Song of Adolescence

"It's a big snow. I haven't seen such a big snow in many years." The man in black clinging to the umbrella, looked up at the sky.

"Only you southerners can hold umbrellas when it snows." The man standing beside him with a knife patted the falling snow on his shoulders. "The snow in the north does not melt like the southern one, so there is no need to hold an umbrella. "

The black-clothed man still held the umbrella and shook his head: "Get used to it."

The man carrying the knife smiled and folded his arms around his chest: "Speaking of which, I was once a southerner, but after so many years in Tianqi City, I have slowly regarded myself as a northerner."

"Is the knife in your hand blunt? You used to be the most hopeful disciple of the Xie family." The man in black finally lowered his head and turned to look at him.

The man is still grinning, he is not young anymore, but he still looks like a teenager when he laughs: "The security in Apocalypse City is really good. I haven't used a knife for a long time."

"It doesn't matter whether it is used or not. As long as you don't forget to sharpen the knife, the knife will not be dull." The black-clothed man stretched out his hand and watched the snowflakes fall on his palm. "It's really not like the snow in the south." The black-clothed man held a hand. He gripped it and opened it again, and the umbrella was closed abruptly. With a wave of his hand, he drew a thin blade from the umbrella and stabbed it at the man with the knife.

The wind and snow became confused in an instant.

The man squinted slightly, but the long knife was already in front of him, blocking the thin blade. The man sighed, "I haven't seen him for many years. It's rare for Patriarch Su to come to the Apocalypse. He has to try my knife. Isn't it good?"

"You are the most important disciple of Xie Qidao. He is dead. I will help him try your sword." The black-clothed man said lightly.

The man sighed and looked up at the sky: "I heard the news before and thought it was false, but now I have to believe it when I say it from the head of the Su family."

"Do you lie to yourself too?" the man in black asked.

The man lowered his head: "It's been a long time since I killed anyone. I thought I was really a blacksmith." He closed his eyes and slammed the knife out of the ground. With a strong wave, he swept the snow all over the floor.

The falling snow filled the man's throat with a sword stabbed.

The man's knife was also placed on the shoulder of the man in black.

The two took away their weapons at the same time, and the black-clothed man reinserted the sword into the umbrella, raised the umbrella, and looked at the sky, as if nothing happened just now.

"Are you coming to Apocalypse this time, are you going to participate in the seizure?" the man asked.

The black man nodded: "Did you guess it?"

The man smiled: "Xiao Chuhe returned to Beijing, Emperor Mingde was seriously ill, and the atmosphere in Apocalypse City became more and more tense. You have come to Apocalypse at this time, and there must be only one reason. It's just that we have always lived in the dark, but Do you want to get involved in such a thing and expose yourself to the eyes of the world?"

"Who wants to live in the dark all the time?" A soft voice came, and the man turned his head and found a woman in a dark red dress sitting on the eaves, gently shaking her slender legs.

"Mu Yumo." The man frowned slightly, "Suddenly the two Patriarchs entered the apocalypse, it seems that the patriarch will surely win this event."

"You are wrong, it is not two Patriarchs. It is three." Mu Yumo waved his hand, and a scroll fell on the man's hand. "I brought the handwritten script of the head of the family. You are the current Patriarch of the Xie Patriarch. Now. Xie Jiucheng."

"It's really bad news." The man called Xie Jiucheng shook his head.

"How many people from the Xie family are there in Tianqi?" The man holding the umbrella is naturally Su Muyu, the head of the Su family.

"Eleven." Xie Jiucheng replied, "Eighteen of those who followed me into the Apocalypse ten years ago, five died, one was abolished, and one was missing."

"In these three days, there will be twelve members of the Xie family entering the Apocalypse, the Su family will have 13 members, and the Mu family will also have ten." Su Muyu said.

"Do you want to bring most of the dark river to Apocalypse?" Xie Jiucheng smiled helplessly.

"The patriarch actually arrived earlier than us, and the blood of Apocalypse City should be first-rate." Mu Yumo's words contained a soft smile.

Xie Jiucheng looked at the knife in his hand: "Who is the person supported by Dark River? Yongan Wang Xiao Chuhe?"

"He is the best candidate, but also the most difficult alliance to cooperate." Su Muyu said.

"White King Xiao Chong?" Xie Jiucheng asked again.

Su Muyu looked at Feixue: "Perhaps."

"Red King Xiao Yu? He is really an abomination." Xie Jiucheng curled his lips.

Mu Yumo smiled, still shaking his legs gently.

Su Muyu gently rotated the umbrella handle and scattered the fine flying snow.

Xie Jiucheng knocked on the knife in his hand: "I see."

White Palace.

The nine prince Xiao Jingxian sat in the warm pavilion and was on fire, while the white king Xiao Chong sat quietly on the chair in tiger fur.

"I got the news that the one who killed Tang Lian was indeed the killer of the Dark River." Xiao Jingxian said slowly.

Ling Shaohan shook his head: "At that time, we only sent a letter to Wushuang City, and did not notify Dark River."

"Yes. The underground river in Leijiabao suddenly attacked and killed Tang Sect, and did not tell us beforehand. This incident caused Tang Sect and Xueyue City to stand directly opposite us. You suspect that the underground river supports us on the surface, Actually there is another purpose." Xiao Chong said.

"This time Dark River killed Xiao Chuhe's senior, and he will record his hatred on us." Ling Shaohan said worriedly, "The intention of Dark River is indeed hard to guess."

"Moreover, they have entered the Apocalypse now." Xiao Jingxian stretched out his hands that roasted the fire. "Recently, many people have come to Apocalypse. Many of them, I suspect, are the killers of the dark river. But they have not come to see us yet."

"Master Father hasn't returned the Apocalypse yet?" Xiao Chong asked suddenly.

"Anger Sword Immortal... it's really beyond our control." Ling Shaohan sighed.

"Where is the second master?" Xiao Chong asked again.

"Supervisor Jinyu came a few days ago. He said that the little genius doctor is indeed a genius doctor. His Majesty's illness is almost healed, but he has frequent episodes of malaise. He suspects that someone is causing trouble." Ling Shaohan replied. .

"Wonderful doctor?" Xiao Chong tapped his finger on the back of the chair lightly.

"What does the prince mean?" Ling Shaohan frowned slightly, "Invite the genius doctor to..."

Xiao Chong didn't speak, but everyone in the court understood that for so many years, the White King Xiao Chong had never given up to heal his eyes. Now that such a genius doctor comes to Tianqi, he can't let go of the opportunity.

"She now has father-in-law Jinwei guarding her all day long, and that Lan Yuehou seems to care about her too, and often attends around. There is also the third son of the Mu family, who seems to have worshipped him as a teacher." John said.

"Let the second master think of a solution," Xiao Chong said.

Xiao Jingxian nodded: "I'll talk to Duke Jinyu."