Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

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There should be an end to this troubled world.

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Don't look back, we are people who are going to die, and there is no way out.

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General, is there really a world without war in this world?

Who knows?

If not, we will kill one and come back.

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It's been a long time in troubled times.

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Hahaha, yes, poor man.

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It's better to finish it earlier.

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I want a bright and bright world in this world!

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Nan'er, as a teacher, go and see, that peaceful and prosperous age.

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Peace and prosperity! !

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Write the ending of this troubled world for me from here!

Wang Jian's spear fell down.

"kill!!!"

Wanjun rushed out and broke through the storm.

It also seems that the century-old beacon has been broken.

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Hahaha, unexpectedly, today it is even higher.

Chapter 181: For this troubled world, send a ride

Day will break.

I can't remember when the rain stopped, but I only remember that when the rain stopped, the sound of fighting had gradually disappeared.How long?Probably killed a day and a night.

From the night of the first day to now.

There was no more strength in his body, as if subconsciously raised the heavy spear in his hand, and chopped it down at the person rushing in front of him.Blood splattered on his face, and his eyes were slightly red.You feel cold all over your body, but your chest seems to be burning. The blood surging in your chest seems to be the last proof to remind you that you are not dead yet.

The buzzing in the ears continued, until all the sounds gradually dissipated, and the surroundings became silent.

It was so silent that there was no more sound.

The clouds on the horizon in the distance were shimmering from behind, covered by the clouds, making it difficult to see clearly.

Until a beam of light finally broke through the cover of the clouds, shone down, and projected on this wasteland.

The light finally illuminates this land shrouded in darkness.

Shine on those who are still alive.

A soldier lowered his head, half-kneeling on the ground, with both hands supporting the Chang Ge beside him, his head bowed.His hair was disheveled, blood was congealed on his cheeks, and he couldn't see anything clearly. He could only see the pair of black and white eyes that were still open, staring blankly at the ground.

The clouds broke, and the sun gradually rose from the sky, and beams of light passed through the clouds. It should be dawn.

It seemed to feel the warmth of the light shining on his body.

The soldier raised his head, and the light cast on his face made him unable to keep his eyes open.It seemed that he finally had a sense of consciousness and looked around.

What catches the eye is the blood flowing on the ground, gathering together to form a pool of blood.

There was a faint stench in the air, and it was unknown whether it was the smell of blood or the rotten corpse.

Countless clusters of arrows were stuck on the ground, and the broken swords were either lying or standing there, the blades reflecting light.

The corpses were piled together, and the severed limbs fell on the ground, perhaps just beheaded, still twitching.

The wet and soft soil was stained blood-brown, and the blood on the blades of grass was mixed with rainwater dripping from the tips of the low-hanging blades.

The soldier looked at everything in front of him numbly, with no expression on his face, no joy or sorrow for surviving.He just withdrew his gaze in vain, and stood up from his own Chang Ge who was swaying in the distance.

Looking up, looking at the bright sky, I don't know what I'm thinking.

Qin Jun won, and the victorious Qin Jun survived, either lying or sitting there, among the silent crowd, as if he himself was just a corpse.

In a corner of the battlefield, Gu Nan stood there, his armor had already lost its original color.Brother Hei stood beside her panting, he was already in his 20s, and he was no longer able to run as if he would never get tired.

Gu Nan wanted to pull the spear out from the chest of a dead soldier, and pulled it lightly, but found that his spear seemed to be caught by something.

Slowly turned his head to look.

Her spear pierced the man's chest, and the man's hands held the spearhead, his eyes were wide open, and he looked at her steadily.

There is something in the eyes, resentment, resentment, pleasure, or fear.

Gu Nan couldn't tell, she just looked at that person quietly.

After a while, she stepped on the man's shoulder, and with a twitch of the spear in her hand, drops of blood splashed to the side.

He bent down and put his hands over his eyes.

The eyes were closed when her hands moved away, and she stood up.