So she is a little afraid and timid.
She was afraid that it was falling into a dreamland.
She dare not rob easily.
Because the robbery is doomed to be a life-and-death rotation exchange.
It’s like flowers falling day after day and year after year. She doesn’t know whether to see flowers or flowers when the robbery is over.
Chapter sixty-one Tongpao ()
In the dreamland of life and death, a gray armor body lay away from the sword, and killed the gray armor. He still made 124 moves, which is the twentieth body.
The tip of the sword is dripping with glittering and translucent blood beads, and the snow covers the snow field.
The sword on his left hand was left in a light blue coarse cloth with a broken bamboo hat. The hat is a determined and tired face covered with stubble. This snowy and cold wasteland looks like a Janker.
He looked up from afar.
In addition to the sharp sword light, those eyes have a touch of loneliness.
He doesn’t know how long the outside world has passed, and he knows that he has been in the dreamland for two spring and autumn periods.
He has been trapped in chess for two years!
In the past two years, there were 20 bodies of gray armor in Sword 24. He killed 20 gray armor, but he still didn’t see Li Taibai hiding in chess to break the armor of a thousand troops.
He really wants to know whether it is as he expected.
He needs to prove it himself.
The first 19 gray armor killed by him were not the same as those who blocked the road. After he stayed in the snowfield for half an hour, he couldn’t wait to show his figure and run to the distant place without an end.
He ran for more than a month.
The sun rises and the shadow sets from the west to the north, and finally disappears into the night with the setting sun.
Along the way, there was heavy snow melting, glaciers in the river, dead branches sprouting green shoots, and then he heard long-lost birds.
There are thin dark clouds in the sky, and there is moisture in the air.
The spring breeze blows several times, and it is another year of misty spring rain.
From the fall stop lifted up his eyes and looked at that seems to be waiting for a long time gray armor figure 21 figure.
……
The heavy snow overthrew Tiandong and naturally overthrew Autumn.
The chess game of life and death outside Jiangdu is the same as the chess game of life and death. There are also two people playing chess in the quiet courtyard hut behind the autumn village, two contemporary enemies and two white-haired old people.
Mr. Bai Zhiqiu, dressed in white with silver hair, is wearing the old man with three thousand miserable gray hair tattooed with the totem robe of the cat.
They play chess.
Idle chess
Learning from ancient times and modern times has taught Mr. Bai Zhiqiu, a student who knows a hundred schools of thought so well, to hold one in one hand and one in the other. If he is born here, he will be curious because he has seen millions of books all over the world. He really can’t think of any collection that Mr. Bai has never read.
It is true that Bai Zhiqiu, who was once honored as one person, can arrive at the hospital to hide the building. Although he is the devil of the magic door, he is also the first great scholar throughout the ages. This is the secret that the old man has to admit.
Without college knowledge, how can it be the devil that scares everyone? If Bai Zhiqiu had been born thousands of years earlier, people might have heard the name of Mo Tianji.
Of course, there is no one who really doesn’t know.
For example, Bai Zhiqiu has a recipe bought from the market by her neighbors in the village.
Chitose is going to learn to cook.
Cooking is a natural way to entertain guests. The old man Mo cat is the guest of this hut.
Gray-haired and old-fashioned, sighing, "Did you read this recipe for more than a month when the first door owner of the Open Magic Door almost commanded the sage five hundred years ago to be stumped by braising fish?" Road even no luck to eat STH delicious! "
The oldest cat in the world also has one in his hand.
That’s the yellow calendar
It is well known that the secret service is widely spread, and the secret service is often a glimpse of heaven, but few people know that the person closest to heaven is usually the one who knows heaven best.
Because what he saw was always the tip of the iceberg.
Bai Zhiqiu rubbed his eyebrows. "Let’s steam it. It’s always good for your health to have a lighter taste."
The old man circled a certain date in the yellow calendar.
Bai Zhiqiu glanced at "Is the day fixed?"
"If it’s not a good time, it won’t be a good place to find you."
"Two against two sounds balanced, but I don’t seem to have promised to help."
"You will"
"See?"
The cat turned to the old man and said, "Since the troubled times ten thousand years ago, there have been saints everywhere, but people can break Sunday for several years."
Bai Zhiqiu’s face does not change. "If there is a lack of heaven after the troubled times, only those who have a good plan can realize that there is no other way on Sunday."