The Fall of a Tyrant

更新时间2015-11-713:00:31字数：1276

This year's winter was extraordinarily long, and the episode on Wuqi Mountain did not cause much disturbance. No one knew that the Lord of Yuhutang, who was punished by everyone, had disappeared in this cold winter, and the world has lost a major disaster.

The freshmen of the Ten Schools are flourishing, and in a blink of an eye their foothold in the rivers and lakes is already secure.

The things in the mansion of the young sect master remained the same, and it was not disturbed at all because of the occupation.

The red-haired young man lay tossing and turning in the room where he had slept for several years, surrounded by silence, he began to miss the stubborn man who had warmed the bed for him. If he didn't leave, he thought at the beginning that he could continue like this, maybe in another two years he would be able to forget all the hatred, and then continue to be a "prisoner" who was imprisoned in this mansion to live a comfortable and comfortable life.

This was just his original guess.The wind outside the room was blowing violently, and it was blowing hard, making it even more difficult for the young man to fall asleep.

There is only wind blowing down the mountain, but the people living on the mountain are terrible.

There was heavy snow on Nanshan Mountain, and the peach blossoms that were in full bloom were covered by the falling snow, and they seemed to be incomplete and withered.

On the promenade beside Taoyuan, Huang Lai was wearing expensive and gorgeous fur shoulders, but he felt that he couldn't resist the rushing cold. He looked at Taoyuan with cold eyes that there were no servants who were saving those peach blossoms, but he couldn't Know exactly where to look.

A servant boy carefully reminded him: "Master, it's cold, Mr. Zhe is waiting for you in the room."

Huang Lai nodded slightly, stood for a while and then left Taoyuan. His mood was extremely complicated, and there were always some dark memories that could not be shaken off in his mind.

Unknowingly, he seemed to perceive something, and immediately found himself in the burned yard.

More than half of the dilapidated yard has been demolished, and it stands there miserable.

Huang Lai's head hurt inexplicably, and he was startled in his heart. He seemed to see the man who had been tortured so badly by himself lying on the wooden bed coughing uncontrollably.

He has entered this dilapidated room several times. He obviously noticed that the man's quilt was too thin to avoid the wind and cold, but he stubbornly refused to open his mouth to give alms to this poor man.

Did that man really owe him anything?

Huang Lai thought about it carefully, what did Vulcan owe him for him to treat someone who had nothing to do with him like this, or was it just his own self-directed and self-acted the whole process.

Thinking of this, Huang Lai felt a little blocked, and his mood became more and more disturbed. He had treated countless difficult and miscellaneous diseases, but he didn't know where to start with his own disease.

He was getting more and more flustered.

The difficult night was finally over.

Everything is still deeply buried under the white snow, and there is a man riding a horse in the depth of the pale snow. This man's eyes are far-reaching, and what he can see is the generous and magnificent Wuqi Mountain.

Qingfeng looked deeply at the faintly visible corner of the green tiles on the mountain, feeling inseparable in his heart.

He remembered what the senior holy doctor said when he left Vulcan in Wuqi Mountain.

"This person is dead, and there will never be a day of resurrection. Although I can't save this dead body, I can bring him back to life with another identity. There is still a ghost within seven days after death. I will Do my best to restore his ghost, but before that, you have to promise me that you will forget all the hatred with this person's rebirth, and you must not be too resentful to miss the best time for him to restore."

These untrue words pulled him out of the dark swamp like a glimmer of light. He thought he was about to suffocate, but now this thought made him rekindle his desire for life, like this unruly fast horse, to find The direction of progress and the freedom of galloping.

Vulcan, let alone choose to give up hatred for you, even if it takes my life, I will wait until the day you are reborn.

The world is boundless, and he is the only one left to walk alone.

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