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Li Dingxun frowned and asked, "What do you want to say?"

"give up……"

Li Dingxun sneered and continued to remain silent. Look, you can say it or I can bear it.

...

If it takes a quarter of a second to say a word, then Li Dingxun listened to 164,821 years, seven months, twenty days, eight hours and three quarters.

"You..." The whisper was already trembling, "Will you be annoying?"

"Go on, I'm listening."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

There was a wind blowing in the darkness, sandwiching sand, hitting Li Dingxun's gentle and illusory existence, and slowly settled.

If eight pieces of sand fall to the ground in one second, it will be another 329,565 years, becoming a sea of ​​sand and burying Li Dingxun.

The sand sea is very delicate, warm, warm, with the smell of sunlight, like the fine white foam of sea water.

The gravel turned into water droplets and Li Dingxun plunged into the sea.

There is light rising from the sea.

Li Dingxun could not move, he had no body, his existence was just a shadow puppet of will.

So he felt the light, the light refracted by the sea disappeared, and the grid-like bright waves moved on Li Dingxun's soul membrane, hot and hot.

The clean water was occupied by small blue plants and poured into Li Dingxun's body.

Complex, feeling beyond the cognition of the human brain strikes my heart.

All lives, subtle existences, they are all one, they are linked by a common will.

The sea was emptied by blue plants, and now he is buried in a tight plant network.

Li Dingxun was reborn from the ashes when everything turned into dust.

...

The blood pool dried up, an arm stretched out, grabbed the edge, and stood up.

"who am I?"

"I'm Li Dingxun?"

"Do not……"

The man stood, waving his palms unconsciously, the violent air current raged, and the crypt trembled and struggled under such pure violence, and countless statues were broken, including Yasha.

God's first-order clumsy hands have turned into instincts, showing their hands, like the incarnation of natural disasters.

The cave collapsed and the man plunged into the underground current, disappearing all the way.

The bloody holy city, under his remaining prestige, collapsed stubbornly, wailing the giant beast dying.

...

East China Sea.

The Taoist priest stood on the bow and looked at the sea and the sky. The slight arc, shining light, distinguished the cloudy sky from the gray sea. It was the edge of the world. In my imagination, there should be a waterfall where the sea and time and space fall together. Into nothingness.

This deep and terrifying thought makes people feel terrible from the bottom of the heart, and people can't help but look at the sea horizon obsessively, where there seems to be a kind of summoning power.

The Taoist priest was lost in thought.

"Eating!"

Taoist priests withdrew from contemplation.

"Come here!"

The little sister of the fisherman brought a pot of stewed fish on the small square table. There were four dishes and one soup in total.

The old man was sitting on the side near the cabin, the younger sister was sitting on his left hand, the Taoist priest was sitting on the opposite, and there was a black swordsman sitting on the right.

The boat is not big, and there are some bumps on the waves, but the old man and the younger sister grew up on the boat, and all their actions are no different from those on the ground. As for the Taoist and the swordsman, they are armed with martial arts and naturally fight steadily.

The Taoist priest sang, "I wish my sister Fuxixi young and beautiful forever."

"Ha, bad Taoist priests know to use good words to provoke others, and if you have a chance, they will definitely stew you!"

The old man is holding the wine jar to pour the swordsman, "Please."

Tasting the aroma, then drank it all in one go.How can the drunkard's heartfelt spirit be experienced by the laity?

At the dinner table, after eating a few chopsticks, everyone's conversation slowly rose, and the Taoist priest and the swordsman began to chat.

"Zimo, can we really find your grandfather's relics?"

The swordsman whispered softly, "Even if it can't, it's good to go to sea to gain knowledge."

The little girl pretended not to care, but her ears stood up.

The Taoist priest complained, "Master should talk about me again. What did you say in the Pure Land last night, "We are land Taoists, we can't adapt to the sea", haha, the old man is cultivating the land for dementia..."

The younger sister is very hard to laugh, but the old man laughs out loud, without any scruples.

The swordsman has been immune to such a lack of explosive jokes, and even owes it perfunctory.

"Hey, Mo Mo, tell me about your grandfather's affairs again. He had witnessed the palm of the Buddha."

"There are many witnesses to that scene, and my grandfather is not the swordsman Mo Yun in white, there is nothing to say."

"That's great too!"

Bai Zimo took a sip of wine, put down the pottery bowl, and picked up chopsticks for food.

The Taoist curled his lips, then looked at the little girl with a smile, "Fuck, do you want to know my dream?"

"You have to say, the mouth is on you, I can't stop it either."

The Taoist priest smiled and said to himself: "My dream is to be the same as my master, to be safe and normal for a lifetime."

"Cut, don't believe it."

"why?"