Way of Choices

Su Li asked again: "Why didn't you bring the yellow paper umbrella when you went downstairs just now?"

The yellow paper umbrella has a very strong defensive ability and can resist the full blow of the strong star-strength. When he was in Wenshui, Chen Changsheng had heard of the folding sleeve, but these days the umbrella has been in Su Li’s hands. And since Xueyuan's day, he always felt that this umbrella was a sword. He didn't think about it at all. At this moment, he couldn't help but listen to Su Li's words.

He honestly admitted: "I forgot."

Su Li sighed: "It's stupid."

When the two were talking, Xiao Zhang did not move, Wang Liang and Sun did not move, and the people around the inn did not move.

Because the person speaking is Su Li.

In the past hundreds of years, Su Li is the idol of countless people in the spiritual world, the spirit and spirit of the spirit of the human world. He can be killed, but he cannot be humiliated, because that would humiliate the human world itself. At this moment, even the most insane Xiao Zhang does not mind waiting for a while,

The ending is doomed, the world can be killed, and the only Chen Changsheng standing in front of Su Li has also been defeated. The difference in strength between the two parties is too great. In the era when the wildflowers of the spiritual practice first opened, there were four strongest people. Before Taxue Xunmei died in Tianshuling's Shinto, there were three people left. Two of them came to Xunyang City. What can Chen Changsheng do?

A broken wall behind the inn building could not bear the breeze of the wind, collapsed suddenly, and the dust returned. When the smoke fell, Bishop Huanfu of Xunyang City appeared in the building. He looked at Chen Changsheng seriously and said: "You can no longer change all this, so why not let this thing end more calmly?"

Chen Changsheng lowered his head and said nothing.

Su Li raised his right hand again, patted him on the shoulder, smiled and said, "Who am I? Are you a child really prepared to stay in front of me for a lifetime?"

Chen Changsheng understood what he meant, and moved aside hard.

When Liang's mansion came, he stood in front of the window. When Xiao Zhang's gun arrived, he stood in front of the chair. Even if he fell, he fell in front of the chair. He has done his best, and now at the last moment, whether for reasons of respect or other reasons, he should let Su Li face this storm, so he gave up.

Su Li was sitting in a chair, holding a yellow paper umbrella, looking at Xiao Zhang in front of him, Wang Liang and Sun on the ruins, and the people in the street. He looked calm and careless, as if these people were just idlers.

The sky in Xunyang City became darker, the paper snow stopped, and suddenly a light rain fell.

The streets in the light rain were silent, and no one spoke for a long time.

Xiao Zhang turned his head to look at Su Li, with unprecedented concentration and enthusiasm in his eyes, as if he was admiring an extremely precious porcelain, which would then be broken by himself.

The white paper on his face was wet with rain silk and deformed a bit, so it looked even more funny and scary. At the next moment, he shook a little, like the sound of the wire being beaten, and revealed through the white paper: "It's really interesting, People like you will also die."

When he said this, Xiao Zhang's voice was more trembling, very excited, and somewhat agitated-he was agitated because he was about to witness the important turning point in history, and the reasons for the anxiety were more complicated.

Su Li looked at him like looking at an injured little beast, and said with pity: "Everyone is going to die. You don't understand such a simple truth? They all say that your madness is somewhat interesting to me. How does it look like now? An idiot?"

If someone is said to be an idiot, Xiao Zhang will definitely go mad immediately, and will not take it away unless he is punished to death, but when he hears Su Li's words, he doesn't even get angry, but his eyes become incomparable Sincerely, said: "Look, it was not some **** or some waste that arrived today. It is boring to die in their hands."

Su Li didn't have a good air: "Are you really an idiot? It's boring to die in anyone's hands."

Xiao Zhang raised his chest and said, "What do you think of me? It must always be more interesting to die in my hands."

Chen Changsheng couldn't help but say, "Are you so interesting?"

They are saying meaning, but not the same meaning.

Xiao Zhang looked at him, his eyes suddenly cold, but his voice was more mad, and shouted: "Of course it is interesting! He is Su Li! How can he die in the hands of those wastes? Of course it can only die under my gun!"

Yes, when many people want to come, even if they can’t fight, and they are seriously injured, Su Li is ultimately Su Li. He has never existed in this world in an ordinary way. How can he leave so ordinary?

Chen Changsheng was speechless, but Su Li had something to say.

"I object." He looked at the crowd inside and outside the inn and said very seriously: "No matter how I die, I disagree."

The streets in the light rain became silent again, but it was different from the atmosphere at the previous moment. The silence at this moment came from the consternation. Not everyone has seen Su Li, and no one wanted to get the legendary Uncle Lishan. Such a person still looks so loose and frivolous at the last moment of life, how can there be a little bit of legendary character.

"invalid objection."

Wang Liangsun walked into the ruins of the inn, looked at Su Li in his chair for a moment, and then saluted: "When you killed 300 people in my palace more than ten years ago, you should know that there will be today."

Then he looked to Chen Changsheng next to Su Li and said, "Just now I said that giving life with life is the fairest thing, not to mention that his life is to pay back three hundred lives."

Su Li put the scattered black hair behind her shoulders, and said very disappointed: "Just say whatever you want."

Hearing this gimmick, Chen Changsheng inexplicably remembered the landing, and then remembered the assassination in the National Academy of Education, the demon assassin, the black robe, the battle in the snowfield, so he still insisted that This is not fair, but he has no ability to insist on his own views.

The rain silk fell slowly, floating like a string.

Hundreds of eyes looked at the ruins of the inn and Su Li in the chair, hot but cold, and awe and awe.

Su Li held a yellow paper umbrella in his left hand, and never meant to hold the umbrella handle in his right hand.

From Xueyuan to Xunyang City, tens of thousands of miles of wind and snow, dust and road, people have confirmed that the news is true countless times, Su Li has indeed been seriously injured, unable to fight anymore, but no one dares to despise him. For centuries, the most terrible murder of the Demon Race, arranged by the black robe, did not kill him. How could such a person simply die?

Miracle seems to be a noun that was congenitally created for people like him.

The streets are dead, the atmosphere is depressed and tense.

I don’t know when Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun shot.

At this time, someone shot first.

A stone wetted by rain came from the street and hit Su Li's face.

A snapping noise.

A stream of blood ran down Su Li's forehead.

Chen Changsheng has no strength to help him block this stone.

Su Li didn't have the strength to block this stone, and he couldn't even avoid it-a sword can cut the demon, a legendary strong man who can break the star, and now even a stone can't avoid it.

The streets are still quiet, but the atmosphere suddenly becomes a little different.

There was a burst of laughter in the light rain.

People looked over and found that it was Lin Canghai who was the master of the Star Sect, and it was he who threw the stone.

Lin Canghai looked upstairs at the inn and smiled with resentment and eagerness: "Su Li, you have today! Even a dog, knowing to avoid stones, you are not even a dog now!"

In the light rain, Su Li's shirt was wet, his face was pale, and the blood flowed slowly, and he looked very sad.

Looking at this scene, although everyone came to kill Su Li, they were in different moods.

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(If you have a cold, if you are still so faint tomorrow, you may not have to take a day off and talk to everyone in advance.)

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