Fighter of the Destiny

A self-deprecating smile appeared on Wang Zhice's lips, and his eyes were a little sad.

On the night when Xue Lao City was first breached, and immediately after the invasion crisis of the Holy Light Continent was resolved, he had to face the siege of four powerful human race saints.

"It's sad to you, and it's sad to me."

Chen Changsheng said: "I have read your notes and many books related to you. I really hope I don't see you tonight, so that you will still be a legend in my heart."

Wang Zhice let go of the black robe's hand, walked to the bottom of the steps, looked at everyone and said calmly: "I'm sorry."

The tense atmosphere was suddenly interrupted by a voice.

"I said... can you all respect me a little bit? This is my home."

The Demon Lord took two steps forward and said, "Shouldn't I be the tragic protagonist tonight?"

Tang Sanshiliu thought about those letters and said with a smile: "Tragedy often comes from awkwardness. You are still young, so it is not awkward."

"I take that as a compliment."

The Demon Lord looked at him and said seriously, turned to look at the black robe, and said sincerely: "Are you really ready to leave with this man?"

The black robe lowered his head slightly, with a sad smile on his lips. Although his face was a strange blue color, he still had a strange beauty.

The devil's eyes became hot and he said: "I won't let you go!"

The wind was blowing for no reason, and Wang Zhice returned to the stage without seeing any action, and grabbed the demon king by the throat.

A magic weapon fell at the Demon Lord's feet and shattered into pieces.

He had just pointed this magic weapon at the black robe, but before he could fire it, he was restrained by Wang Zhice.

The Demon Lord's face was red and he was almost out of breath, but he kept smiling.

Wang Zhice slowly let go of his hand and turned a little pale.

The black robe fell to the ground, dead.

A seemingly ordinary sword penetrated her body, directly destroying her Youfu.

The one holding the sword is a man in green.

The man in Tsing Yi had been hiding in the shadow of the Demon Lord until he found the previous opportunity and then took action.

Even with the help of the Demon Lord, even if Wang Zhice's attention is on Wang Po and others, and he can kill people in front of Wang Zhice, the man in Tsing Yi is certainly not an ordinary assassin.

He is the best assassin in the world, Liu Qing.

Chen Changsheng and Wang Po looked at each other.

The three people in Xunyang City Fengyu are all here.

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The black robe died like this.

Wang Zhice stood quietly in front of her, not knowing what he was thinking.

In the end, he didn't take action.

He picked up the black-robed body and walked outside the Demon Palace, and soon disappeared.

Tang Thirty-Six said to the Demon Lord: "Thank you."

The Demon Lord said: "I said I love her. I cannot be born in the same year, the same month and the same day. At least I have to die in the same year, the same month and the same day."

Tang Thirty-Six said: "I can't stand you."

The Demon Lord smiled and said, "You don't have to suffer anymore. Goodbye."

Chen Changsheng said seriously: "Let's go."

Tang Sanshiliu got out of the wheelchair with some difficulty and said to him: "Walk slowly."

Walking into the night-like demon flames, the demon king's body gradually turned into nothingness.

Until the last moment, he still had a smile on his face, a little satisfied, a little weird, and he didn't know what it meant.

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It's snowing, and snowflakes are flying everywhere in the night sky.

Those light fragments are still floating in the night sky, like fireworks.

Wang Zhice left Xue Lao City holding the black robe.

Half of the city is filled with fireworks and half of the city is covered with snow.

On the snowy hills in the distance, a black sheep looked at this side quietly.

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The night will eventually pass and dawn will come.

The rebels were finally defeated and escaped from Kyoto. Pingbeiying and the Habayashi Army joined forces and began to pursue them.

Xuanyuan Po handed over the command to the human officers and stayed at the National Education Academy.

After a night of hard fighting, even the half-step holy man suffered a lot of injuries. Especially when he was besieged by the masters of the Tianhai family, a big gash was cut on his left shoulder. The blood flowed like a waterfall at that time, and even he himself felt a little... It's strange why I don't feel dizzy at this time.

Of course, all the masters of the Tianhai family died under his iron sword.

Thinking that many years ago, he was beaten to a disability by Tian Haiya'er at the Ivy Banquet, Xuanyuan Po couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

He knew that Tian Haiyaer died three years ago, and it was said that he died in depression.

Walking in the National Education Academy, feeling the awed looks of teachers and students, Xuanyuan Po felt a little uncomfortable.

The teachers and students of the National Education College obviously regarded him as a stranger.

He is an old friend of the Chinese Academy of Education, and he even seems to have a position.

The library is much quieter over there. The low wall has been demolished and the small building is still in its original state. No teachers or students can live in it except Su Moyu.

Those rooms were reserved for Zhe Xiu, Tang Sanliu, Chen Changsheng and him.

There are many trees in front of the small building, and there are more big trees in the forest near the palace.

Xuanyuan Po felt a little nostalgic and a little regretful.

He used to often bump into trees in that forest, but now he doesn't dare to do so. Now if he bumps into them at will, no matter how thick the tree is, it will break.

Walking to the other side of the lake, Xuanyuan Po saw the building he was most familiar with - the kitchen.

The original kitchen was destroyed by Infinite Bi, and the current one was repaired later, but there is no difference.

Xuanyuan Po walked into the kitchen, looked at the pots and pans, and thought about Chen Changsheng's request for less oil and less salt, and felt like a bird was in his mouth. Then he thought about the boiled blueberries he had eaten with Tang Sanliu many times. The lobster is poured over white rice, and I feel like my mouth is watering again.

There was nothing to eat in the kitchen. It seemed that no one used it. Xuanyuan Po felt a little regretful.

Before leaving, he looked at the neat pile of firewood in silence for a while and inserted the iron sword into it.

Many years ago, he used to do this when he was cooking here.

It's just that he is not going to take away the iron sword today because he wants to learn from Tang Sanliu and Chen Changsheng.

Decades or even centuries later, a bullied freshman at the Anglican Academy discovers this iron sword in a pyre. What will happen next?

Xuanyuan is looking forward to this very much.

After hearing this, Luoluo was also very interested and laughed.

The laughter soon stopped and she was not in a good mood.

Last night was very long. First, the emperor's uncle turned into a sun. Then, the husband called her in Xuelao City and asked her not to move.

What happened in Xuelao City? Since the emperor's uncle is so powerful, what are we doing in Kyoto?

"Is what we are doing meaningless?"

She stood on the big banyan tree and looked at Xuanyuan Po and asked seriously.

Xuanyuan Po stood under the tree, worried that His Highness would fall, and said, "You haven't climbed this tree for more than ten years. Be careful of slipping."

Luo Luo made a face, jumped over a tree branch in a familiar manner, walked to the front of the branch, and looked at the lake.

The tree will grow but not change much in shape.

"The dean said that the process is more important than the purpose, so I think... of course it makes sense for us to come to Kyoto."

Xuanyuan Po paused and said, "Actually, I don't understand the meaning of this sentence."

"You are such a stupid bear."

Luoluo said.

Xuanyuan Po thought to himself that if you were not His Highness, but Tang Sanliu, then I would definitely not let you go.

Luoluo explained: "Sir's meaning is very simple. We are all going to die. The goal has been determined, so of course the process is important."

Xuanyuan Po thought about it seriously and said, "It does seem to make sense."

Luoluo looked at the lake and found a very fat koi, but she didn't know if it was the same one from before.

The fat koi carp gradually sank to the bottom of the lake.

Suddenly, it swung its tail and began to swim happily back to the lake, bringing up splashes of water.

Luoluo laughed happily.

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Many days later, Chen Changsheng and his party returned to Kyoto.

Traces of the war can still be seen in the streets and alleys. There are many collapsed buildings. I heard that even the flower hall of the Dongyu Shenjiang Mansion collapsed. Fortunately, no one was injured.

The restaurants in Baihua Lane suffered heavy losses. After two autumn rains, smoke still came out from nowhere.

Chen Changsheng did not go back to the Li Palace first, but went directly to the National Education Academy.

We haven't seen each other for a long time, but I miss you very much.

Luoluo was about to throw herself into his arms when she suddenly felt something different about him and couldn't help but open her eyes.

Chen Changsheng nodded.

Luoluo let out a soft cry and quickly covered her mouth, her eyes full of surprise.

Chen Changsheng smiled and rubbed her head.

Luoluo tilted her head and squinted her eyes, like a little tiger, very cute.

Chen Changsheng took back his hand.

Luoluo was about to continue her previous action and throw herself into her husband's arms, when she suddenly saw a flash of white clothes.

She quickly suppressed her smile and said seriously: "I've met the master's wife."

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Xu Yourong is back, Tang Sanliu is back, and Su Moyu, Chu Wenbin and other teachers and students are also back.

Of course, there are always some people who never come back.

Guan Feibai and Baicai did not come to Kyoto to meet Gou Hanshi and went back to Lishan directly.

When the Lishan disciples saw the urns, they burst into tears and got drunk for three days.

Qi Jian was also very sad because senior brother Liang Banhu died, but she did not drink because besides being sad, she was more worried.

Zhexiu didn't come back.

He did not return to Lishan, nor to the Chinese Academy of Education. The wolf tribe on the grassland has also been looking for news about him.

No one knew where he was or whether he was dead or alive.

Chen Changsheng looked at the closed door and said, "He was able to escape from Zhou Prison alive back then, so it makes no sense for him to die like this."

Tang Sanshiliu said: "I also think he is still alive, because he still owes me a lot of money and has not paid back."

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Snow Old City has ushered in a severe cold winter, and heavy snow like goose feathers keeps falling.

The city was doing pretty well because the princes and nobles left enough supplies after their deaths, but life outside the city was difficult.

The human occupying army maintains law and order in the city with strict laws, but they can't control so much outside the city. It only depends on whether food aid arrives next spring.

There is a grassy slope in the north of the city, covered with thick snow. It is impossible to tell that this place was once a cemetery.

Only the occasional black monument peeking out of the snow indicates its past use.

The snow suddenly started to move, gradually heaving, and then the snow fell, revealing a person.

The man was wearing tattered clothes, and the skin exposed outside the clothes was a disgusting light blue color, exuding a strong corpse smell. I really didn't know if it was a corpse or a living person.

If the weather hadn't been too cold, the smell of corpses would have spread far away.

The weird man picked up the snow and slowly scrubbed his green body. Then he found a black robe from the grave under the snow and covered himself.

The curtain hat can be raised to block the wind and snow, and also to block the view.

It can be vaguely seen that the weirdo's eyes are very cold.

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