final catastrophe

Chapter 332 16. Comfort
"Brother, I used to work in the Xintian Palace of the Imperial Court, so I read a lot of your information. But I only saw that after the silver moon catastrophe, the ghost tide broke out in Tianzhong Continent not long after, what stories happened to you after that?

Can you talk to me about it. "

The thin girl sat cross-legged beside the man in white.

"Xia Mo, come here." Fang Dinggang's voice suddenly came from behind.

Xia Mo curled her lips in dissatisfaction, her eyeballs glanced back strangely, and said loudly, "I'll be busy later!"

After finishing speaking, he focused his attention on the man in front of him who was full of taste.

This man is the pillar of her heart, she never expected to see a living person in her lifetime, and he is so gentle, so handsome, and so forthright.

The notebook that ordinary people regard as a treasure, he took it as soon as he said, and according to the boss and the others, in fact, his brother was only injured, otherwise it would be very serious
And, he is likely to be the key figure in bringing the survivors to a new era.

To put it bluntly, he is a hero.

And she is just a little "carrier pigeon" who manages the information of Xintian Palace, and is shouted every day to "give me a copy of the information".

Other people's blooming season is indeed her locked cage. If it wasn't for her elder brother with the same surname who silently supported and encouraged her, she might have collapsed long ago.

Xia Ji looked at this female human curiously. What's the matter with such an appearance that she has known herself for a long time?

But the answer was already on the verge of speaking, "A lot of things happened after that, it's a long, long story."

"The elder brother speaks slowly, and I listen slowly."

Xia Ji nodded, and then said: "A long time ago, there was a young man who possessed great righteousness and was known as a new star of righteousness, but there was a beautiful witch from the cult..."

He spoke calmly, Wan Wan came, as if he was telling someone else's story.

But the more Xia Mo listened to it, the more she didn't like it. She suddenly said: "How could this happen? Then how can sister Witch die?"

Xia Ji said indifferently: "There is no balance between good and evil, and love will not be blessed. She was seriously injured, and she barely blocked the monster's knife. She has already run out of fuel."

He didn't mention the scale of the battle, nor did he mention the names of the people, but simply told a love story.

There is no strength or weakness in the story, there is no general trend, and some are just lovers who are parting ways.

Xia Mo bit her lip and remained silent, she didn't know what to think, she suddenly asked: "Is that witch sister beautiful?"

There was a smile unconsciously on Xia Ji's lips: "Yes, there is no woman more beautiful than her in this world."

After thinking about it, he added another sentence: "There will never be any more."

Xia Mo didn't know what to say, she felt a little bitter in her heart, she stood up and said, "Brother, I'll go and pour you some water."

She turned her head, confused.
Compared with the vigorous love that my brother has, my own life is simply boring and incomparable.
But how could he be preempted by other women, and how could he have such a deep wound in his heart?

Xia Mo felt a little uncomfortable.

Why not me? !

Suddenly, she felt someone bumped into her, and her shoulders were supported.

He raised his head blankly, his thoughts still immersed in his own world, and it was Fang Dinggang who caught his eyes.

The latter looked at her excitedly, and said, "Xiaomo, I."

He hesitated.

Xia Mo frowned, shook his shoulders, shook off his two hands, and then took two steps back, his expression instinctively showed a layer of coldness, which was far different from his usual liveliness.

It was just a small movement, a simple expression, without even saying anything, but Fang Dinggang felt lost, and when he reached the edge of his mouth, he got stuck, and then fell off the cliff with his heart.

"I'm in a bad mood! Don't block my way!" Xia Mo's tone was very cold, as cold as ice.

Fang Dinggang said: "Xiaomo."

"Are we so close?" Xia Mo snorted coldly, then strode forward, bumping away the man whose head was taller than her.

Fang Dinggang's heart was inexplicably burning with an unknown fire, and his right hand was grabbing the girl's shoulder. Under the skin on the back of his hand was a clearly visible engraving, like a double-layered step.

Although he has never activated Ghost Carving, the power contained in his left hand is extremely terrifying, at least comparable to those people who were rumored to be born with divine power in the past.

If he squeezed his fist and hit the iron block, the iron block might also make fist marks.

This is also the reason why the original exercises were completely abandoned after the ghost engraving system became popular.

Even if there is still practice, it is just exercising skills, or having nostalgic thoughts.

Xia Mo didn't move, but stopped.

She stopped, and a cold breath emanated from the back of her neck. Although it was covered by the long, soft and yellowish hair, the aura and power made Fang Dinggang's nameless anger extinguished immediately.

Therefore, Fang Dinggang's right hand was also hanging in the air.

"You want to hit me?"

A cold voice came, with a smile that was completely different from usual, "Remember to look from the front next time."

After all, the thin girl ran away to the second ice cellar in the cellar, where there were three wine bottles painted with bamboo-green foam in the private storage room, but they were not wine. but water.

Such pure water is the most precious resource in the last days.

After thinking about it, she took out a bottle and turned to leave.

When he returned to the cellar again, he saw that Fang Ding was squatting beside his brother, talking for some reason.

Xia Mo ran over in a hurry, and when he got close, he put his hands away and said with a smile: "Brother is injured and needs to rest."

Fang Dinggang glanced behind him slightly, showed a bitter smile, then nodded, and got up silently.

Seeing him leave, Xia Mo rolled up the jet-black tights and messy long hair, put the bottle of fresh water on the side first, let it defrost, and then asked curiously: "Brother, is that man and you Did you say anything nonsense?"

Xia Ji said: "It's nothing, he was just talking to me about the rivers and lakes of Longzangzhou, saying that the level of the five legends can only be regarded as an ordinary upper level in Tianzhongzhou, etc.
He also said what sect he was from before."

Xia Mo said coldly: "No matter what kind of master they are, they can't compare with my brother. Can they resolve the catastrophe? Can they save so many people and become heroes?"

Xia Ji said indifferently: "He asked me again how much I ranked in the Jianghu strength of Longzangzhou, and said that he had never heard of me before, and in order to prevent you from being deceived by the bad guys, that's why he came here to ask.

It's obvious that he cares about you. "

Xia Mo shook his head and said, "I don't want him to care!
In fact, my brother doesn’t need to care about the rankings in the Jianghu. I also know the five legends of Longzang, Meng Aiwan of Wudang, Heimu Ren Qingying, Xueshan Daobuer, Jianmen Yan Kezhou, and the official dragon king.

But no matter how strong they are, if they come to Tianzhong Continent, they may not be able to land, and they will be killed by evil spirits.

So compared to them, my brother is actually much stronger. "

The caring girl comforted.

(End of this chapter)