MTL - Chronicles of Heaven-Chapter 7 Old iron

It is surrounded by black fog.

A warm red light hangs from the illusory day above the head and shines on the young witch iron.

A childish witch gold and witch silver wiped the sweat from his face, and they watched the swings that they had been busy for three days and set up between the two stalagmites.

Wu Tong took Wu Wu and placed him on a swing.

Wu Jin smiled and pushed the swing.

The swing is high.

Wu Tie is afraid and happy again, and the clear laughter is far-reaching and far-reaching...

Wu Tongying looked at the swing and looked at it very hard. He snorted: "Which, it's all children's stuff... I'm a witch... No, I'm a long-lived, but an adult... Play this little kid's stuff."

The witch battled a large snake with a thick bowl and walked into the warm red light from the black mist.

He smiled and looked at a group of four sons, patted the snake that was still creeping on his shoulder: "Wait a minute, drink a snake soup..."

Wu Jin, Wu Yin, Wu Tong, and Wu Tie also laughed loudly.

The laughter stopped abruptly, surrounded by dark fog, countless white faces, swollen faces, and a face full of **** sputum suddenly popped out.

The overlapping faces were squeezed toward the Witch Iron.

The witch war disappeared.

Wu Jin disappeared.

Wu Yin disappeared.

The witch copper disappeared.

Witch iron made a crying cry, and twitched and woke up.

"Oh... my brother..." Wu Tie screamed, and the indescribable heartache struck, and the heartache crushed the fear of the heart.

Cry and cry, Wu Tie tears in confusion, staring at the object that just stunned him.

A whole body is white and white, almost white can brighten people's eyes, white miserable with a sigh of gimmicks, eyes blinking with faint blood, lying slantingly lying next to Wu Tie, straight hook Hooking at him.

On the high rock dome, countless luminous gems radiate bright light.

The surface of the white enamel is very clean. It has just been kicked out of the earthen bag by Wu Tie. The surface is not contaminated with any dust or sand, and there is no trace of dirt attached to it.

Such a smooth surface is not reflective.

The bright light of the luminous gems is on the day, and the white scorpion seems to swallow all the light. Wu Tie stared at the white cockroach for a long time. There is actually an illusion that the **** is painted black.

In this strange wonderland, Wu Tie, who was physically and mentally exhausted, saw this gimmick and was suddenly fainted.

In his dreams, he repeated the pain of losing his father and brother, losing his family, and the heart and soul of the witch iron. At this moment, he forgot his fear.

Wu Tie cried and wept and soaked.

The white slanted down on the ground, the red scorpion turned up and down, and carefully looked at the witch iron.

Wu iron could not be seen by the naked eye, and there was a very fine light in the white eyelids, which was swept over and over again on his body.

"Oh, dying?" The white cockroach suddenly made a stiff, cold voice.

"Yeah!" Wu Tie twitched and nodded.

"My brother is also dead?" The white jaw's chin joint did not move at all, nor did he know how he made a sound.

"Yeah!" Wu Tie nodded again.

"Give my grandfather my righteousness." The white scorpion's scorpion suddenly lit up. Two **** thorns streaked the eye of the witch, and he succumbed to the side.

"Where, my grandfather, I am right, what are you crying?" Bai Hao snorted: "My grandfather, I am not mistaken, you are a man... a man."

Wu Tie opened his mouth.

"Men's kind of thing can only bleed, and a tear can't flow." White screamed: "Once the tears are gone, the bones are soft..."

Wu Tie stopped crying.

There seemed to be a witch battle and three brothers in front of him.

He seems to have heard the snoring after the witch fights in the sand on the school ground.

Wu Jin huddled in the sand and painfully smashed, and the witch wars bent over and looked down on Wu Jin in the big shack.

"Stand up, Wu Jin... You are a man... stand up!"

"Get up, give me a straight stand!"

"Remember, unless you die, if you have broken the backbone, you have to stand up straight!"

"No matter who the opponent is."

"In short, remember, stand up straight at any time, anywhere!"

Wu Tie bit his teeth, rubbed his hands on his face and wiped away the tear marks on his face.

Wu Jin, who was always standing upright when he was taught by the witches, was kneeling in front of the enemy for his waste brother.

Wu Tie struggled to stand up, flashing the appearance of the witch in front of his eyes, very hard to straighten the waist, biting his teeth and staring at the strange white.

Standing straight, Wu Tiecai discovered that this piece of white cockroaches that was kicked out of his bag by the body but not contaminated with a trace of dirt, he is three times the size of a normal person's head.

And his shape is a little weird, his back of the head bulging backwards and the old one, the streamlined appearance is full of an indescribable beauty.

"Don't you cry?" White screamed: "I will correct my grandfather!"

Witch iron swallowed, he bent down and carefully grasped the day.

The tentacles are cold.

This white enamel is made of metal.

"Hey?" Wu Tie looked at the white horror.

"A big fuss." Bai Hao continued to squat.

Wu Tie closed his mouth and held his hands in his hands. The whole body was made of metal, and there were three heads of normal people. Wu Tie doubted whether he could hold it.

The day was unexpectedly light, and Wu Tie took him up without much effort.

The excessively fierce Wu Tie even leaned back and almost did not flash his waist. He walked two steps in a wolf, and stepped on a slippery moss. He almost fell to the ground with a skull. It was easy. Only stabilized.

"Ha." White screamed stiffly: "I want to praise you for being infinitely powerful and flexible?"

Wu Tie's inexplicable cheeks are hot. He is holding a white scorpion and looking for a small earth bag to put his end on it.

Standing in front of the white scorpion, Wu Ting bit his teeth and said: "I don't cry."

In this vast and diverse environment, Wu Tie inexplicably got a little closer to this strange white.

How to say, Wu Tie also has the guts to clean the head.

This white pheasant is better than the **** dead man's head.

And the head of the dead can't talk, and this white can not only speak, he even teaches people.

A teenager, a strange white metal hoe, big eyes and small eyes looked at each other for a while, and the white cockroaches suddenly opened: "I just cried so sad, died the whole family?"

Witch iron heart cramps, and there was hot air in his eyes.

Resist the urge to cry, Wu Tie inexplicably thought of what the witch war had said.

"No, I don't have... Mother, and little girl... I don't know where they are... but they must be alive..."

"Which, anyway, you and your brother are dead, is it different from the death of the whole family?" Bai Hao was very stiff and had a knife in the heart of Wu Tie.

Wu Tie was stiff and stiff, and he was so tired that his stomach became empty. The hunger struck, and the whole body was soft and soft. The words of the white scorpion made the last little bit of enthusiasm completely dissipated.

Every corner of the body is filled with sorrow and fear, and exhaustion almost drains every cell of his.

There was a blank in the brain, and the eyes of Wu Tie turned white and the body fell backwards.

This fall... Wu Tie may never wake up again and can no longer climb.

"Revenge." Two white red scorpions suddenly lit up, and the stiff, cold metal sound was like a sharp knife, and it was in his heart.

"The killing of the enemy is not to wear the sky, men, it should be clear."

"He can kill your father and brother, you should kill his family."

"The killing of the father has not been reported yet, boy, you are not even qualified to die!"

There is a hot, crazy heat rushing up in my heart, and the exhausted body is full of fanatic power.

"revenge!"

Wu Tiesheng screamed exhaustedly.

‘Revenge’, he is no stranger to this word.

"I want revenge!"

"but……"

Two lines of reddish blood and tears flowed from the corner of the eye. Wu Tie looked at the white scream: "I can't cultivate... How can I take revenge?"

The white-eyed eyelids flashed, and he looked at Wu Tie up and down. After a while, he whispered: "I can make you cultivate... You can't cultivate? Oh, everything can be sanctified, nothing more than speed, sooner or later. ......"

"You can't cultivate?"

"Anyone who said this is an idiot?"

Wu Tie jerked out his left hand and held the white scorpion, and then a punch hit his face.

A muffled sound, Wu Tie's right fist skin opened, and some blood slipped down the smooth surface of the white, and did not leave a trace on the white face.

"Idiot." Bai Yan sneered: "I am made of metal, you are the flesh and blood... Why do you use your own fist? Will you not find a stone?"

Wu Tie suddenly realized that he bent down and picked up a fist-sized stone at his feet and slammed it on the white skull.

"Say I can't cultivate... It's me!" Wu Tie slammed with stones and screamed hysterically.

"Grandpa, I am really a mouthful..." Bai Hao’s eyes flashed: "But it’s good to get used to it... I used to get used to it."

After smashing more than a hundred, the smooth surface of the white enamel did not leave any traces, but the stone was smashed.

Wu Tie sat down on the ground, panting and pulling a snake from his waist, biting his mouth. A few mouthfuls of snake meat into the abdomen, a hint of warmth from the belly, he gradually recovered a bit of strength.

While biting the snake, the **** eyes of the witch and the iron are staring at the white beast like a beast: "You, can I practice?"

"Listen to me, I can let you cultivate..." Bai said: "And, can make you revenge..."

Wu Tie quickly smashed a piece of snake meat. He stood up with his teeth and stared at the white cockroach: "How?"

The white eyes are bright: "Try me first... Now, what year is it?"

"Which year, what month?" Wu Tie looked at the white sly.

"Year of the year? Calendar? Or, something similar." The bright doubles of the white light faded: "Grandpa, I remember the time before... but I haven't touched the living person for too long... Little doll, you can understand, what is called? Desperate?"

Wu Tie opened his mouth and silenced for a long while. He nodded hard.

despair?

Despair is not to watch your father dying in a thunderstorm?

despair?

Despair is not just watching your brother’s brother being killed on the spot by the enemy?

despair?

Despair is not... Your elder brother is kneeling in front of the enemy, pleading for the enemy to let go of himself, but he has no resistance?

"Understand!" Wu Tie is very difficult to spit out a word.

"Grandpa, I used to be desperate, it must be 10,000 times yours. It is a kind of desperation that you can't imagine." Bai Hao suddenly sighed with a sigh: "But, really good, now Grandpa, I suddenly There is an infinite power."

"Really, what do you say about this nonsense with your little doll?" The voice of Bai Yu suddenly became extremely high and powerful, and his voice was as if the two swords were colliding with each other: "Come, now, hold me, listen." I command!"

"But, I really don't know... what calendar, what calendar... the Master did not teach." After Wu Tie went to the white brain, he picked him up with both hands.

A few translucent hoses fell out of the broken neck of the white scorpion, swaying and swaying the wrist of Wu Tie.

"Looking at that direction... the direction with a little red light, yes, come, take your legs and stride!"

The voice of the day is full of power.

"Little guy, go up, one two one...one two one...one two one..."

"Tighten your waist, raise your head, keep your legs straight, pay attention to your breathing rate, and follow my grandpa's tempo."

"One two one, one two one, one two one..."

There are three sizes of normal human heads, and the iron and iron are thin. He is not tall at the age of eleven. Holding a white horse is like a small mouse holding a big egg. It is very difficult.

Although the day is not heavy, Wu Tie does not have much strength.

Plus the ground is slippery, full of thick moss, densely covered with all kinds of weird vines, not far away, Wu Tie fell several times.

But Bai's ‘one-two one’s voice is full of a strange power. Witch iron always stands up and holds him and continues to move in the direction he is pointing.

Fortunately, the texture of the white enamel is special. Wu Tie has thrown him to the ground several times. When he is picked up, the white enamel is still clean and does not stain the dirt.

"One two one, one two one, ah, boy, walked a bit like... you called the name?" The blood of the white scorpion flashed, and a very thin red light suddenly flashed, dozens of steps, In the place where Wu Tie could not see, a poisonous snake that was rushing to swim was divided into dozens of segments.

"Wu Tie." Wu Tie gasped: "Wu Taiping... What about you?"

"Wu Tie? The name is not bad, the man will be as hard as the iron!" Bai said: "However, Wu Taiping? 'No peace'... Who started this word? Unlucky..."

Wu Tie’s face was pulled down.

Bai Hao laughed and said: "Hey, hey, Grandpa, my mouth, it’s really embarrassing... I’m just used to it, I’m used to it...”

The blood in the scorpion flickered, and the numerous thin nets that were invisible to the naked eye were swept in all directions, covering a range of 100 meters.

"Wu Tie, Wu Tie, my grandfather, I will call you a small iron, look close, intimate!"

"As for my grandfather my name... you can call me... old iron!"

"Old iron?" Wu Tie felt that the name was a bit perfunctory.

"Of course, the old iron ... did not see me all over the body is a shovel? Really worthy!"

After a few laughs, the old iron said: "Persevere, one two one, one two one... take another two kilometers and rest."

"At the same time, start practicing!"