Fighter of the Destiny

Teng Xiaoming and Liu Xiaowan stood on the outskirts of the grassland, looking at the sun that was far away in the sky and hanging on the ground. Liu Xiaowan said: I heard that the sun never sets on the grassland, so it is called the sun never sets on the grassland... But what I don't understand is that if no one can come out of the grassland alive, then what is the sun that never sets? Who saw it?

Teng Xiaoming smiled honestly and said nothing. He knew that his wife didn't really ask anything, but was just in a bad mood.

We actually let that wolf cub carry someone on his back and run into the grassland... Even if he dies inside, what will we do? Do we have to wait forever? How can we be sure that he is dead?

Liu Xiaowan glanced at Teng Xiaoming and thought that with her husband's domineering cultivation, if it was outside Zhouyuan, why would he not be able to catch up with a poisoned wolf boy after chasing him for so long? Of course, it would have been earlier. At that time, Chen Changsheng and the others must have been killed long ago. In order to enter Zhou Garden, the price they paid was too heavy.

Teng Xiaoming knew what his wife was thinking, so he reached out and gently stroked her hair, comforting her and saying, I am willing.

No one knew that the mission of the demons to infiltrate Zhou Garden was requested by the notorious demon general couple themselves, because... they were tired of the endless war with humans and wanted to leave the army and return home. Old pastoral. However, they knew very well that His Majesty the Demon Lord would definitely not agree to their request. In the entire Demon Realm, only the Military Advisor could help them achieve their wishes.

So they found the military adviser, and then the military adviser asked them to go to Zhouyuan to complete this matter. For this reason, they surrendered forcibly, and they would lose at least two hundred years of life. But if they could complete this matter and return to the garden together, Then just like Teng Xiaoming said, they are willing.

They are powerful demon generals in the Star-Gathering Middle Realm. Even if they descend to Tongyou Realm, they still have fighting abilities that are unmatched by Tongyou Realm practitioners. People who have climbed to the top can walk among the hills and naturally walk according to reason. Generally speaking, except Xu Yourong, they could easily kill all the human practitioners in Zhou Garden.

It's just that they didn't expect that Master Nanke's pair of maids would cause so much trouble because of their competition for credit, and they didn't expect that the human boy named Chen Changsheng actually carried so many precious magic weapons, and even broke them. The strong ability and will shown by Xiu also exceeded their budget, and they actually successfully ran into the Sun Never Sets Grassland.

Although entering the grassland is definitely a dead end, he was not killed by them after all.

This is the edge of the grassland. The red sun seems to never set, but in fact it just sets a little slower. As time goes by, two-thirds of the sun is swallowed up by the endless weeds as far as the eye can see, and the sky becomes darker. Even more bleakly, Liu Xiaowan said: We will wait for some time to see the situation and eat first.

Teng Xiaoming hummed honestly, put down the heavy burden on his shoulders, took out the dry wood and bricks and started to build a stove and light a fire. Liu Xiaowan took out this year's new rice and the clear spring from Yuquan Mountain from the burden, and began to prepare rice for washing and cooking. However, when she saw the clear water gurgling out from the bottom of the pot, she remembered that when she was at the lakeside, this big iron pot was Chen Changsheng's sword pierced through.

Liu Xiaowan was startled, and finally a hint of annoyance appeared on her always gentle and kind face: Don't you know that this little guy Chen Changsheng is the most serious grudge in mainland China?

Teng Xiaoming smiled honestly and said: We are going to kill him, how can he care about this?

Liu Xiaowan snorted like a girl and said displeasedly: Anyway, I remember this grudge. If those two girls can't kill him, I won't make it easy for him.

Teng Xiaoming said consolingly: After we return to our hometown, we won't fight with others anymore. It's good to get some money by smashing pots and selling iron.

After saying this, he took out another pot from the basket, took the rice in her hand and began to wash it, preparing to steam the rice.

What's for dinner? Liu Xiaowan asked.

Teng Xiaoming looked into the grassland, listened to some faint whistling sounds, and said hesitantly: There should be a lot of monsters in there. Should I go in and catch two? If we don't go too far, it should be fine.

Riding risks for food... We are not birds, nor humans. Liu Xiaowan said angrily, then walked to the basket, rummaged for a long time, found something, picked it up and said: When I left just now, I left the left waiter I brought it over with my left hand, steamed it on the rice pot, and ate it with Zigong pepper water?

Earlier at the lakeside, in the name of fairness, she cut off the hand of that dignified woman.

That hand was now held in her hand, and there was still some blood stains on the broken area.

Teng Xiaoming took the severed hand, rinsed it with spring water, opened the lid of the pot, added a steamer, found a porcelain plate, and put it in.

The two servants are almost spiritual bodies. The spiritual energy in these hands is too much, I'm afraid it will be difficult to digest. He thought for a while and said: It's better not to use pepper water, and mix it with some apricot grass later.

He has always been the one to cook at home. Liu Xiaowan is not very good at this, so naturally he has no problem with it.

The water in the pot hasn't boiled yet, and the two teenagers in the grassland don't know whether they are dead or not.

Liu Xiaowan and Teng Xiaoming sat side by side on a stone outside the grassland, watching the setting sun sinking at an extremely slow speed.

It's been a while.

Um.

Seventy-three years ago, when you were just a soldier, how could you have the guts to ask me to watch the sunset with you?

Well... I lost a bet with my colleagues.

Liu Xiaowan glared at him and said, You are finally willing to tell the truth.

Teng Xiaoming thought for a while and said honestly: I have admitted it four hundred and forty-one times.

Liu Xiaowan stopped paying attention to him, leaned on his shoulder, looked at the sunset in the distance, and said with satisfaction: It's so beautiful.

Teng Xiaoming thought for a while, decided that he should lie here, and said, Yeah.

Liu Xiaowan looked longingly and said, After we return to our hometown, we can sit like this every day and watch the sunset.

Teng Xiaoming thought about it and felt that he couldn't continue to lie, otherwise it would be a bit difficult in the future. He said honestly: I will get tired of it.

Liu Xiaowan raised her eyebrows slightly and said, You will get tired of looking at me for a long time.

Teng Xiaoming didn't need to think about it, and he didn't lie. He said sincerely: No.

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No matter how beautiful a person is, if you just look at her beauty, you will one day get tired of it.

Chen Changsheng hasn't had this kind of life experience yet, but he has a say in things like looking at the sun, because he never gets tired of looking at it. When he wakes up at five o'clock every morning, it is still dark. After washing and cleaning up, he is happiest when he stands under the plum blossoms, beside the temple, by the lake or on the big banyan tree, watching the sun rise as usual. .

He mostly sleeps at night and is very unfamiliar with the night, and for that reason, he doesn't like the night.

He doesn't like any night, whether it's a good night or a cold night. He doesn't want it, whether it's a gentle departure or an angry entrance.

He is afraid of death because he doesn't want to die.

He is not afraid of death because he has thought about dying countless times.

So before death, he can always bloom an unimaginable power.

Black Dragon has seen it before.

The Holy Queen has seen it.

Gou Hanshi has seen it.

Now, it's his enemies' turn to see that power.

Liang Xiaoxiao had a sword wound on his shoulder, dripping with blood.

Those two powerful demonic beauties had sword marks everywhere on their bodies, and their faces had long lost their smiles, leaving only seriousness and earnestness.

Chen Changsheng held an umbrella in his left hand and a sword in his right hand. His face was pale and bloodless, and his true energy had been exhausted.

But his expression remained serious.

From the beginning to now, he has always been so serious.

At this time, he must live more seriously and live to see death.

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