Under the wind and snow, he seemed to stand in the sky.

His body was almost collapsed, and he could not see a piece of complete flesh, but he still held the broken flag in his hand and still did not fall down.

Apart from the sound of wind and snow, there is no other movement.

It seemed as if everything had fallen into a wonderful state of stillness.

People watching the battle.

There are three people on the battlefield.

Zong Wen and Qin Feng opened their mouths in surprise, but smiled helplessly.

When the god's sword energy can also be blocked by the god's ignorance, and when the belief in defending Mangshan becomes a last obsession, nothing can defeat this man with a martial saint body again.

Once upon a time, he collapsed due to obsession.

Now, it has risen again due to the obsession in my heart.

This battle is enough to leave a brilliant mark on the future history books of Huawu.

The drunkard who had been decadent for several years completed his own redemption at the last moment of his life.

Once upon a time, he had questions.

However, when life became more boring, the questions in my heart gradually faded.

Just want to do something.

At the last moment of life.

For the God of Luo, for the world... Since he was once a hero.

You can't drink until you die. Even if you want to die, you have to act like a hero. That is the final ending of the hero...

He is not a hero.

But I want the end of this hero.

For perhaps it is just a clear conscience in my heart.

Qin Ming and Zong Tian did not bother with the ending at this time, and perhaps they also accepted such an ending.

The God's sword energy did not split Mangshan and was completely blocked by Shen Wuming, which means that they could no longer stop the Shenwu family's Shenwu from acquiring their master. Even if they want to make up for it now and want to attack Mangshan, there will be no time left.

It will take several hours to climb Mang Mountain.

Even if he climbed up, Shenwu had already recognized his master at that time.

The Qin Zong army was silent, and Qin Ming and Zong Tian were also quiet.

Although they failed, they gave Shen Wuming the final respect. This battle not only defeated Qin Zong, but also made Qin Ming and Zongtian feel admiration in their hearts, leaving the last few hours to Shen Wuming.

God's ignorance slowly fell from mid-air.

He knelt on the ground with a loud bang, and quickly used the support of the broken flag to make himself stand up again.

He wouldn't fall like this.

At least, I will not kneel down to the people of Qinzong.

A warrior has a way of dying a warrior, and the final ending must not just kneel down like this.

He walked slowly to a tree tremblingly.

He leaned against the tree and squinted his eyes at the Qin Zong army in the distance, as well as Qin Feng and Zong Wen in the air.

"Before 0 o'clock..." He said tremblingly, his voice began to weaken and a little blurred, "No one of you Qinzong can step on Mangshan. Come on, I will kill one."

"I am protecting the time before 0 o'clock..." "No one is allowed to go up!"

Although his voice was extremely weak, it was unquestionable.

No matter how loud some people have a voice, no one can listen, and some people can just say a light sentence to make the whole audience quiet.

And God's ignorance is the latter.

All this respect and fear were made by him with his fist. Under the quiet snowy night, his weak and indifferent voice seemed to resound throughout the world, and Qin Zong did not move at all, as if he had silently listened to Shen Wuming's words.

Oh, by the way, the snowy night is coming... In this fierce battlefield, people no longer pay attention to the passage of time. When they come back to their senses, they find that dusk has passed long ago, night has already fallen, and the fierce snow is still flying.

At the last moment, it seemed that the Luo God Qin Sect had reached an agreement.

Everyone tacitly understood and did not interfere, and did not even drive them. They just silently looked at the gods beside the tree at the foot of Mangshan Mountain.

He was still standing in that position.

Like a statue.

I have not left Mangshan in an instant.

They defended Mangshan for five days and five nights, and more than 2,000 people fought against the Qinzong coalition forces of nearly 10,000 people. They won, but they also paid a heavy price... The only one left in Shen San.

A bare commander.

Even this bare commander, the breath of life, was quietly leaving... God's ignorance gradually slipped down from the trunk of the tree.

He pinched the time.

Tick ​​tick, just like life is at the last moment of countdown.

Every beat means going further away from death.

Tick! When the needle, minute hand, and second hand pointed at 12 at the same time, Shen Wuming suddenly smiled happily.

This is his last smile on earth.

He looked at Sanguan.

"Happy New Year's Eve..." said blessing to the God of Luo.

He slid down to the bottom of the trunk and lay beside the trunk. In the end, he couldn't even support his body and lay down completely.

The howling snow covered his sight.

He wanted to take a look at the stars in the night sky, but in the hazy, he could see nothing.

He didn't go and have another last sip of wine.

In fact, he never likes to drink.

But I like to be drunk and another self.

At that time, I flew to Mingqiao, to the children, and to my grandson. The whole family was harmonious and happy. After being drunk, I could always give him such a beautiful scene so that he could see everything he had lost.

At that time, he held his wife Mingqiao's hand and walked on the beach. He watched the sunset with her. He saw the sea level dyed with a layer of sparkling wheat yellow, as if the world had been crossed with a layer of shining gold edges, which was so beautiful.

Just after waking up from the dream.

It's this fucking world again.

The beach, the yellow sea level, and the layer of gold edges... nothing is gone... The most important thing is that the person who has been sitting by the beach with him will be broken as his dream is broken.

Over the years, she has returned to him countless times, and every night, she will come back.

Over the years, she has left him countless times, and every night, she will leave.

Living has long become a torture for him.

I can only be greedy for alcohol and numb my nerves, let her come back again and again and leave again and again... I can't catch it! In that dream.

She grabbed her desperately, tried her best, and stopped her crazy, but she couldn't stop her from leaving when she woke up from her dream.

It was so painful! At that time, it was really painful... Fortunately, everything was over.

Shen Wuming lay on the cold snow and smiled happily.

He didn't have to go to try to keep Mingqiao countless times, nor did he have to separate from her anymore. This time, he could sit on the beach together forever, watch the sunset, watch the sea level dyed with a layer of sparkling wheat yellow, and see the golden edges of the world being crossed.

Yes, it's so beautiful.

The most important thing is that she will always be there.

Never leave.

It's time to leave! It's long time to leave! I don't owe anything to Luoshen. When I walk, I feel much more comfortable and my steps of leaving are really lighter. Instead, Luoshen owes him a lot, so there is no need to talk about those... As long as I can leave openly and openly, he will leave openly.

Then you can leave.

In the sky, Mingqiao is still waiting for me to celebrate New Year's Eve together.

This New Year's Eve will definitely become the most unforgettable New Year's Eve in my life of ignorance, and all my family will be reunited again.

Mingqiao, children, grandchildren... will not leave any one behind.

Everyone is reunited.

I thought about going to Tianyin City and setting off firecrackers with my children. Now that I have gone there, it is better to be able to set off fireworks with my grandchildren than to go back to Tianyin.

Looking back to Tianyin, what's the difference here... Here, you are alone, and when you go back, you are alone.

On the contrary, only by going to the superior can we find our own sense of belonging. A few years ago, we should have been the person above. After several years of moji, I wanted to die but didn’t dare to die. The cowardly one could only use alcohol to communicate with the person above... It’s so troublesome.

Now it's OK.
To be continued...