This group of players is more cunning than cunning

With the death of the Ninth Ancestor, all the crises disappeared, which also meant the end of the battle to defend the villa.

The scene was desolate.

The remaining shadow archers paused for a moment, watching everything quietly, without leaving.

In the desolate ruins of flesh and blood, corpses were everywhere, and it suddenly became dead silent.

The group of ember companions who followed Li Youzhu to escape died and disappeared at the beginning, and had no ability to escape at all.

"Mother, father."

Ning Jiao Jiao ran over quickly, knelt on the ground and sobbed.

Jiao Wuyu just smiled, glanced at Jiao Chiwan next to him, and sent him away, "You go wait outside, what you did for me can end here."

Jiao Chiwan hesitated to speak, sighed and turned away: "Grandma, I will wait outside for three days."

To be honest, Jiao Chiwan has done his best.

Although he is called grandmother, he is actually just an ordinary tribesman.

Without a real blood relationship, he could have not come, but he still risked his life to take away his grandmother's children.

He planned to wait outside for three days. If the brother and sister did not come, he would leave alone.

After all, the person was dead, and the living had to live.

It was impossible to give up the path of the living just to take the "corpses" of the dead home to rest in peace, just for some nostalgia.

"Let's go, let's go home."

Jiao Wuyu grabbed Ning Jiaojiao's hand and smiled brightly.

She still didn't know what happened in the villa, who the bow and arrow phantom was, but those were no longer important.

Limited time should be left for more things to do.

Jiao Wuyu coughed up blood, Li Youzhu supported her, holding her daughter's hand, and the couple walked along the familiar street.

Back to the village, the New Year's market had just ended, and the elders and villagers on the street looked at them.

"Oh, you two are back."

"It's good to be back."

"It's a pity that it's already after the New Year, and we almost celebrated the New Year together."

"Yes, yes." Jiao Wuyu replied with a smile, and they crossed the street and came to Erniu's tailor shop.

"Sister Erniu, I want to buy clothes for my mother." Ning Jiaojiao cried.

The three of them bought a new set of clothes, put on a silver crown, and ethnic costumes, which made Jiao Wuyu look much more lively, just like a beauty in ancient costumes.

"I'll give you another bamboo basket." Brother Li, a bamboo craftsman next to them, came over, and the couple greeted them with a smile: "Master, your relationship is still as good as before."

"You two have a good relationship too." Jiao Wuyu was very happy to see the familiar old friend from a hundred years ago.

The family of three walked to the street, crossed the long street, came to the alley, and walked in the afterglow of the sunset. The sunlight stretched the figures of the three of them very long.

Ning Zheng looked at their backs and fell into a long silence.

He turned and left.

There was no past, and he, an outsider, would not get involved.

And a group of phantom archers took advantage of the last survival time to quietly float to the sky, not daring to disturb, quietly watching everything that turned into small dots, watching the streets and houses under the mountain.

The eyes finally fell on the family of three.

The golden road under the sun slowly unfolded in front of the three of them, but it seemed to spread into the unknown fog, crossing the village's former wars and the roar of the dragon, and came to the end.

Squeak!

Came to the house a hundred years ago and pushed open the door.

The familiar pattern has become a different scenery.

There are a few river monsters tied in the corner, and the jar is full of spiritual rice. The house is well managed by Su Yu Niang.

"Guests, come in and sit down."

Jiao Wuyu called Su Yu Niang who was hiding outside the door and peeking, and smiled and went to the kitchen to cook.

Ning Jiao Jiao ran to help crying, and Su Yu Niang also held back tears: "I will help too, I can cook well."

Li Youzhu picked up the book and sat in the yard reading, as always.

At this moment, the fireworks in the house seemed like the past.

"Come to eat."

The bowls and chopsticks were set, and the steaming food was served on the table.

The family of three ate in the yard, laughing and talking, picking up food from each other, and talking about the past.

The embarrassing things that happened in the family before, the encounter between the couple, the time when she took Ning Jiaojiao out to play, the things she hated and liked, the time when her mother took Ning Jiaojiao to explore the underground river that was connected in all directions.

The sunset light was getting dimmer and dimmer, Jiao Wuyu's voice was getting smaller and smaller, and he showed his true form while eating, turning into a broken dragon and falling in the yard.

"Mom!" Ning Jiaojiao choked with red eyes.

Li Youzhu said nothing.

In the afterglow of the sunset, he looked at the wellhead in the house in a trance, that was the beginning of everything.

It seemed that he saw the cute girl shaking her tail in the well, picking up the water in the bucket and splashing his book.

She hid at the wellhead and dug a small cave with a small shovel, and her flesh and blood were blurred in order to find a place to stay.

He read the book, and she sang in the well.

He fished, and she insisted on climbing up with the hook in her mouth.

Together they fished for river monsters, together they hid in caves under the well to avoid the pursuit of adults, together they laughed triumphantly.

He seemed to have seen the roar of the dragon in the ancestral temple and the bloodthirsty killing intent of the villagers on that night of war. In the billowing smoke, he grabbed the other's hand and jumped into the well and kept swimming.

"It turns out that I was dead that year, and I am his ashes."

He looked at the sunset in the distance, and the dead and gray colors between the world in his eyes suddenly became bright, colorful, and extremely beautiful.

His turbid and dead eyes were no longer blurred, but the future was covered with a thick fog.

He thought to himself: "I have seven emotions and six desires, but I have no flesh and blood."

Boom! ! !

The strange phenomena in the world suddenly appeared.

Countless clouds and mists lingered above the sky and gathered on the top of the Sword Casting Villa, forming a huge black wave, like a wave.

A ray of dusk sunlight penetrated the black clouds, and a golden ray of light shot down to the ground, landing on the house, and coating it with a golden halo.

"What is that??!" In the distance, on the Sword Casting Villa, the blacksmiths walked out of the room, looked at the sky, and looked at the village at the foot of the mountain. There was an uncontrollable shock on their faces, and a huge and boundless power of heaven condensed, as if the greatest eternal miracle in the world would condense here.

On the streets, in the villages, and in the shops, all the ghosts were shocked and raised their heads, as if they were going to witness a rare wonder in the world.

Li Youzhu stood quietly in the courtyard, with circles of amber-like gelatinous souls spreading around him, as if he was the only true god in this ancient mountain range.

A low, angry male voice came from the sky: "Bold!"

Crash.

Li Youzhu slowly stood up: "What if you think I'm bold?"

A flower stamen bloomed on his head, dangerous and beautiful, and the black clouds in the sky quickly gathered and pulled out a black flower,

"The flower blooms and sees me, knowing that I am not me."

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