These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 110: Eternal Miracle (Second update for the bald leader of Sannan)

Once the Ninth Ancestor died, all crises disappeared, and it also meant the end of the battle to defend the villa.

The scene was desolate.

The remaining shadow archers paused for a moment, watching everything quietly, and did not leave.

In the desolate ruins of flesh and blood, with corpses everywhere, it suddenly became dead silent.

The group of Ashes companions who followed Li Youzhu in his escape died and disappeared at the very beginning, and had no ability to escape at all.

"Mother, father."

Ning Jiaojiao ran over quickly, knelt on the ground and sobbed.

Jiao Wuyu just smiled, glanced at Jiao Chiwan beside him, and sent him away, "Go wait outside, you can end what you did for me now."

Jiao Chiwan hesitated to speak, sighed and turned away: "Grandma, I will wait outside for three days."

To be honest, Jiao Chiwan has done his best.

Although she is called grandmother, she is actually just an ordinary member of the tribe.

Since there was no real blood relationship, he could have not come, but he still risked his life to take away his grandmother's children.

He planned to wait outside for three days, and if the brother and sister did not come, he would leave alone.

After all, people are already dead, and the living have to live on.

It is impossible to give up the path of the living just to take the "bones" of the dead home to be buried in peace, or just for some nostalgia.

"Let's go home."

Jiao Wuyu grabbed Ning Jiaojiao's hand and smiled brightly.

She still doesn't know what happened in the villa, and who the phantom with the bow and arrow is, but none of that matters anymore.

The limited time should be left for more important things to do.

Jiao Wuyu was coughing up blood. Li Youzhu supported her and held their daughter's hand. The couple walked along the familiar street.

When they returned to the village, the New Year market had just ended and the folks on the street were looking at them.

"Hey, you two are back."

"It's good to be back."

"It's a pity that it's already after the New Year. We almost celebrated the New Year together."

"Yes, yes." Jiao Wuyu answered with a smile. They crossed the street and came to Erniu's tailor shop.

"Sister Erniu, I want to buy clothes for mom." Ning Jiaojiao said in a crying voice.

The three of them bought a new set of clothes, put on a silver crown and ethnic costumes, which made Jiao Wuyu look much more lively, like a beauty in ancient costume.

"I'll give you another bamboo basket." Brother Li, a bamboo craftsman next to them, came over, and the couple greeted them with a smile: "Village leader, your relationship is still as good as ever."

"You two have a good relationship." Jiao Wuyu seemed extremely happy to see an old friend he had known for a hundred years.

The family of three walked to the street, crossed the long street, came to the alley, and strolled in the afterglow of the setting sun. The sunlight stretched the shadows of the three of them very long.

Ning Zheng looked at their backs and fell into a long silence.

He turned and left.

There is no past, so as an outsider I shouldn't get involved.

A group of phantom archers took advantage of their last remaining time to quietly float to the very high sky. They did not dare to disturb anyone and just watched everything turning into small dots, and watched the streets and houses at the foot of the mountain.

His gaze finally fell on the family of three.

The golden road under the sun slowly unfolded in front of the three of them, but it seemed to spread into an unknown fog, crossing the village's past flames of war and the roar of dragons, and came to the end.

Squeak!

Arriving at a house built a hundred years ago and pushing open the door, the familiar layout has become a different setting.

There are a few river monsters tied up in the corner, the jar is full of magical rice, and the house is kept in order by Su Yu Niang.

"Please come in and sit down, guests."

Jiao Wuyu called out to Su Yuniang who was hiding outside the door and peeking, then went to the kitchen to cook with a smile.

Ning Jiao Jiao cried and ran to help. Su Yu Niang also held back her tears and said, "I'll help too. I'm a good cook."

Li Youzhu picked up the book and sat in the yard reading, as usual.

At this moment, the atmosphere of fireworks in the house seems to be the same as in the past.

"Come for dinner."

The bowls and chopsticks are set out and the steaming hot meal is served.

The family of three was eating in the yard, laughing and talking, passing food to each other and chatting about the past.

The embarrassing things that happened in the family in the past, the meeting between the couple, the time spent hanging out with Ning Jiaojiao, the things they hated and liked, and the time when the mother took Ning Jiaojiao to explore the interconnected underground river.

The setting sun was getting dimmer and dimmer, Jiao Wuyu's voice was getting smaller and smaller, and as he was eating, his true form was revealed, and he turned into a broken dragon and fell in the yard.

"Mom!" Ning Jiaojiao choked with red eyes.

Li Youzhu said nothing.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, he looked at the wellhead in the courtyard in a trance. That was the beginning of everything.

It was as if he saw the lovely girl wagging her tail in the well, picking up the water from the bucket and splashing it on his books.

She hid at the mouth of the well and dug a small hole with a small shovel in order to find a place to stay, and her body was covered in blood.

He was reading a book and she was singing in the well.

He was fishing, and she insisted on climbing up with the hook in her mouth.

They fished for river monsters together, hid in a cave under the well to avoid being chased by adults, and laughed triumphantly together.

He seemed to have seen the roar of the dragon in the ancestral temple and the bloodthirsty killing intent of the villagers on that night of war. In the billowing smoke, he grabbed the other's hand and jumped into the well and swam, swam, swam
"It turns out that I was already dead back then. I am his ashes."

He looked far into the sky at the setting sun, and in his eyes, the dead and gray colors of the world suddenly became bright, colorful and extremely beautiful.

His cloudy and dead eyes were no longer blurry, but the future was shrouded in a thick fog.

He thought to himself, "I have seven emotions and six desires, but I don't have a flesh and blood body."

boom! ! !
Visions of heaven and earth suddenly arise.

Countless clouds lingered above the sky and gathered at the top of the Sword-Forging Villa, forming a huge black wave that came like a huge wave.

Rays of evening sunlight penetrated the dark clouds, and golden rays shot down to the ground and landed on the house, casting a golden halo.

“What is that?!” In the distant Sword-Forging Villa, the blacksmiths walked out of the room, looked at the sky, and looked at the village at the foot of the mountain, with an uncontrollable shock on their faces. A huge and boundless divine power condensed, as if the greatest eternal miracle in the world would condense here.

All the ghosts on the streets, in the villages, and in the shops were startled and raised their heads as if they wanted to witness such a rare wonder in the world.

Li Youzhu stood quietly in the courtyard, with circles of amber-like gelatinous souls spreading around him, as if he was the only true god in this ancient mountain range.

A shocked and angry deep male voice came from the sky: "How dare you!"

Wow.

Li Youzhu stood up slowly: "So what if you think I'm bold?"

A flower bloomed above his head, dangerous and beautiful, and the dark clouds in the sky quickly gathered together, pulling out a black flower, then the second, and the third.

“When the flowers bloom and see me, they know that I am not myself.”

(End of this chapter)