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Wen Jinglei narrowed his eyes and began to sneer: "Yo, yo, who am I? Isn't this the majestic Lord of the North Penalty? I didn't go to the North Penalty to trouble you, but you sent me to my door. What? Supernatural powers How did the vast Nanyang damage such a virtue?"

"Sect master, I haven't had time to tell you in the future, the young master... has been adopted by Beifei all these years, and her personal master is... Nan Yang." Miao Shan really didn't expect Nan Yang to be there. When it appeared at this time, she shook her head with a headache.

"What?!" Wen Jinglei gritted his teeth, looked at Nan Yang coldly, and put his hands on Qing Huan's shoulders even tighter, "Bei Punishment is really despicable and shameless! Slaughtered my whole family and kidnapped my child, no wonder what happened to me in the past 14 years I can't find it. Huh, Nan Yang, seeing you lingering, you still dare to appear in front of me, so don't blame me..."

"Qing Huan," Nan Yang interrupted Wen Jinglei, his eyes just stared at Qing Huan, but Qing Huan looked at the ground lightly, trying to hold back the tears in his eyes, not daring to look at Nan Yang, " Qing Huan, don't trust him, don't go with him."

"Nan Yang, why do you still have the face to appear in front of her? You touch your conscience and say, did you and your senior brothers personally kill everyone in the Tian Falcon Sect, including her mother, 14 years ago! She is her enemy, she has a blood feud with you, how dare you stop her from coming with me!" Wen Jinglei sneered and waved the big knife in his hand, pointing it at Nanyang, "Miao Shan, kill her for me !"

"...Yes, sect master." Miao Shan had no choice but to accept the order.It seems that the Lord has never said that Nan Yang cannot be killed... She pulled out a pair of short-handled seedling knives from the back of her waist, and the pair of blades gently rubbed against each other, making a piercing cold soldier's voice, and she couldn't stand upright slowly. Nan Yang walked over.

Nan Yang couldn't support his extremely weak body, so he knelt down on one knee while leaning on Luoshuang, clutching his side and coughing continuously: "Ahem...cough cough...Qing Huan, I...I didn't...I didn't kill you on purpose. I didn't know it was you who killed your family, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Qing Huan raised her eyes to look at Nan Yang, Nan Yang's embarrassment deeply hurt her eyes, she raised her hand to remove Wen Jinglei's hand from her shoulder, bit her lip and walked forward step by step, holding Looking at Miao Shan who was holding a seedling knife, he hesitated and said, "So...you really killed...my mother, and...and me when I was three years old?"

"I don't know... At that time, there were too many people who died in the Sky Falcon Cult. I didn't pay attention at all... Sorry, I didn't know, I didn't know it was you. If I knew, I would definitely not...cough cough ... Uh..." Nan Yang's tone was flustered, she was terrified in her heart, and she stumbled in explaining, speaking too quickly caused a surge of true energy, and she bent down and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Almost without thinking, Qing Huan pushed Miao Shan away, stepped forward and squatted down to support Nan Yang: "Master, Master, are you hurt badly? Are you in pain?"

Nan Yang raised her eyes slightly, and looked at Qing Huan who was close at hand with difficulty. In a trance, the face of the child she and Cang Min had met on the road 14 years ago slowly overlapped with her, with dark and bright eyes, and That gaze that always depends on nostalgia when looking at her.Nan Yang slowly raised his hand to gently touch Qing Huan's face, then put his arms around her neck, and gently wrapped her in his arms.

"Qinghuan...don't leave me..." Nan Yang whispered in Qinghuan's ear with a very soft voice, "A few hours ago, didn't you just say that you want to marry me... Let's go back and arrange Xitang, and then, ahem...just pay respects...cough cough..."

Qing Huan struggled with the hand hanging by her side for a long time, but finally gave up and hugged Nan Yang back.She buried her face in Nan Yang's shoulder filled with the smell of blood, and wept silently.

Miao Shan said to Wen Jinglei: "Sect Master, I think Nan Yang's injuries are severe enough, and I also found an opportunity to cast the Underworld Gu on her before. Without us doing it, she can't survive at all. Let her Wouldn't it be more satisfying to be tortured to death by the Netherworld Gu? It's more important to take the young master back now."

"Neitherworld Gu...? Are you sure she has been hit by the Underworld Gu?" Wen Jinglei asked with a frown.

"Subordinate to confirm."

"...Let me think about it." Wen Jinglei was noncommittal, then looked at Qing Huan, and softened his voice: "Yu Luo, come back to me quickly, I will take you home."

go home……

Qing Huan sniffed, stared dully at a certain point of nothingness, and said: "Then you have to promise me, don't kill her."

Wen Jinglei suddenly became angry: "I told you clearly what happened back then, but you still defend this mother-killing enemy!"

"...Don't kill her, I'll go back with you." Qing Huan compromised.

Nan Yang raised his eyes to Wen Jinglei, and said coldly: "Wen Jinglei, you don't want to take her away, as long as I don't die today, I won't let her go!"

"Hmph, you can let it go?" Enraged by Nan Yang, Wen Jinglei picked up the long knife in his hand and threw it at Nan Yang viciously.

"Ding--"

The long knife was cut off by another unfamiliar long sword halfway, and the two soldiers collided with each other, making a crisp sound. After a few turns in the air, the knife and the sword were firmly nailed into the soft soil with a sharp sound of piercing through the air. noodle.

"Tsk, I didn't expect the dignified Burning Heaven Clan sect master to be a villain who takes advantage of others."

A warm and pleasant male voice sounded, and several people looked at the place where the voice came from.I saw Rong Huai dressed in white, with a calm and elegant demeanor, he flew over unhurriedly with his lightness kung fu, with his hands behind his back, he walked a few steps to his long sword, pulled out his sword with one hand and held it in his hand I picked up a sword flower.

"Heh, here comes another one. What are you guys doing all the way to Lingqiu Mountain instead of staying on Beifei Mountain?" Wen Jinglei raised his chin calmly and put his hands behind his back.

"My nephew and I were going out, and I didn't want my son to be robbed by a mysterious group of people halfway. I followed the clues to find him, and found Lingqiu Mountain all the way through the Valley of Flowers. After many years, I can still see him here. It's really a blessing to hear about the head of the sect." Rong Huai smiled very gentle, with an awe-inspiring gentleman's demeanor, and his tone and posture were full of humility.

"Uncle Rong Huai..." Qing Huan murmured.

"Xiao Qinghuan is here too. This is... huh? Nan Yang?" Rong Huai had a little difficulty identifying the identity of the person who was almost soaked in blood. He immediately became serious and approached Qing Huan and Nan Yang , stuck out his index finger and middle finger to Nan Yang's neck, "Such a serious injury... needs to be healed immediately."

"Why, Master Ronghuai doesn't want to catch up with the sect master, is he leaving now?" Wen Jinglei sneered.

"Master Wen, your plan has not been achieved, and it is better to act cautiously in the Central Plains. You don't want to provoke the Northern Punishment early and cause unwarranted disasters, do you? You should wait for the Northern Punishment to seek revenge after the power is perfected." Rong Huai's tone remained the same. Modesty and polite, but on the point, smiling at Wen Jinglei.

"Honorable Master Ronghuai, the master of this sect admires you very much, and I hope to have the opportunity to learn from you again in the future." Wen Jinglei sighed.

Rong Huai helped Nan Yang up, took out the elixir and fed her first, while continuing to laugh and said: "Master Wen said 'appreciate', I am not suitable, as if I am your junior. Don't you, Master Wen?" Forget, I have lived for more than 100 years."

"Master, how is Master's injury?" Qing Huan asked softly.

Rong Huai also lowered his voice: "It's very serious, the internal organs have been damaged, I have to take her away immediately."

"...Will you die?" Qing Huan's voice trembled.

"Don't worry, not for the time being, your master is well-rounded. Let's go first, don't waste time with him."

Nan Yang didn't have much strength anymore, she barely stood, holding Qing Huan's hand tightly, as if all the strength of her whole body was in this hand.

Qing Huan closed her eyes hard, and tried to muster up the courage to say: "You... you go, I... I won't go."

"...Are you going to leave me?" Nan Yang stared at Qing Huan closely, her tone suddenly became indifferent, just like she did most of the time on weekdays, without any emotion.

Qing Huan sniffed, and didn't dare to say another word with Nan Yang, but said to Rong Huai: "Senior brother is in the main room of this mausoleum, and his life is not in danger. After the uncle settles down the master, he can come to pick him up." Brother."

Rong Huai looked down at Nan Yang and sighed: "Qing Huan, you have your own reasons. I have always followed the sky and never disobeyed the sky. When things should happen, let them happen. You have to stay If you want to go back to the North Penalty one day, the North Penalty welcomes you."

welcome? ...will never be welcome again.

Qing Huan chuckled, raised her fingers tremblingly, touched the inside of her skirt, and slowly pulled out the black rope.

She took off the Liuyu hanging around her neck with one hand and put it in Nan Yang's hands.He untied the Phoenix Feather Sword from his waist and threw it on the ground beside him.

This meaning is so obvious that it is ironic.

The corners of Nan Yang's lips were curved upwards in a rare way. Even under the stain of blood, that face was still beautiful and delicate, and every line was born just right.

She grabbed Qing Huan's collar with blood-stained hands, brought her in front of her eyes, then turned her face and whispered in her ear:

"You don't want me?"

Qing Huan burst into tears uncontrollably, and the tears kept sliding down her cheeks, like an endless ocean.

"I don't know...Master, tell me, personal relationship and morality, lover and relative, how should I choose? How should I choose?...Master, I hope that we will never meet each other in the future. You don't have to face your sword."

"...Tell me, don't you want me?" Nan Yang repeated woodenly.She turned her eyes slightly to look at Qing Huan's earlobe and chin, and there was a piece of ice in her eyes.

Qing Huan's jaw kept trembling, and faint crying came faintly.

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——"Master, no matter how many years I live, I will be where you are. If you are in the clouds, I will chase you to the clouds; if you are in hell, I will follow you to hell. If you don't want me, I will follow you Waiting for you where you are until you come back."

——"...Silly boy, what if I don't come back?"

——"Then wait until you die."

Then if I waited for you until I died, would you come back?