Chapter 946 (2/2)
All sides of the mainland, those who know about it, are quietly contributing to their ”faith”.
Hot summer, center!
With a pot of old wine, Mr. Zhou came to the courtyard where no room was opened for outsiders.
”Qingsheng.” Mr. Zhou called out to the closed gate of the courtyard.
Bang Dang!
The gate opened automatically. Inside, the voice of the old man came out.
Wang shengxia's master, Li Yefeng, met not long ago. He is a saint.
The warriors know that there are still saints left on the earth.
However, I don't know the name of this saint. Only a few people know that this saint was once a subordinate of the song of Chu and also a brother of life and death of the song of Chu.
They met in the desert.
The two fought a bloody battle in Central Asia.
”They've gone. I've come to you for a drink.” Zhou Laodao.
”People have gone, why worry.”
”When you win, you will come back.”
Qingsheng's voice, leisurely sounded, like a three-dimensional ring sound, can be heard in all directions.
”Still worried.” Mr. Zhou shook his head with a bitter smile. He had been at the top of his life and dealt with countless difficult things, but none of them could make him feel like he is now.
Nervousness, worry, fear, hope.
With his experience and his position, we should not have such a complicated mood.
But, can't stop!
After all, it's about the survival of billions!
”Come on.”
After hearing this, Mr. Zhou went in. In the room, Qingsheng's face was calm and old, revealing the twilight, as if he might die at any time.
Zhou put the wine on the table, two porcelain bowls, and flew to the table by himself.
Mr. Zhou was dumb and immediately filled the wine himself. In the whole world, who else can let Mr. Zhou pour the wine himself?
”You say, will they win?” Zhou picked up the bowl and drank it.
”War, no winner.” Qingsheng light way.
It is true that there has never been a winner in a war.
Only the survivors and the destroyers.
At this time, a sword light, from outside the sky, an old figure, fell on the courtyard, green Saint brow slightly wrinkled, a terrible power, swept out.
It's Li Tiannan.
However, Qingsheng doesn't seem to be very popular.
”Go away.”
Qingsheng's eyes suddenly cold, even a little red, as if Li Tiannan is his enemy!
After landing, Li Tiannan walked into the room with his sword and sat down at the table.
”The war should be coming to an end soon. If I win, I'll have nothing to worry about. Just kill me to vent my anger.”
”If I lose, I will die without you.”
”I'm dead. Why don't I have a last drink with you?”
”You deserve it, too.”
The green sage's breath is hunting, and the vigorous wind is sweeping. The sword Gang condenses on Li Tiannan's head. In a moment, Li Tiannan can be torn to pieces.
Li Tiannan didn't seem to feel the power of the sword on his head. He took a bowl, filled it with wine, raised his hand and said, ”unfilial son-in-law Li Tiannan, to his father-in-law!”
Mr. Zhou was silent. He was not qualified to intervene in other people's family affairs.
Li Tiannan drank it all and then filled it up again.
”Here's to Xiao rou.”
His wife, Li Yefeng's father and Qingsheng's daughter, Xu Xirou.
It's full again.
”Here's to xiaorou's son and your grandson Li Yefeng