Way of Choices

After listening to this, Mrs. Mud was silent for a long time and did not answer.

She didn't know how to answer.

No matter how harsh and mocking Bai Di's words were, she was very unhappy, but she couldn't answer them after she thought about it.

This fact reminded her of many facts over the years.

Suddenly, she felt these things were ridiculous all these years.

Lonely sail far away from the West Sea, so the country can look back.

But, since many years ago, she has been used to thinking like that, doing things like that.

It has been really many years.

She said with emotion: "You have endured these words for many years."

Bai Di thought for a while and said, "Fortunately, because you didn't show much performance before, and our daughter is only a teenager."

"It turns out that way."

There was a sense of loneliness in Mrs. Mu's eyes.

There is still a lot to say, although it is too late to say, it doesn’t make much sense to say anything.

The home of peace is the hometown, why can't you always be at ease? Why didn't she just leave, but waited to say this with Bai Di?

Countless clouds rushed towards the blue palace skirt in the sky.

In a very short time, an extremely thick cloud formed, and Bai Tao died.

As if all the clouds in the world came to Baidi City.

All that is said here is true.

There are the cold clouds on the snow peaks of the Falling Star Mountains, and the rain clouds on the West Sea.

There are also mists between mountains and streams, ice floes on snowfields, and even in the far-away Eastern Cloud Tomb, some clouds are floating towards this side.

The sea of ​​clouds becomes thicker and wider, covering more than a hundred miles of sky.

The cloud was originally white, but when there were too many and the light couldn't penetrate, it turned gray to black.

Looking from the ground, the sea of ​​clouds in the sky became a sea of ​​ink.

The sun was covered on the other side of the cloud, and the world under the cloud became darker and darker, until nothing could be seen anymore.

The night comes early.

There are horrified shouts everywhere in Baidi City.

The demon folks fled around again, or stood staring on the street, looking at the sea of ​​clouds above the sky.

Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong looked at each other and looked up to the sky.

Tang Thirty-six looked to the sky.

Xiaode and the clan chiefs and other big demon also looked into the sky.

Has the battle between the saints started like this?

On the broken bluestone street, the merchant boat was also looking at the sky, his expression was indifferent, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Click!

A huge lightning bolt as thick as a sky tree tears the sea of ​​clouds, illuminates the entire world, and then disappears in the air.

At that moment, the sea of ​​clouds like ink was painted extremely white.

Then there were countless lightnings that lit up, most of them annihilated without breaking through the clouds, and occasionally some broke through the clouds and could not fall to the ground.

These lightnings should come from above, and they can actually tear the clouds more than ten miles deep, and their power can be imagined.

The huge thunder came roaring, bringing countless hurricanes, whistling and raging in the city.

The Red River prohibition gave birth to induction, which was naturally stimulated to form an extremely large blue light shield, protecting the buildings of the Imperial City, the Tenshuk Pavilion and the entire upper city, but it still could not prevent the simple houses of the hurricane from blowing down the city. The heads of the people smashed by bricks and mortals bleed.

Under the tears of the lightning, countless giant waves emerged from the sea of ​​clouds, and from time to time spit out clouds like fire tongue, the picture was extremely spectacular.

Those lightnings occasionally illuminate the world under the cloud, but they can't bring real temperature.

The sun, isolated by extremely thick clouds, could not spread warmth towards the earth, and the temperature of Baidi City dropped sharply.

The moisture in the clouds didn't have time to condense into water droplets, and turned into snowflakes, and then fell.

The clouds that were torn by lightning, like dandelions that were blown away, kept spraying an unimaginable amount of snow flakes.

This is an extremely rare blizzard.

The people who evaded because of fear, or who hid home, had already gone.

People who are still on the street will naturally not leave at this time.

They stood in the snow with goose feathers and looked up at the sky.

It's a pity that their eyes can penetrate Blizzard, but they can't penetrate the thick clouds and see what is happening at this time.

With a loud bang, Chen Changsheng opened the yellow paper umbrella.

Tang Thirty-six is ​​preparing to walk in, but finds that he has come to Xu Yourong's side.

The little girl who bought fat powder shouted young master and raised the umbrella to his head.

Eucalyptus is healing the King of Linghai and others, looking up from time to time.

The courtyard is very quiet.

The city of Baidi is also quiet.

Only the sea of ​​clouds kept rolling, tearing, and spraying snow flakes towards the ground.

The whole world is constantly changing between black and white, but it has not become gray for an instant.

The sky and the earth seemed to be in one place.

A very thick lightning fell in the far west.

An unknown hill was flattened to the top.

The mountain stream outside the courtyard was frozen, and there was no more water.

The thunder keeps on, and the snow stops.

...

...

I don't know how long after that, a crack finally appeared in the depths of Yunhai, and then went to both sides.

Sunlight fell from that crack, and then became wider and wider, re-enveloping Baidi City.

The sea of ​​clouds gradually collapsed, and countless clouds of clouds with snowflakes fell.

Those cold clouds settled on the grounds of the Imperial City and the Tianshou Pavilion, and flowed down the ladder, looking like a waterfall.

Yunpu came to Xiacheng, followed the city gate, and finally entered the Red River, leaving no trace.

No matter the blue sky or Baidi City, there is no trace.

No trace of cloud.

In the stone palace at the highest point of the imperial city.

Luoluo stood in front of the window, looking at the residual snow, with tears on his small face.

Baidi returned to that street.

He looked to the sky.

There is no cloud there.

But there is still snow falling.

The snow seemed to come from nothing.

Everything is that nothingness.

Shangxing Zhou walked to his side and said, "How many years have we been friends?"

Bai Di said: "Hundreds of years."

Shang Xingzhou continued: "When you chose her, your father opposed, I opposed, and the minister opposed."

Bai Di laughed at himself and said, "Today Jinyu Law is still talking about this matter."

The business firm looked at him and asked, "So what do you think now?"

"Do you mean I will regret it?"

Bai Di remained silent for a long time and said, "That's the boring thought that only your human race and the devil race have."

If it is really a boring idea, why should it be silent for so long, want to think so long?

There is no mountain in the mountains, and the river is exhausted.

Winter thunderstorms rain and snow.

Heaven and earth.

Dare to be king.

This is a farewell.

The sad ecstasy is nothing but a difference.

What's more, it is farewell.

It's just, does everything really stop here?

The dissipating clouds and the falling snow are all hers, and the cold and wet weather is annoying.

Bai Di suddenly lowered his head and began to cough.

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