The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

The burden on his body was so heavy that it almost crushed Ouyang unconsciously.

On the one hand, this is indeed a side effect of a large loss of true energy, but on the other hand, Ouyang deliberately did it.

All of my energy still needs to be put on when my second son makes a choice. Those are the days when I need to stay awake.

The current confusion in the brain is only temporary. As long as the second child makes a choice, it will be the time when he wakes up again!

Therefore, Ouyang doesn't care about the current chaos, and he understands this very well.

To gain something, you have to lose something.

If you get everything, the seemingly perfect life will be full of imperfections.

Ouyang is very open-minded in this regard and accepts it calmly.

The time passed by so quickly, one year, two years, three years.

Ouyang's amnesia has become more and more serious, and he has even degenerated into an ordinary person. He must eat three meals a day and get enough sleep.

Qingshan, who once suppressed the world's top monk, was as weak as an ordinary Alzheimer's patient.

From being awake for half a day in a day, to being awake for at most one moment in a day.

The situation is getting worse.

It was so bad that Ouyang was not even sure whether he could wait until his second son made his choice.

The sadness in Xiao Zhao San's eyes became more and more serious, even to the point where he couldn't leave Ouyang's side.

After the boss left, his only relative was the boss!

I don't know why, but the little Yakuza always has the illusion that Ouyang will disappear in front of his eyes in the next second.

This fear of imminent loss made Xiao Zha San guard Ouyang even more closely.

In this world, now I am the only one left with the big boss!

Ouyang always waved his hand to drive away the hozen, but as soon as he drove the little kid out of the yard, he turned around and opened the door again, smiled and touched the little kid's furry head, and said in a gentle tone: "You are an immortal, you know how to go home. Yet?"

The green shirt was a little loose, and the originally clear and deep eyes were a little stupid, but the smile on his face was still gentle, as if he had really seen Chen Changsheng back.

The words were like a soft knife stabbing into the chest, and the little Zha San choked up and didn't know how to speak.

He had obviously forgotten everything, even his own name, but he could still clearly pronounce the names of the traitors.

With tears streaming down his face, the speechless and choked little Yasan had his head rubbed by the big hand.

The little boy resisted crying and put on the ugliest smile, imitating Chen Changsheng's tone and replied: "Yes, senior brother, I'll be back!"

I don't know how many days have passed like this, and I don't know how long it has passed.

What Ouyang did most was to be in a daze. Sometimes he would suddenly raise his head and look at the sky, and he would also look worriedly to the north, then to the south, and finally to the east.

Only after reading Xi Mian Bafang every day can Ouyang sleep with peace of mind.

Even if you are in a crazy state, you will calm down when you look in one direction.

It seems as if people in all directions in the west are concerned about him.

But it is true.

Bai Feiyu in the south, Hu Tutu and Xiao Feng in the north, and Leng Qingsong in the east. They didn't know where Chen Changsheng was, so Ouyang looked at the sky.

First in the early morning of the day, the little boy suddenly woke up from his sleep. When he heard the rustling noise outside, the little boy reflexively stood up and rushed out the door.

Opening the door suddenly, the cold wind woke me up from my sleep, and there were countless white snow floating in the low dark clouds.

The first thing you can see is the white snow, and the goose feather-like snow is flying in the sky.

This seems to be the first snow of the year!

The little boy couldn't think of this. After searching in the west, his eyes were fixed on the courtyard.

The little boy looked quietly at Qing Shan who was sweeping the snow with a broom in the heavy snow.

The green shirt that had not been taken care of for a long time was loose and baggy when I first wore it, but today I wore it very neatly.

A head of long hair was pulled up by a wooden hairpin, and the combed ponytail was thrown back and forth because of the action of sweeping snow.

The movements are smooth and casual, as if you are not sweeping the snow, but painting in the snow!

A touch of true energy enveloped the green shirt, and as he waved and gestured, the wind returned to the snow, feeling relaxed and comfortable.

Sweeping snow in heavy snow is indeed a bit difficult.

The green shirt was just swept over carefully and gathered into a snowdrift.

The next second, the small yard was once again covered with a layer of white snow.

The little boy just stared blankly at the figure sweeping the snow. How long has it been since he saw such a green shirt?

One year?Two years?Three years?Five years?

"Auspicious snow heralds a good harvest!" A leisurely sigh sounded from the green shirt.

Ouyang turned around and looked at the little Yakuza with a smile with his clear eyes. He tilted his head and asked, "Little guy, is this Chuxue?"

The little Yakuza nodded blankly, but for a moment he didn't know how to speak.

Ouyang returned to the kitchen, brought out a pot of hot tea, sat on the corridor, and watched the heavy snowfall with the little boy.

"How long have I been stupid?" Ouyang asked, holding tea.

The little bastard who couldn't calculate the time scratched his head and replied: "It's snowed seven times!"

"It's been seven years? Time flies so fast!" Ouyang put down the tea cup in his hand, took off his boots, and walked into the yard barefoot.

Just when the little kid thought Ouyang was going to go crazy again, Ouyang suddenly turned around, smiled and said to the kid: "Don't lick the iron fence in the yard!"

The little boy nodded honestly, wondering what Ouyang meant!

Ouyang looked to the east and whispered to himself:

"Chu Xue is a human being! Boy, if you don't make a decision, your brother will really be unable to bear it!"

As if hearing Ouyang's words, the snowflakes in the sky began to tilt, and the east wind gradually picked up.

Ouyang raised a smile on his lips and looked towards the east, clasping his hands on his chest and watching quietly.

Suddenly, an extremely bright sword light came from the east, streaked across the sky in an instant, and rushed towards the far west.

The sword light flew past, and the sky seemed to open a huge hole, with low dark clouds rolling towards the hole.

This terrifying sword almost tore apart the entire sky.

The momentum was so majestic that it not only split the dark clouds, but even split the heaven and earth!

And the violent wind brought by the sword energy swept from the Far East to Qingyun Sect in an instant!

Like a windshield wiper, the snowflakes between heaven and earth disappeared in an instant.

But when it came to Qingshan, it only raised a corner.

Qingshan breathed a long sigh of relief, lowered his eyebrows and smiled. He breathed a long sigh of relief and let go of the tongue he was biting.

In an instant, my mouth was filled with fishy and sweet taste.