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Chapter 1006

Chapter 1006

The cool breeze blows the fallen leaves, making the winter look dull.

Chen Xuanjun left, I don’t know when he left.

The old sweeper picked up the broom again and swept along the passages in the tomb area one by one.

He was very addicted to cigarettes. He had just finished smoking one cigarette and couldn't wait to start another one.

Enter the mouth into the lungs and exhale like a dragon.

After the entire East District Cemetery was cleaned, he returned to the guard room without blushing or out of breath.

Wash your face, make tea, and recline on the sofa.

On the TV, Zhao Yazhi's version of "The Legend of the White Snake" was playing.

The old man grabbed the remote control, turned up the volume, and hummed casually with great interest.

On the other side, in a small and simple kitchen, a fat old man wearing an ear-protecting leather hat was cooking noodles.

In terms of age, he seems to be younger than the old man sweeping the floor.

Fat head and brain, ruddy complexion.

Hanging from his waist was a square white jade seal, which was crystal clear and looked valuable.

Of course, it is unknown whether it is a fake found at a roadside stall.

After all, fakes are prevalent these days, and the more fake they are, the more particular they are.

"Xiaomeng, can you stir-fry some pickles? Don't cook noodles every day. The clear soup is too watery, and there's no bird in your mouth."

The old sweeper picked up the stainless steel tea cup, gently blew away the floating leaves on the upper layer, took a few sips and said, "Or you can fry a poached egg."

The fat old man was arrogant and said: "Some of them are good to eat, but you are picky. If you have the ability, you can do it."

"But having said that, are you sure you won't regret it in the future if you plan for the little water snake to attack Kunlun today?"

"The true dragon and the true phoenix are both disciples of Kunlun. They are full of good luck in the four battles. You don't have to worry about it for eight hundred years."

"If you throw these two tricks out, once they succeed, Kunlun will be indirectly destroyed by you alone."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, are you feeling sorry?"

The fat old man put the lid on the pot, changed the heat to low and simmered, and said, "But you grew up watching it."

The old man sweeping the floor was silent, with a complicated expression on his face.

The fat old man said calmly: "I, I just said it casually, don't take it seriously."

"Today is Kunlun, and the day after tomorrow it may be Xuanmen's turn."

"Further back, Daomen, Yunzong, Buddhism, Ziwei, none of them can escape."

The old man sweeping the floor said sadly: "The fog obscures the eyes, and the truth is difficult to find. The mystery that has shrouded China for nearly two thousand years, someone has to stand up and find out."

"Sacrifice is inevitable. But I believe it will be worth it."

The fat old man whose real name is Meng Bailou looked disappointed: "I don't want to be famous forever, I just hope that we won't be infamy for thousands of years."

The old man sweeping the floor said calmly: "Xiaomeng, your mind is beginning to waver."

Meng Bailou replied: "No, I'm just thinking about a problem."

“There are billions of people in the world, how many people can our decisions replace?”

"I don't want to give up my originally stable and worry-free life, but I have to gamble on the uncertain outcome."

"Lao Liu, is this fair to them?"

The old man sweeping the floor sneered: "The so-called fairness has always been controlled by the winner."

"Successful kings and defeated bandits remain unchanged from time immemorial."

"If I really want to blame, I can only blame you. Twenty years ago, I picked up a picture of immortality by chance, and then I was obsessed with it and asked me to study it together."

"As a result, I discovered the secret hidden in it by accident, and that's how I became known as "disowning relatives" today."

Meng Bailou said with a black face: "You mean, it's all my fault?"

The old man sweeping the floor solemnly said: "There is no such thing as harm or no harm. All living beings are qualified to know the truth."


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