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After the bamboo sober, I found that Zhang Xiaoba had no idea where to go. This is just a little bit of recollection of the things just now.

After that, a bad idea rose from the heart, Zhang Xiaoba should be dead.

Otherwise, how can not be in, think of here can not help to get sour nose, tears have fallen.

Although the time of lifting Zhang Xiaoba is relatively short, but Zhang Xiaoba is a great benefactor. Without him, he cannot go to the present situation.

The more I think, the more sad, I finally cry.

I don't know how long it took, and then stopped crying under the bamboo and climbed up from the ground. I looked around.

The spring still gurgles, and the dry deep pool has become sparkling again. A bright moon in the sky reflects in it, which seems to have a different mood, but. Now where he has the mood to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the world, frowned. Start cleaning the site.

The war just now is really amazing. If Zhang Xiaoxia dies, his magic should be left behind. Pack up and make a caisson. This is the only thing he can do now.

But in place for a half day, but nothing found, only scattered debris, are another person's things.

Under the bamboo frowned, the mind felt strange.

If there is no, it is better to build a grave, which is a meeting.

Under the bamboo, I washed my face with spring water, and I felt much more energetic and drank two more. Then I started to look for stones everywhere.

Over time, a stone - built grave appeared beside the pool.

Another piece of wood was found, engraved with a name of Xiaoba, knelt in front of the grave, muttered for a long time, and then stood up again.

Now he is alone, go back, or continue, under the bamboo some of the loss.

Like the direction of return looked at, did not move, because this time came out with the task, Qibao lotus, must find, but he is where, under the bamboo do not know.

The moon has been hung on top of the head, the silver moon falls like a waterfall, everything around it becomes soft and beautiful.

He sighed long. If Zhang Xiaoba was in, then it would be fine. He would know where the seven treasures lotus was, but

A little bitter appeared on the face under the bamboo.

Sitting in the same place, suddenly, there was a rustle in the distance.

Bamboo suddenly stunned, because this kind of sound is not made by animals, should be the sound of human footsteps.

He remembered the thin old man who was desperately struggling with Zhang Xiaoba, didn't he

Under the bamboo stood up, hand has grabbed a stick, watch the direction of the sound.

The sound stopped suddenly, and the surroundings became silent again.

In the grass in the distance, seven people were thinking of watching under the bamboo.

"How about it, is it just him." One person whispered to the people next to him.

"I think it should be, you see if there is a grave beside him, with a personal name on it." Another said.

"Yes, it is the person with him who should be dead. How can there be a grave without death?" One person said.

"The man who fought with him died, too." A voice asked.

"Dead. Absolutely dead. I see, the baby boy is abandoned. " A voice answered.

"Grass, you see so clearly, that palace Ze master finally how." A voice asked.

"I don't know. I don't dare to see it." That voice is a little embarrassed.

"It seems that God really hurts us." A voice said.

"What does it mean." Asked the people next to him.

"People are dead. The lotus of seven treasures is not ours. As long as we get the lotus, we can cultivate it. We can also give our strength to the world." A voice said.

The people next to him sighed and reached out their big mother's fingers.

"It doesn't have to be. That bamboo is not dead yet. He is. I think it's a bit difficult. " A voice said.

"He is alone, seven of us. It should be OK to kill him." A voice said.

"Can I do it?" Someone asked.

"I agree." One person said.

"I agree, too." Another voice said.

Seven people finally passed the agreement, ready to destroy the bamboo.

Under bamboo now Zhang Xiaoba's grave, he did not move, because he was not sure what the other party wanted to do, how many people each other had. Now, static braking should be the best way?

In the grass, seven people stood up, and came under the brush like bamboo.

The fingers of the stick under the bamboo moved, and the look was solemn.

"Give you two choices, first, commit suicide, and second, we kill you." A voice said coldly.Zhu Xia shook his head and said, "I don't have the habit of suicide. As for whether you can kill me, it may still be unknown."

"Grass, this boy is too arrogant." One can't stand it any more.

Seven people slowly like under the bamboo surrounded. There was a look of greed on his face.

One to seven, under the bamboo some worry, but, when the birthday choice, did not retreat, if died, that even their own bad luck.

The eyes under the bamboo are always staring at a man. The man seems to be the head of these seven people. He made all the decisions just now.

When the two sides got together about 10 meters, the bamboo suddenly rose into the air, brought up a few shadows, and rushed forward directly like the man who had seen him.

"Oh." When the man saw the bamboo rush forward, he screamed with fright. The long knife in his hand shook and drew a semicircle, hoping to stop the attack under the bamboo.

However, it was too late. A hand under the bamboo just avoided the blade of the long knife, and passed through the middle and seized the other party's throat at once.

Then towards his side of the area, his fingers suddenly forced, and there was a fake click. The man's throat had been broken, his body pulled out in a burst, and then he was thrown out under the bamboo.

The direction of flying out was actually the direction of another person's attack. The sword directly pierced that person's body, and the blood flowed across.

At this time, he felt the cold wind behind him suddenly. Something had been cut down. He was scared to shrink back, hoping to avoid it. However, there was no sharp pain in his back. He was cut by something, and the blood gushed.

"He's hurt. Come on, kill him." Someone saw a good shot and yelled excitedly.

Who knows, when I want to do it again, Zhuxia has disappeared. Several people look at each other, and then they find that Zhuxia is standing in the distance, looking at them darkly, and his clothes have been dyed red with blood.