Everyone will have heartache. No matter how strong a person is, there will always be a softest place deep in his heart that cannot be touched. When Mustache saw Jia Luorong's gesture on the top of the hill, he felt that his body
All the blood in his body rushed to the top of his head in an instant.
In fact, Jia Luorong was not sure whether Mustache was nearby, nor whether he could see her gestures, but she kept repeating these. There was always a smile on her face, no matter howling
The cold wind passing by was so biting, she just wanted to tell the man in her heart: Jialuorong is fine, everything is fine, don't worry.
The bearded man could no longer put down his hand holding the telescope. The Jialorong on the top of the hill attracted all his eyes and attention. Jinpu Ngawang and Gongjue were constantly looking around. There was only one way to reach this hill.
There is no shortcut to reach the top of the mountain. There are ten or twenty pilgrims on the top of the mountain, but these are only people in the open, and there are many who are hiding in secret. I don’t know how many there are.
"I want to save her." Mustache finally slowly turned around and said to Jinpu Ngawang and Gongjue beside him.
"It's difficult." Jinpu Awang shook his head hesitantly. There were only three of them. If they jumped out rashly, it could only be said that they would surrender.
"Think of other ways." Gongjue also advised.
But Mustache can no longer listen to these correct opinions. He knows that this is a trap, but if he misses this opportunity, he has no certainty that he will be able to find Jia Luorong again in the future.
That woman was so close to him, so close that it seemed like he could save her with just a stretch of his hand. Perhaps Jinpu Awang and Gongjue couldn't fully understand what Mustache was feeling. They only considered whether they would be safe after rushing to save people.
When I came back, I didn't expect what would happen to Jialuorong who kept repeating those gestures on the top of the hill.
Every minute is a silent and huge torture for Mustache. He has thought of countless ways, but there is no guarantee that he can escape unscathed. The two sides have been in a stalemate like this for more than an hour. The sky is getting dark. For the pilgrim
For some people, they did this just to test and tempt. After such a long time, some of them felt that there was no result.
Jia Luorong was still lonely and repeated her actions. The two people beside her put away the long knives in their hands and reached out to pull her back together. The weak Jia Luorong struggled left and right. She didn't want to leave. She didn't know that
Whether the man will come or not, she hopes to stay here all the time, just to let Mustache look at her again and keep her image in his heart forever.
Mustache remained silent, but when Jialuorong began to struggle, everything that had been pent up in his heart seemed to explode in an instant. His eyes flashed with a chilling cold light, he gritted his teeth suddenly, and turned to Jinpua
Wang said: "Leave me alone! You go!"
"What are you going to do!" Jinpu Ngawang stretched out his hand to grab his mustache, but it was already too late.
Mustache's whole body turned into a sharp arrow shooting out of the air. Dragons have reverse scales that cannot be touched. In the past, Wei Tian was Mustache's reverse scale. Now, Jia Luorong is his reverse scale. Anyone who dares to
Anyone who hurt her is Xiaozi's mortal enemy. Xiaozi doesn't know how many pilgrims there are, and he doesn't need to know.
When he gritted his teeth and rushed out of his hiding place, there was only one last thought left in his heart. He could die, but he wanted to let the girl as pure as a snow lotus live on the top of the mountain.
Mustache, who rushed out like a whirlwind, immediately became an obvious target. Many people immediately appeared in countless dark corners around the hill. The sharp alloy tube was tightly held in Mustache's hand.
He didn't have a trace of fear. When he rushed out, Jialuorong on the top of the mountain saw Mustache.
She was not surprised, she still kept a quiet smile on her face, but the tears in her eyes slipped down unconsciously.
With a flash of cold light, an enemy in front of Mustache immediately spurted out blood. After he rushed out, Jinpu Ngawang and Gongjue rushed out without any hesitation. The three of them were soon together, with brown hats.
The Tibetan was the second-most expert in the pilgrim organization after Bosiba. He died. These people in front of him could not stop Mustache. Numbers were not the most powerful advantage.
The road to the top of the mountain has been watched secretly by Xiaozi countless times. Jinpu Ngawang and Gongjue blocked the way to the left and right, opening a way for Xiaohu. The alloy pipes kept flashing.
The mountains moved in the twilight and were dyed red with blood.
He stepped onto this barely passable mountain road in one step, climbing at a speed that ordinary people could not imagine. There were more and more pilgrims, and they divided into several directions and surrounded Jinpu Awang and Gongjue below.
, but did not pursue Mustache and allowed him to climb hard on the mountain road.
Mustache forgot everything. There was only this seemingly short but long mountain road in front of him. The mountain road was difficult to walk, but it was not long. In addition, there was no one to stop him. With his speed, he quickly climbed to the top of the mountain.
Location. Mustache turned over and suddenly jumped from the last section of the mountain road to the edge of the top of the mountain.
The tall figure stood on the edge of the mountain top, the pilgrim master Bosiba, a terrible enemy. He was severely beaten by the men in black robes, but he did not show any signs of malaise. He was as calm as a mountain, and the tattoos on his face shone with a kind of
Strange light. Behind Bosiba
About twenty meters away is Jialuorong. The distance of twenty meters is just a moment for Xiaozi, but at this moment, he cannot overcome this short distance. The tall Bosiba is like a tower.
The mountain stands between Mustache and Jialorong.
Jialuorong's neck was already held tight by a long knife, but when she saw Xiaohui rushing to the top of the mountain, she immediately wanted to run this way like crazy. People around her held her tightly, and Jialuorong faced Xiaohui.
Huzi stretched out a hand from afar, wanting to touch his face. No matter how hard the people behind her pulled her, Jialuorong tenaciously stretched out her hand. She was crying and speechless, so she could only use this last word.
Simple gestures to express all your emotions.
"Once again, you are doing a very stupid thing." Bosiba's tone was not too hostile, but his whole person was like an unsheathed sword. Even if he remained silent, he still made people feel uncomfortable.
People feel a strong coercion and threat.
"Let her go." Mustache suddenly couldn't feel the pain of the wound. His whole body was full of explosive power. No matter who stood in his way of saving people, he would tear them to pieces without hesitation.
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"Even you yourself don't know what you are doing now." Bosiba was not in a hurry to take action with Mustache. He had to ask something. As the situation developed, the Pilgrim Organization paid more and more attention to Mustache's previous experience.
, they guessed that Mustache had found many important things from many places.
"Let her go." Mustache slowly took a step closer. There was only six or seven meters between him and Bosiba.
"Ever since the last Great Lute left a curse, a vicious conspiracy has shrouded the world. You can never know what kind of crisis is hidden behind this curse." Bosiba didn't move, and he could naturally feel the little one.
The frightening murderous intent in Beard’s body,
But still standing like a mountain, he continued: "In the past many years, the Pilgrims have been trying their best to prevent the implementation of this conspiracy, but what you are doing now is to continuously push the conspiracy into orbit. If it slides to the top, you know
What are the consequences?"
Mustache was slowly approaching, but when he heard the last sentence, he raised one foot and paused slightly. This was a familiar sentence. After a very short memory, he recalled that in the nine-story tower
, he heard the conversation between two people, one of whom also said something similar to Bosiba.
Once the end of the world prophecies are completely pushed to the end, what will be the result?
"When a person is abandoned by another person, he will hate that person. When a person is abandoned by the world, he will hate the world. If you were the last Great Lute, what would you do?" Bosiba's
The corners of his clothes rustled with the strong wind. He suddenly raised his voice and shouted in a gloomy tone to the approaching mustache: "What will you do! My ancestors and I are constantly preventing the world from happening.
To stop the promotion of doomsday prophecies, you know why!"
"Let her go!" Mustache also raised his voice. At this time, he would not be fooled by anything Bosiba said. He just wanted to rescue Jialuorong and let the girl who would not live long in the first place.
You can live more relaxed and happily in the last part of your life.
This was Mustache's wish. He was willing to exchange everything for Jialuorong's happiness. The sadness in his heart gradually expanded, and he felt his heart aching. He looked at Jialuorong who was struggling twenty meters away.
, thinking of Kelsang Medo again, for a moment, Mustache's eyes were filled with a hazy blood color, as if the blood flowing out of Kelsang Medo's eyes was soaked in the moment before his death.
At this moment, Mustache suddenly began to believe in fate. People like him would never believe in fate, but the dead woman and the woman who was about to die made him feel that fate,
It cannot be changed. A lonely person should go on alone until the moment when his life ends. If he forcibly asks for an emotion, then he will have to bear a heavier feeling than loneliness.
"I want to save her... I want her to live..." Mustache's eyes turned blood red, and he stepped out with force after stopping slightly.
"Stop your steps! Stop! The last Great Lute hates the people who took away everything from him! Once the doomsday prophecy is realized, the pilgrims will be exterminated! Unstoppable extinction! But I tell you, every generation of pilgrims is not for
You are fighting!" Bosiba stretched out a hand and pointed at his mustache: "If you push the doomsday prophecy to the end, everyone you love and hate will die!"