Xiahou Chenpei glanced at the other eight elders of the Xiahou family and asked, "What do you think?"
Xiahou Hongfeng said respectfully: "Uncle, please make a ruling. We will all comply with it."
Xiahou Chenpei smiled and said, "In that case, it's just what Dongrong said. What's your problem with Hanzi not being a friend?" He still used to call Hanzi a little friend.
Hanzi smiled lightly and said: "It is the responsibility of our generation to eliminate demons and defend the Tao. There is no such thing. It is also the duty of the younger generation. I have no objection. It is just for the younger generation's affairs that I have made all the elders work hard. The younger generation is really
I feel sorry for you."
Xiahou Chen Peisu said: "The demon Guanri Tong has been besieging my Xiahou family for more than a thousand years. If I can get rid of it with your hands, little friend, it will be my great kindness to my Xiahou family. Not to mention this little friend."
It's a small matter. From now on, my little friend, I have a destiny, and my Xiahou family will spare no effort, but I will rely on you, my little friend."
He had been smiling before, but now he suddenly said these words solemnly, which seemed to arouse the nerves of everyone in the Xiahou family. At the same time, he was reminding them of the past two thousand years that had haunted the Xiahou family.
The cancer is so difficult to eradicate. The Xiahou family has struggled with it for more than a thousand years without success. If it can be truly eradicated, it will indeed be a supreme kindness.
The cold wind outside the dining hall is still there, the drizzle is still there, and the world is filled with chills. The hearts of everyone in the Xiahou family feel as if they have been smeared with a thick layer of lead powder, which is heavy.
Yes, that thousand-year nightmare, the thirty-five women who have sacrificed for the Xiahou family, and the countless undead souls who have died fighting the demon. If this demon can be eliminated, those thousand-year-old souls will
, and finally will be able to rest in peace.
The wind is howling and the rain is falling.
All the Xiahou family members in the dining hall were silently mourning the passing soul in their hearts.
The dining hall once again fell into deathly silence.
After a long while, Xiahou Hongfeng said slowly: "Hanzi, what the old fort master said just now is the promise of my Xiahou family. If it can be used in the future, but with your words, my Xiahou family will give up everything."
Go with strength."
His words were firm and powerful, and they were promises coming from the depths of his heart.
In this situation, Han Zi knew that any unnecessary words would appear to be pretentious, so it would be better to agree to it quickly. As for whether they will be used in the future, who knows. He said: "Elders, I have great affection for you, juniors."
I understand it here first. This junior will definitely do his best to get rid of that devil."
At that moment, everyone sat down and discussed matters for tomorrow.
When everyone came out of the dining hall, it was already midnight.
Hanzi, Xiahou Dongrong, and Xiaoya were walking back to their residence. Although her father was beside her, Xiaoya still held Hanzi's arm and pressed her body closely against him, feeling sweet in her heart.
No matter what, this boy fought for her, and she felt proud.
Before, she might have been a girl whose heart hadn't grown up yet. But after this incident, she suddenly became mature.
Although she no longer has the mentality of an ignorant girl, she is still proud of him.
There is no girl who doesn’t want her boy to be a strong man, a man who can protect herself and give herself infinite security.
Xiahou Dongrong said nothing because he believed in his own vision. Moreover, he had no other choice.
On the sixth day of the first lunar month, the northwest wind was level 3 to 4, with moderate snow, and the temperature was 5 to -2 degrees.
On this day, it was snowing like goose feathers around Xiahou Fort. However, it did not fall as moderately as the weather forecast predicted, but heavy snow fell like a goddess scattering flowers.
The weather is exactly the same as it was forty-nine years ago, but will the fate of Xiahou Castle be the same as it was forty-nine years ago? Can their fate be changed by the cold weather?
The men of the Xiahou family all rushed back after receiving the call before dawn. For the freedom of the family, none of them backed down.
Everyone involved in this matter is full of fighting spirit, but no one dares to say that this matter will definitely succeed.
After all, it was a nightmare that had haunted the Xiahou family for nearly two thousand years.
In the morning, the time is fixed at 9:10.
In front of Wufu Cave in the back mountain, dozens of men from the Xiahou family plus Hanzi, who will be half of the Xiahou family, gathered together. According to the plan discussed last night, they were about to challenge Wufu Cave Zhongguan Ritong.
The supreme supernatural power of demons and blood axes.
The biting cold wind is howling, white snow is fluttering in the sky, and the mountains behind Xiahou Fort are covered with white snow everywhere you look.
Goose-feather-like snowflakes kept falling from the sky, seemingly without a trace of mercy, wishing to wipe out the boundless land in an instant, leaving the earth completely white. The pine needle trees not far away were covered with snow, and the pine needle trees were full of snow.
The branches were overwhelmed by the weight and hung low, like an old man in his twilight years, looking pale and weak.
The flowers and plants that grew tenaciously in the winter on the mountain all lowered their heads under the weight of the thick white snow, as if they did not want to witness the unknown outcome of the battle that was about to break out.
The small animals on the back mountain, such as squirrels, poked their heads out from the woods and took a look for a long time. It seemed that they couldn't stand the dull and solemn atmosphere of the world. They chirped several times and then hid themselves.
Never showed his face.
On the road up the back mountain, there were still clear footprints of the Xiahou family walking up just a moment ago. At this time, those deep marks were slowly being covered up by the snowflakes falling from the sky. Gradually,
Gradually, only shallow traces remain.
The back mountain is also called Wufu Mountain, which was the name given by the ancestors of the Xiahou family nearly two thousand years ago. Thousands of years later, the name has not changed.
Wufu Mountain is high into the clouds, and halfway up the mountain is a cloud and mist. It is hazy, as if countless demons and ghosts are gathering in the depths of the clouds and mist. At this time, their eyes are wide open, staring eagerly from top to bottom.
He was watching the dozens of adult men from the Xiahou family, waiting for the opportunity to devour them in an instant.
At this time, all the eyes of the Xiahou family were directed at Wufu Cave, which was located one-third of the way up Wufu Mountain.
Wufu Cave is a circular cave entrance with a diameter of about ten meters. The cave is dark and there is not even a trace of light coming out.
However, a strong cold wind blew out from the cave.
The cold wind was biting, several times colder than the cold wind in the wind and snow outside. Those who were the first to be hit by the cold wind all shivered at the beginning when they were hit by the cold wind.
Several young people from the Xiahou family who were not aware of their strength tried to get close to the cave entrance. Within ten meters of the cave entrance, they were trembled by the cold wind and retreated tremblingly.
Several unconvinced young people walked over using gong, but the result was still the same.
