The Chenzhou Bridge was built by the previous dynasty. It has a wood-stone


    structure and an eleven-hole and twelve-pier bridge. It was overhauled a few


    years ago and a bridge house was built on the bridge to form a covered bridge.The outside of the covered bridge is painted with red paint, and there are


    benches on both sides of the inside of the covered bridge for pedestrians.The flower girl was sitting on a bench resting her feet,In her bamboo strip flower basket, there are only one or two dew-stained


    flowers. I think it is the Qixi Festival, and more flowers can be sold.One penny, two penny...The fingers tucked in the sleeves gently fiddled with the coins in the purse,


    carefully not making a crisp sound.The flower girl took a sigh of relief and tightened the purse.Turning sideways a little, put his hands on the railing of the bridge seat,


    and looked at the quiet flowing river under the bridge, with a smile of


    happiness and contentment like a weasel stealing a chicken on his face.After doing the math, I finally saved a little money,Well, I’ll buy half a portion of roast duck for my younger siblings today.


    They yelled for a long time and said they wanted to eat it.You can also buy a copy of Liufangzhai’s sweet-scented osmanthus cake for his


    mother—he bought it back when his father was still alive, but it’s sweet, just


    a bit sticky.Hmm...We have to thank Master Luo, who helped us find a place to stay and


    healed our mother’s old illness. I really don’t know how to thank him...Thinking of Luo Siyuan’s smile,The flower girl feels a little hot on her face for some reason.She turned around, lowered her head slightly to cover the temperature on her


    face, and put the flower basket back in her arms, shaking her feet lightly in


    tandem."You came."A low and hoarse male voice sounded beside the flower girl,She turned her head subconsciously and saw a young man dressed as a fortune


    teller, holding a flag and speaking in a deep voice to the middle-aged man


    sitting next to him.The fortune teller, or Li Ang, said to Wanli Fengdao indifferently: "It''s


    thirty seconds later than planned.""The road was slightly delayed for a while."Wanli Fengdao exhaled a foul breath, and said in a low voice: "Lao Xing has


    gone upstream to disperse the civilians on both sides of the strait. Miss Liu


    is already on standby in the city. Now, just wait for them to come."Disperse civilians?The flower seller was a little puzzled, and she glanced at the two people''s


    costumes from the corner of her eyes. They didn''t look like people from the


    government. Could it be that they were Wu Dewei''s plainclothes riders?Eavesdropping is not a good habit, let alone listening to two suspicious


    persons.If the content of the conversation involves confidentiality, it may be a


    disaster.The flower seller''s heart jumped, stopped shaking her calves, her face was


    calm, she silently pinched the flower basket, preparing to get up and leave


    naturally as if she had had enough rest.Wanli Fengdao sat on the bench on the bridge, leaned back, put his arm on the


    railing, and raised Erlang''s legs unintentionally. He lazily said: "It''s


    like..."Li Ang asked casually: "What is it like?""Like reality."Wanli Fengdao made a nuisance towards the pedestrians in the bridge, and said


    lightly: "Traffic pawns, scholars and ladies, general children, elderly


    people,Everyone in this world has their own emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy, which


    is so vivid and vivid. "Li Angchu Chuan, "It was not the same in previous scripts.""This time is different,"Wan Li Fengdao shook his head, "The previous script is either a complete world


    in itself.Or it''s a narrow space with invisible barriers and no way out,Unlike this time, it was a pure dream.It feels strange to me, I always feel a little inexplicable fear. ""Are you worried about whether the real world is also a dream of a high-


    dimensional existence?"Li Ang grinned indifferently, "There is nothing wrong in the world, mediocre


    people disturb themselves.Anyway, you can''t prove that you are not in the brain of the tank-this kind of


    paradox itself is infinite mating dolls.What''s more, even if reality is really a dream or an alien reality show,You guess it’s an insignificant supporting role outside the camera,Will not be controlled by the mind. "Wan Li Fengdao raised his eyebrows, "Why do I have to be a supporting role?""Do you think your life is very interesting and can be the protagonist?"Li Ang calmly asked, "I think there should be no high-dimensional creatures.Would you like to stare at a rough guy who doesn''t wash his hair for two or


    three days, doesn''t change his underwear for a week, eats only takeaways, and


    lays on the sofa, picking his feet and smelling his fingers when he is free? "Wanli Fengdao opened his mouth, his face showed the classic expression of


    "Although I am very upset, but I can''t find any reason to refute".Li Ang smiled casually and raised his head, as if looking at the sky through


    the arch of the gallery, "Well, they are here."He put down the banner, squeezed his fingers,In the curious gaze of the flower girl, she took out a large black cloak from


    the void and put it on herself.The thief and mouse-eyed man next to him (Wan Li Fengdao''s eyelids twitched),


    he sighed with relief, and silently drew his waist long sword.His act of drawing his sword caused the pedestrians around him to scream.Wanli Fengdao ignored the gazes of civilians on both sides, standing on the


    bridge, holding the hilt of the sword, staring at the river in front.What is he looking at?The flower girl backed away with the panicked crowd carrying the basket, but


    doubts arose in her mind.Then, she knew the answer to the question.Hum——There was a slight tremor on the surface of the river far away.Like a herd of ten thousand steeds, they come across the river,It was like billowing thunder, passing thunder against the river."what is that!"Someone on the bridge screamed and saw a layer of pitch black floating on the


    surface of the river in the distance.That piece of black flows along the river, creeping up and down,Even just looking at it from a distance can make people feel an extremely


    strong visual impact, and a sense of discomfort rises from the internal


    organs."That is..."The flower girl involuntarily fought a cold war,As the distance gets closer, the black on the river surface gets higher and


    thicker,Like waves that keep pushing up,It is higher than the minarets and buildings on both sides of the strait.Everyone on the bridge finally saw things on the river clearly--It''s endless, handsless tadpoles with black face,They are densely spread on the water, squeezed together, waving their arms


    unconsciously, ups and downs with the current."Wow!"The human-faced tadpoles slapped the river and each other, sniffed the rich


    vitality on the shore, and made sharp babies crying.All the sounds were superimposed on top of the sky, deafening, overwhelming


    the screaming and crying of mortals on both sides of the riverbank.Blood, life, soul, killing,The tadpole monsters could not restrain the throbbing in the depths of their


    souls~~ trampling on each other, waiting for the wave to fall,


    re-shooting them to the shore, to slaughter the panicked people of Chenzhou."I have to say, it''s spectacular."Wanli Fengdao sighed sincerely, and his lazy eyes instantly became fierce.With the long sword in his hand, he flicked the eaves of the bridge in the


    air, and stepped on the soles of his feet. The whole person jumped off the


    bridge and swooped down toward the river.He did not hit the river,At the moment of crashing into the water, a platform made of green vines rose


    from the bottom of the slightly turbid Lingshui River, which steadily carried


    him."It''s too long without drawing a sword to chop something,"Wanli Fengdao slowly straightened up, holding the hilt of the sword, with the


    blade pointed at the mighty wave ahead, with a grim expression, and muttered:


    "I will forget that I am a swordsman..."Please remember the domain name of the book’s first publication:. 4Fiction


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