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Chapter 131 Catastrophe

Snap.

The ice peels off.

Outside the hole in the wall, an uncle wearing a short shirt, trousers and slippers fell from the sky. He looked around at the frozen ruins, and then walked to the side facing the city.

The calamity stood, covered with frost, already hard.

"Is this what you want to see?"

The uncle looked at the city under the night in the direction he was facing, talking to himself.

呲.

The calamity shuddered, and the ice and frost residue on his body shook off.

The uncle didn't seem surprised at all and waited patiently.

"call--"

The old man exhaled a pale breath, and then opened his eyes. His skin was pale, his eyes were dim, but his expression was surprisingly calm. He just sat down cross-legged silently. At this moment, he looked really old, his movements were laborious, and he needed a moment.

I could barely maintain my balance by supporting my knees with only one hand, but I was still teetering on the edge, and I just barely managed to keep from falling.

The uncle raised his head and looked at the still bright moon, with sadness on his face.

The old man, on the other hand, had a very calm expression. He put his hands on his knees, hunched over slightly, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, but he was a little relieved, "This kid is pretty good..."

"Why bother?"

"hehe."

"well--"

The uncle sighed and took off the gourd from his waist. Pulling off the lid, he turned it over and used it as a small cup. Then he shook the gourd and poured a drop of almost transparent liquid into it.

Suddenly the fragrance hit his nostrils, and the old man's eyes lit up.

The uncle also sat cross-legged next to him, like a good friend watching the night view. He put the gourd cup on the ground and pushed it gently in front of him.

The old man lowered his eyebrows.

This gourd cup looks simple but ingenious. The gourd vine on the tip has a small spiral and a small green leaf, which just becomes the base of the cup. It rests smoothly on the ground.

However, the most attractive thing is the drop of slurry inside.

At first glance, it looks like a little dew on a lotus leaf, an oblate grain about the size of a soybean, crystal clear. Upon closer inspection, it seems to have a faint golden light, as if it has been coated with a layer of glass.

The old man stared at it

, eyes flow.

"Drink."

The uncle continued: "You have been yelling at me for a hundred years. It's not that I am stingy, but that this broken gourd is a thing of the immortal family. It relies on cause and effect on the outside and contains the universe inside. If it doesn't want to, you can't pour it out even if you want to...

"As he said that, he turned the gourd over and shook it twice. It was really empty, which made him look disgusted. "It's very stingy."

"Haha——" the old man couldn't help but laugh.

"Drink it, it will expire." The uncle joked, and added: "Although this thing is not as immortal as a flat peach, it can extend your life for another sixty years."

The old man stared at the jade dew in the gourd cup, but he was lost in thought.

The uncle frowned: "What are you doing? Are you afraid that I will trick you? Let me tell you, no mortal can drink this stuff. For more than three thousand years, including you, there are only 8 people who are qualified..."

oh?

The old man's expression was as calm as water, "How are the seven people in front of me now?"

The uncle hesitated.

The old man smiled and muttered softly: "What I want, I can't get; what I get, I don't want. It seems that I am destined to have no fate with this agar-agar fairy dew."

The uncle raised his head and inhaled, "One by one..." He said harshly: "Old guy, don't force me to feed you."

"Is there any wine?"

"..."

"Xianxian, they are right, we no longer belong to this era." The old man slowly lowered his head, "But traditions can be thrown away, but not forgotten-"

"Where's all this nonsense? Drink it quickly, don't..."

Suddenly, the uncle was stunned.

The dew in the gourd cup gradually broke into golden particles of light, curling around.

The old man smiled and sat quietly.

The moonlight shines down like a path of light, guiding the light particles to slowly rise into the night sky.



Suddenly, Chen Fu's chest felt as if he had been stabbed hard. The pain caused him to convulse and almost fainted. It was a feeling like his heart was hollowed out.

"Um--"

Groaning, he lowered the seat and lay down.

Looking up from the skylight

When he went there, he could see the full moon. In a daze, he seemed to see a burst of golden light particles floating up and disappearing into the vast starry sky.

bite--

The wind chime hanging in the car rings automatically when there is no wind.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

Chen Fu sent a message to the people who cared about him, and then closed his eyes.

In the dream, Song Xiao'e was beside him. She flattened her mouth and glared at him angrily, then she snuggled up to him gently, tenderly soothing the scars all over his body.



Buzz.

The phone vibrated.

Miao Li grabbed it reflexively.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

When she saw this message, the big stone hanging in her heart finally fell.

By this time, it was almost three o'clock in the morning.

Miao Li thought about it for a long time and typed several messages, but finally deleted them all. She sat like this until there was a rooster crowing outside and the sound of her parents going to the bathroom. She came to her senses slightly and clutched her phone.

, looking at the various groups with 999+ messages that were still flooding the screen at this time, I was so confused that I couldn’t sleep at all.

After hesitating for a while, she clicked on the video screen.

This is a live broadcast platform for the world.

In the past few hours, dozens of live broadcasts have been made into an album, showing all the unrest in urban areas in front of 8 billion people around the world.

This includes the live broadcast inside the Tang Palace.

So far, the total click rate of the entire live broadcast has exceeded 3 billion and 20 million retweets. And this data is still soaring at an abnormal speed, and this is a number affected by the time difference. It is difficult to imagine what will happen after dawn.

What is the situation?

However, compared to the numbers, the content of the live video is even more eye-popping.

Among them, one picture was the most popular and became the cover of the entire Internet.

The frontal picture of the 'Ice Ghost' with most of his mask broken has now spread to every corner of the world through all information channels.

(Volume 2, end)


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