EBE Chapter 257 Yesterday's, Today's, and Tomorrow's Sun
Chapter 257 Yesterday's, Today's, and Tomorrow's Sun
Everyone was confused by Yi Chi's nonchalant reaction. Was he not planning to leave?
That’s right, she is a clone, so she can’t die anyway.
The female cultivator on the cliff looked at Yi Chi's calm and composed demeanor, and the tense string in her heart and the suppressed mind suddenly got a break and were liberated.
The confused mood finally stabilized.
She walked briskly to the door of the office, stretched her limbs freely, basked in the sun, the breeze brushed her fingertips and hair, and kissed her cheeks.
All the torture and pain I had suffered seemed to be relieved and healed.
Guli smiled, and the evil cultivator who had remained silent before also smiled, with a hint of contempt, a hint of complacency, and a hint of knowing it was as it should be.
Such frivolous honesty constitutes an unintentional, blushing irony.
No one laughed at her, but she certainly felt the ridicule.
Unlike his hometown, he looked at her with the gentle eyes of a child who had suffered, "So, what do you want to exchange with me?"
The female cultivator on the cliff withdrew her gaze which had been fixed on the setting sun for a long time. When she looked straight at her hometown, the scorching light and shadow of the sun were still floating in her sight.
Because of the long-term torture, the body can hardly stand straight.
She said calmly amidst everyone's breathless anticipation: "I love the sun of yesterday, today and tomorrow so much."
Everyone: "?"
She took a step back gently, her pale face disappearing into the shadows, only her bright eyes were moving, "I am the 97th generation disciple of Wushang Jueya, Jiang Wuming."
Having said this, he left this grand occasion without any regrets.
The thin chin and jawline are like the softest blade at the junction of light and darkness, smashing all evil spirits and temptations into pieces.
He walked steadily, slowly, and not gracefully to Yi Chi's side, lifted his leg, hooked a chair, and sat down.
There was dead silence and silent shock in hell and the world.
This silence is the coronation.
Jiang Wuming is 626 years old this year, and he has spent 500 of those years capturing evil cultivators or lurking in evil ways.
All undercover agents are lone heroes in desperate situations and darkness. They disappear from the sight of their peers, hide their identities, and are invisible to their relatives and friends.
Only when you die can you see the sunlight.
Only when you die does your name become known to everyone.
Over the years that followed, Jiang Wuming's name was deeply imprinted in everyone's heart, hurting the dignity of the evil cultivators.
……
After her, more than eighty out of a hundred people chose the same path.
Go to the door and happily say a last word to your hometown, or give the middle finger to the evil cultivator, then come back and find a chair to sit on.
When it really comes to this, all the previous struggles seem to disappear into thin air.
A disciple of the Northern Sword Sect said in confusion: "Damn it, I've been through all thirteen levels of hell, and I was afraid of death just now? That can't be me!"
"Yes, yes, it's neither me nor me!"
Yi Chi interrupted and said, "When something happens, look for the cause in others first. If we make any mistakes, it's all the fault of the evil cultivators!"
All the disciples suddenly became enlightened and began to curse the sinister and evil cultivators who were trying to disrupt their spiritual minds.
The evil cultivators: “…” People of the righteous path are full of strength and will remain tough until their death.
The people from Qiankun Temple and Penglai Fairy Island were not that angry. Having been obsessed with cleanliness all their lives, they performed the purification technique carefully and meticulously, making the 19-story tomb look brand new.
But the people in Hehuan Valley are always unreasonable. When others clean up an area, they follow behind and grab the next piece.
The people of Penglai Island were so angry that they drew their swords and fought each other. It was only then that the good-tempered people of Qiankun Temple persuaded them to stop, saying that there was no need to fight since they were almost going to die. Only then did the dispute stop.
But the people of Yueyao Empire did not let this group of mudslides go, and said coldly and sarcastically: "You people from Hehuan Valley are like rats crossing the street, you are disgusting."
The people from Hehuan Valley spread their hands, looking shameless as dead pigs that were not afraid of boiling water.
"Do you have the guts to bite me?"
The man on the cliff, who had been practicing cultivation all his life, sat very calmly and properly. He did not participate in the dispute and even seized the last opportunity to start meditating, although he did not know what the meaning was.
The demons from the Demon King Palace watched the quarrel between the people from Hehuan Valley and Yueyao, and would occasionally say a few secret words and get angry, as if they found it very interesting.
As for the dozen or so people from the Heavenly Demon Sect...
They all surrendered to the enemy.
This made the evil cultivators, who had looked gloomy and uncomfortable and almost angry to death, look much better.