Flying Thunder God of Douluo Continent

Chapter 145 So What If I Draw a Sword (Part [-])

Cao Bailu finally embarked on the road back home, he planned to go to Shrek Academy first, and live there for a period of time, and then at the end of the twelfth month, he and Tang San Xiaowu went back to Holy Soul Village for the new year.

Hearing that Cao Bailu was about to leave, Li Qingran became depressed, and even Feng Qiuzang, who was usually very playful, also became depressed.

The snow has accumulated very thickly, and if we don't leave, the carriage will really be unable to leave.

After saying goodbye to Feng Qiuzang and Li Qing, Cao Bailu drove the carriage towards Shrek Academy.

If some people are unhappy, then others are naturally happy. All things are equal and order must be conserved, even for emotions.

You guys don't know Ning Rongrong's expression after hearing the news that Cao Bailu is going back to Shrek Academy, this girl can't wait for the joy and joy she can jump into the sky.

In short, everything is proceeding according to the established track.

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Cao Bailu was actually driving the carriage very slowly because he wanted to see more scenery on the way.

The prosperity of the snow country is not the same as the silver-clad, nor is it the tranquil appearance of everything.

Only poets can praise those scenery.

The scenery of the Snow Country is amazing, but it is not that a certain famous person commemorated through the ages in a scenic spot is coming to the death day, nor is it that an ancient battlefield where a hero is drunk is covered with snow.

Only historians will pay attention to those scenes.

Along the way, what Cao Bailu cared most about was the lonely grave above the white wilderness.

Thousands of miles away, there are thousands of miles of lonely graves.

Some tombstones also have names on them.

Some don't.

Some cemeteries buried the bones.

Some don't.

Cao Bailu silently ignored one after another, and had to look directly at one after another.

Who knows what kind of stories are buried under these solitary graves.

Maybe happy, maybe bad.

Who knows.

At this time, Cao Bailu clearly felt the horse's physical exhaustion.

Just in time, there is a pavilion in front of the car, and there is still some hay behind the car, which can be fed after a little treatment.

Cao Bailu drove the carriage towards the pavilion.

Looking from a distance, one could see people resting on the pavilion, Cao Bailu didn't care, he just regarded it as an ordinary passerby.

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Xixuan world.

Snowy land, Gaohualou, this place is covered with snow even in midsummer, and it is even more snowy in early winter.

An extremely thin and thin man, wearing a thick mink fur that made people feel warm, walked out of the warm room and came to the balcony that had already accumulated thick snow and frost.

This balcony is the highest point of the whole flower building, from here you can overlook the whole Northland scenery.

However, due to the heavy snow now, even the nearby cliffs cannot be seen clearly.

The man let out a sigh of relief towards the palm of his hand and remained silent.

He looked at the land wrapped in snow-white, wondering what he was thinking.

"So it's winter,"

The man spoke in a mosquito voice.

Indeed, in this place where the four seasons are like winter, people can't tell the difference between the seasons.

"Xixuan is still the same Xixuan, nothing has changed,"

"Beihan is still the same Beihan,"

"Xishu is still that Xishu,"

"Xiliang is still the same Xiliang,"

"Da Chu is still the same Da Chu,"

The man leaned against the railing alone, looking at the hazy setting sun in the distance.

Down-hearted.

He wiped his dry eyes and took a sip of rice wine in his hand.

"There are still beauties, poems, wine and the world far away in the juvenile box, and the girls still have the unyielding and love for their children in their hearts,"

"But ah..."

"Oh... I always feel like something is missing,"

This man, who doesn't like drinking, took a jug of old rice wine for a rare occasion and spilled half of it on the tall building.

"What's missing?"

The other half of the wine was gulped down by the man.

The rice wine was pungent and irritating to the throat, but the man didn't even frown.

"right,"

"Lose the high-spiritedness of the prime minister in white that year,"

"Ugh..."

"This Xixuan is really boring,"

A pot of rice wine enters the throat, but what is drunk is the sorrow of the ancient world.

In the pot of rice wine that fell into my stomach, there was half a pot of wind and snow, and half a pot of loneliness.

　The first bomb

　　
　
(End of this chapter)