"Master Cen? It turns out to be him. Why are you so afraid of him?" The young female cultivator stretched out her head to look at the handsome profile in the setting sun, and sighed softly, "She is indeed as handsome as what is written in the book."

"You are still young and have not experienced his crazy period." The companion shook his head and pulled her back, "Then it's an evil ghost. You can't imagine how desperate and crazy he can be. I've seen that with my own eyes.

Half of the person's body turned into bones, but he still stood and laughed among the dead. I still shudder when I think about it."

The man sitting on the broken wall did not pay attention to the rumors under the roof.

He had been sitting there alone for a long time, staring at the clouds of smoke in the sky doing nothing.

The yellow sand is like a dream, vaguely transforming into that familiar voice, face and smile, as if the person you love in your life is hidden in the clouds that can never be touched.

Thin spiritual power flowed out from his body, spread along the slope, and penetrated into the little tin man. The simple tin man was controlled by the spiritual power, slowly swinging his stiff limbs, a little bit.

At one point he stood up.

It made a tiny chirping sound and walked back and forth around the man on the incomplete roof. Finally, it made the person around him less lonely.

In the distant alley, voices gradually came closer and closer.

Cen Qianshan turned his eyes away from the horizon and saw the small figure crossing the eaves.

"Senior brother, do you really not need another day's rest? The one going down is the road to cross the dead. I heard that it is a place haunted by the dead, and the road is not easy to walk." The little girl said as she walked.

Her senior brother in white walked in front, did not speak, and expressed his attitude with silence.

Miao Hong'er held Mu Xue and shook her head, "It's no use, he won't listen. I've known him for a long time and know what kind of person our Yun Zhongjun is."

The flower of the high mountains, noble and cold, is just a shell. The person is actually like the white jade meatballs just out of the pot, wrapped in cold skin and full of hot pits.

She whispered to Mu Xue, "When Little Yezi first went up the mountain, he was beaten to the ground by Yang Jun from Tiezhu Peak. It was your senior brother Fu who found trouble and blocked people's homes at Tiezhu Peak for three days, so that

Later, Yang Jun's group of people didn't dare to play without Xiaoye."

Mu Xue laughed: "Haha, no wonder Senior Brother Yang and Senior Brother Ye are so close."

The three of them talked and laughed and walked into the dim depths.

High above, the little Tin Man lost power and collapsed, before being picked up by a bandaged arm and put into his arms.
Chapter completed!