Bai Lixing's heart was very worried. Although he remembered the words in the tomb, his disciples turned to him.

Everyone is more sensitive and worried about Tengu Food Day.

The group went down the mountain together.

Day after day, year after year.

Baili Xingyan walked the world, counting the time from day to day, and later, she became the day to day to remember her.

It would be too difficult to live without her. Fortunately, although the ghosts are flooding, those high-level zombies who are more powerful that he can't even deal with have never appeared.

As usual, he was guarding another evil place in the wild, because before it was evening, his masters and brothers were talking with the villagers who followed him.

He stood not far with his sword in his arms, and looked at the direction of the Nandou faction.

"Speaking of which, since the last day of Tengu Food Day, it seems like there have been no zombies in the world since then. They all say that Tengu Food Day will have a wicked world, how do I feel like all zombies were eaten by Tengu what."

"What are you dreaming about? Zombies are rare, okay. Zombies are far more scary than demons. Do n’t talk about them. You really attracted zombies. The evil spirit in this cave is strong, so maybe you do n’t know. There really is a zombie. "

I don't know who's voice got into the ears of the hundred miles of smoke, he was agitated.

A thought in my heart suddenly grew wild and could not stop.

"Well, where did Shiye go? Since Shiye was gone, my brother has always been in such a state of absent-mindedness, and speaking of it, I have to be more chic to be single, so there will be no such parting pain."

"Don't say anything, shut up! If your brother hears you, even if you die, don't bother us."

...

The brothers and sisters were humming, but they didn't hear the ears.

His brain was buzzing, and he didn't know what was going on. He couldn't think normally.

Even when a wild dog spewed out of the cave today, he almost passed through the claws of the wild dog because of his absence.

Fortunately, a life was retrieved in time.

Regardless of the wound, he stumbled and left for Nandou.

The students, brothers and sisters behind him exclaimed and followed him, all of them were trying to discourage him from trying to hold him down and help him apply medicine, but he was like a madman, pushing them away again and again and heading towards the Nandou faction.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, his legs were shaking and softening, his head was torn open, and the fire was uncomfortable.

His mind was chaotic, his eyes kept staring at the direction of the Nandou faction, just like there was a pile of bonfires burning in front of him. He was afraid that the fire would burn out as he walked slowly.

I don't know who brought a horse. He rode up, surrounded by cold winds. Although his body was cold, his heart was even colder, as if a hole had been opened, and the wind was blowing in all directions.

He entered the formation and went outside the tomb.

Instead of stopping as usual, he rushed directly to the hole in the tomb.

But when he touched the open organ, he hesitated again.

She said that she could not be disturbed when she was in retreat. Unless she came out, no one could break in, or she would fall short.

If so, what if he broke in and interrupted her?

He was so anxious that Fang noticed that the wound in his chest was extremely painful.

Slowly leaning against the door of the cemetery, he fell to the ground and reached out, covering his chest.

How to do?

How to do?