured. He was very obedient. After drinking the medicine, Zeng Qing left, and Yang Fan looked at the outside world.

Not long later, Zeng Qing brought a bowl of porridge and cried as he fed it. "Promise me, don't leave me. I promise I won't have another time."

When Yang Fan saw that she looked like a victim, he felt bitter. He had just tried, and the whole world could not detect a trace of spiritual power, that is to say, he could not practice at all.