[Thunderbolt] Wandering without a home, where to return

Yuan Wuxiang's heart sank, and he just smiled, "Do you know who is that person who claims to be able to break the Nine Suns Sword Art?"

"It must be a young man to have such ambition."

"Ha." With a smirk, Yuan Wuxiang said: "That person calls himself Wangsu He Wuhuai, he hides his head and reveals his tail to cover up his true face, and he doesn't know how to blame a hero. What kind of world do you think this Wangsu has forgotten?"

The guilty hero suddenly suffocated, Yuan Wuxiang never targeted indiscriminately, the sneer just now was enough to explain the problem, but he couldn't confess anything, he could only be silent.

"It really is...Ge Xianchuan?"

Following Ge Xianchuan's three words, the guilty hero clearly saw a horrifying whirlwind suddenly gathered above Yuan Wuxiang's head, and he was also covered in cold sweat by the sudden coercion.

"Original no hometown!"

The third voice that appeared out of nowhere chanted the three words 'Original No Homeland' as if it could undo the curse of imprisonment, and the chilling aura oppressed by the murderous air within ten miles disappeared in an instant, and the guilt of guilt disappeared. At the moment when the pressure was released, the hero also took several breaths of air to ease the feeling that his chest was oppressed as if it was about to shatter.

With a low curse in his heart, it was enough for Yuan Wuxiang not to hold his forehead, why now as long as he moves a little, Tired Shoutian will suddenly appear?

Having no time to care about the guilty hero and Ge Xianchuan, Yuan Wuxiang stretched his hands to show his innocence to Tired Shoutian who had already walked in front of him, and then explained: "I brought Xun Xing out to see Lun Jian Hai's Sword Judgment Conference."

"Looking for a trace?" Tired Shoutian quietly looked at Yuan Wuxiang, and asked two words indifferently.

"Cough cough, Xun Zong is still watching the Sword Judging Conference in Lun Jianhai. I suddenly remembered that I haven't seen my old friend for a long time, so I came out first."

"Will this state be needed to accompany Mo Xunzong to watch Lunjian?" Yuan Wuxiang asked again in a calm voice.

Couldn't help laughing, Yuan Wuxiang muttered in a low voice: "Isn't it slower to walk..." If he really walked, the corpse of the guilty hero probably doesn't know where to go now.

"I haven't seen my old friend for a long time, so you are so excited to condense your soul power vortex?" It was rare, Tired Shoutian said a cold joke that couldn't be colder.

Although he still had that calm expression, Yuan Wuxiang could clearly see two clusters of anger from Tired Shoutian's seemingly calm eyes.

"It was my fault."

While Yuan Wuxiang was still racking his brains to figure out how to fool around, the guilty hero stepped forward to rescue Yuan Wuxiang, and temporarily attracted Tired Shoutian's attention by the way.

"Long time no see, guilty hero." Temporarily suppressing his anger towards Yuan Wuxiang, Tired Shoutian greeted the guilty hero.

"Yeah..." The guilty hero looked at Tired Shoutian, feeling quite emotional.

"Please forgive Juan Shoutian for not wanting to talk about the past at this moment." After finishing speaking, Tired Shoutian glanced at Yuan Wuxiang, who was smiling gently and helplessly, and said bluntly to the guilty hero: "What were you talking about just now that caused Yuan Wuxiang to almost lose control?"

Out of control... The guilty hero shuddered again when he thought of the terrifying coercion just now and the manifested soul storm figure, and then he met Yuan Wuxiang's expressionless eyes.

"Yuan Wuxiang, I won't persecute you, but you can't stop my exploration." Tired Shoutian blocked the eyes of Yuan Wuxiang and the guilty hero for the first time: "Guilty hero, tell me, just now Why is Homelessness getting out of control?"

He couldn't see the gaze that had made his hair stand on end just for a moment, but the guilty hero still showed a little restlessness on his face like a thorn on his back, and he didn't utter a word for a long time.

"Don't embarrass the hero."

"Embarrassment?" Tired Shoutian was stunned, and then realized that he was indeed embarrassing others. He turned his head to look at Yuan Wuxiang behind him. Tired Shoutian closed his eyes and turned back to focus on the guilty hero. He was indeed It's embarrassing to blame the hero, but so what, now as long as the matter is in charge of the original, there is no place for him to be negligent. He can't afford the price of negligence, but he is reluctant to persecute this person, so he can only wrong others. Even if he feels guilty, he will never back down.

Seeing Tired Shoutian approaching the guilty hero again, Yuan Wuxiang was both happy and worried, and finally stepped forward and said softly: "Don't be embarrassed, it just got out of control because we talked about Ge Xianchuan."

The word Ge Xianchuan is also a dull pain in Tired Shoutian's heart. If it weren't for Ge Xianchuan, he would not have killed Nan Xiuzhen, and Yuan Wuxiang would not have forcibly removed the silver dart Xuanjie or even abolished his dantian in order to protect him. .

Just like a guilty hero, Tired Shoutian's muscles suddenly froze and he looked towards Yuan Wuxiang, but saw a cold sarcasm creeping up the corner of his smiling mouth unknowingly under his gentle smile.

"There is no country in the past, and the dead are gone." As soon as the words were uttered, the tired man realized how difficult his voice was. His difficulty was not because Ge Xianchuan's death was a taboo topic that could not be mentioned, but because the moment filled his body. bitter breath.

"Words are true and deeds only depend on people. The world is dangerous, the world is dangerous, and the hero is guilty, what do you think?"

Until now, the guilty hero has been absolutely certain that Yuan Wuxiang already knew the truth about Ge Xianchuan. Finally, he let out a deep breath and replied: "People's hearts are sinister, that's how it is."

Tired Shoutian's face turned pale. Although these plausible words were not clearly stated, they revealed another important message that he could understand as long as he was willing to think about it——Ge Xianchuan is not dead!

"Ge Xianchuan is not dead?" A more difficult voice than before overflowed from Juan Shoutian's mouth. Although it was a question, Juan Shoutian had already determined in his heart that Ge Xianchuan was indeed not dead.

"How can a person who loves power and position be willing to commit suicide? This is just a situation where you are the sword and you are the shield."

He did not touch Tired Harvest, who knew the truth at this time and seemed a little fragile. Yuan Wuxiang stood in place and his gentle voice changed like a cold spring, cooling all the emotions of Tired Harvest.

"You always knew that Ge Xianchuan was not dead? Is that why you suddenly changed your name and disappeared?" Tired Shoutian's sharp eyes instantly shot at the guilty hero, as if evaluating.

"Guilty hero, you go away, as if today's events never happened, I believe you have your own measure of what to do." The truth already known made Yuan Wuxiang side with the guilty hero, Ge The evil that Xianchuan did, they will accept it. As for the accomplices... Look at the people who are not discouraged today, even if they don't pursue it, the suffering in this person's heart has never stopped, otherwise he would not have found the soul. Frost wanted to die.

"I understand." The guilty hero's heavy expression suddenly seemed relieved: "I will do one last thing for him, and I will have nothing to do with him after that, please."

Watching the guilty hero leave, Tired Shoutian narrowed his eyes and looked at Yuan Wuxiang: "Now, should you go back?"

Yuan Wuxiang was stunned. He thought that Tired Shoutian would pursue Ge Xianchuan's matter, but he never thought that the first thing he cared about was his own body. The cold look on his face instantly became warmer because of Ge Xianchuan's matter. Yuan Wuxiang was in a great mood Hao took Tired Shoutian's hand: "Then please ask my friend to escort me."

Seeing that he was holding Yuan Wuxiang in the form of a soul in one hand, Tired Shoutian's already softened face lost a little bit of displeasure but his worry remained undiminished, his eyes dimmed, and Tired Shoutian took Yuan Wuxiang back to the misty rain and setting sun.

"how?"

Yuan Wuxiang, who had returned to his physical body under the eyes of Tired Shoutian, couldn't help but smile when he heard him asking himself this eagerly: "I'm fine."

"Yuan Wuxiang, don't get out of your body in the future."

Knowing that he was tired, he was afraid that someone with a heart would take the opportunity to destroy his physical body or even his soul when his soul was out of his body, and there would be problems directly. Yuan Wuxiang hurriedly comforted him: "Don't worry, I have my own measure."

Tired Shoutian's muscles suddenly tensed up, but they relaxed before Yuan Wuxiang could notice, but a few strands of dark color leaked out of his clear eyes, and Yuan Wuxiang looked straight at him, and Yuan Wuxiang remained calm. I had no choice but to hold my tired hand and slid through his veins again as if inadvertently.

"I believe in you." With a backhand, the five fingers of Tired Shoutian clasped Yuan Wuxiang's five fingers tightly in an attitude that could not be refused, but the expression on his face was very indifferent.

Glancing at the hands with intertwined fingers, Yuan Wuxiang's surprise almost flooded his face. Recently, Tired Shoutian's behavior towards him has become more and more intimate. The method of holding hands between...

Seeing the thoughtful look in Yuan Wuxiang's eyes, Tired Shoutian didn't let go of the hand that was tightly held between his fingers.

Tired Shoutian is not the kind of person who is more rational than the sky, but Yuan Wuxiang's calmness has been carved into his bones and blood when he once again stood in Nanzong, although this calmness has gone far beyond the normal range , from an outsider's point of view, I'm afraid it would be more appropriate to use the word harsh.

Yuan Wuxiang strictly restrains his actions, thoughts and even feelings, but he indulges Tired Shoutian infinitely, just like now, he cruelly restrains himself not to approach or seek, but he He indulged Tired Shoutian's approach again, even though the feelings in his heart were almost gushing out like magma because of this approach, he still tightly sealed the channel that was about to vent with a thick layer of ice. crater.

"If you don't believe me, probably no one in this world is easy to believe." Forcibly suppressing the agitation in his heart that Tired Shoutian suspected of responding to himself, he smiled like a yuppie.

"Heartless." Seeing Yuan Wuxiang smiling so coldly on Tired Shoutian's mouth, he laughed at himself, maybe the heartless one was not Yuan Wuxiang but himself...

The author has something to say:

I seem to have finally got rid of the shadow of a cold...the thing about catching a cold because I didn't cover the quilt at night...hehehe~