Old state

If you want to find it, you need to have a direction. Obviously, it is a thousand miles away from the time when you were ashamed, and after so many days, where can you find it?

Gu Ziyan looked at Zuo Yan's smirking face, wishing to use the eighteen martial arts learned since childhood to beat up that man severely.

Fortunately, Xu Shi knew about the bad luck that the sixth brother was about to face. Even if Yang Zigui appeared, he would be spared the pain of flesh and blood.

He was still the same old, never changed Tsing Yi, covered with beautiful patterns, waving his folding fan, with a lazy smile on his face.

It's just that this time the smile is a little brighter, as if the sun is shining extraordinarily brightly on a sunny day after the rain.

Gu Ziyan was startled, he hadn't seen him like this for a long time.

Ever since that child disappeared, he never had such a simple smile.

She silently cast her eyes on the person behind Yang Zigui.

The man was dressed in white, looked 23 or [-] years old, and had a beautiful face, like a painting drawn by the most powerful painter with the brightest colors.

However, even with such a beautiful face, it makes people feel chills, and they dare not take a second look.

His eyes are dark and deep, as if the coldness of thousands of years has been deposited, like an ancient well that has not been melted for thousands of years, cold and indifferent, and it seems that the feelings of the world cannot be infected by the slightest bit, and these people are clearly reflected in his eyes. But all these people are like ants in his eyes.

His whole person does not belong to the world, he obviously has the temperament of a banishing immortal, but he has the indifference of a devil.

Who is this guy?

There is no doubt that he is extremely dangerous.

Gu Ziyan tensed up unconsciously, showing a vague defensive posture.

The person in white on the opposite side is Guixu, or Yang Caiqiong.

He met Yang Zigui at the gate of the city. This scene was planned by him a long time ago, but what surprised him was that the person who saw him running fast a few days ago actually took the initiative to talk to him. Still treat him as that childish child.

After less than four years, he is still a child. If it wasn't for that magic fruit, he wouldn't be in his 20s now.

However, in his own heart, he always felt that he was just a child before, but now he is an adult.

No wonder, we feel the same way, don’t we?

What's more, what this "child" who is only 11 years old has experienced in the past four years is cruelty and struggle that ordinary people can't imagine.

He has indeed become stronger again, whether it is his own strength or the power he can control, it has far exceeded the imagination of these people.

So Gu Ziyan should be afraid. After all, he is no longer a mortal; but he is not a savior. Get everything, but because of his way.

His way, Yang Zigui.

He never thought of giving up on this person beside him. He believed, blindly and without reason, that no matter what he did, his master was waiting for him where he was and would not leave him.

The reality is indeed like this, even if the master ran away without saying a word, when he met him again, he would still talk to him with a smile, and even take the initiative to invite him to his sphere of influence, the Wushuang Hall.

He is still willing to believe in Yang Zigui, even if there are all kinds of doubts, he is still willing to believe in him, believe in him.

believe him.

And his master, his uncle, did not live up to his trust.

Even after that short fight, Yang Zigui left without saying a word, he was not afraid.

Sure enough, after waiting at the gate of the city for a few days, he finally heard what the uncle had said to him on his own initiative.

Guixu stared blankly at the blue back in front of him with joy.

This is his way.

He has been supporting him until today, and it is this figure, this person.

Yang Zigui didn't know that the child he met by chance on the road had so many thoughts, although taking him back to the Wushuang Hall was just a decision of obedience, but since the child has already returned, it's okay to just leave it to him in the Wushuang Hall.

Yang Zigui shook his fan with a smile, his face was unhurried, but in his heart he couldn't wait to sit still.This is not his mood, but the mood of Ping Yi, which belongs to that ball of memory.

Ever since meeting Patriarch at the gate of the city, Ping Yi has always been in this mood.

Even Yang Zigui could feel that Pingyi was urging him, urging him to make a decision that would change his life.

He felt that he was very contradictory now, and his mood was also infected by Pingyi's urgency. He wanted to do something, but he still kept his rationality and told him that he couldn't follow that mood, because Pingyi was very dangerous. It is very dangerous, if he wants to keep himself, he had better go against his mind, in order to keep the sanity that belongs to "Yang Zigui".

How to choose?

Fate has separated two huge forks here. If he can really obey his own will, he may be able to avoid the subsequent suffering, and he may be able to protect himself in this chaotic situation, so as not to end up in the future.

He also wouldn't know the things that made him extremely sad, and even cracked his mind.

This is the last tenderness Tiandao left for him. The Demon God can transcend the Heavenly Dao, but he cannot defy the sky.

No one can go against the future direction of Heaven.

If he really chose another path, he might be able to save it.

But now everyone in this underground palace doesn't know what kind of fate they will have in the future, and the future of the entire continent. The way of heaven faintly outlines the picture of the future, and everyone has their own position, except for the Demon God.

The wind blows from the faint.