[Thunderbolt] Wandering without a home, where to return

Yuan Wuxiang, who stepped on the lake and star waves for a while, seemed to be very leisurely in the misty rain and setting sun these days, until the day when the array set outside was suddenly activated.

Yuan Wuxiang rubbed the rim of the teacup in his hand and didn't move, but Mo Xunxing stopped his sword practice and his face was tense.

"Recently, I don't know if the fortune is too low. Now, any cat or dog dares to come to the misty rain and the setting sun."

Instead of scolding Mo Xunzong for his rudeness, Yuan Wuxiang just smiled: "That's not a cat or a dog, it's the Yaxi from the last session of the Sword Sea."

"Is it a big name?"

"It's really big, and many sword masters have left their names in it, such as the scar of the magic flow sword."

Mo Xunzong had naturally heard the name of Feng Zhihen, but he cut it short: "I don't think she is as powerful as Master."

"It's really not as good as it is." Yuan Wuxiang said the truth very pertinently. It was not as good as it was in the previous life, but it is even worse in this life. At this moment, this woman is still trapped in his formation.

As Yuan Wuxiang's thoughts gradually changed, the formation also changed from sticking to attacking at the beginning, and Mo Xunzong quickly saw from this change that his master planned to keep this woman here forever .

"Master, this woman seems to have found the key to breaking the formation." Sensing that the attack of the formation was beginning to weaken, Mo Xunzong couldn't help but look surprised.

"Her body can integrate yin and yang, but this formation is formed by the method of taiji yin and yang. It's not surprising that she can break it."

The look of surprise on Mo Xunzong's face immediately turned into sympathy when he heard the words, even the attributes of his martial arts were completely turned upside down by the master, he was obviously playing with other girls just now, the girl who was played is really pitiful .

Seeing that the formation was about to be broken, and Yuan Wuxiang hadn't made any moves yet, Mo Xunzong couldn't help being puzzled again, could it be that the master wanted to let this woman in?

However, before he was puzzled for a moment, Mo Xunzong instinctively pulled out his sword, not because he wanted to be disrespectful, but because the murderous aura that suddenly appeared was too terrifying...

"Not enough concentration."

Mo Xunzong's face was bitter, and he looked into the formation without taking away the sword in his hand, but before he could see clearly how embarrassed Po Rushuang was, he saw a golden sword light shooting directly into the killing formation.

"It's a pity."

Hearing Yuan Wuxiang's words, Mo Xunxing looked at him subconsciously, then his expression changed, the sword in his hand loosened and he took a step to support him: "Master!"

Yuan Wuxiang, who was being carefully supported by Mo Xunxing, looked pale, and accompanied by a heavy cough that could not be stopped, it was heart-piercing.

"Original no hometown!"

"It's you?!"

Mo Xunxing frowned and looked at Tired Shoutian, who was pushing the acupoints for his master to smooth Qi, he was furious for a moment, but he had to press down first when he saw the master's appearance, but his piercing eyes turned to Tired Shoutian On the body of Po Rushuang brought in by Tian, ​​the sword he put down just now in panic was also held in his hand again. Naturally, he couldn't take the woman Master wanted to kill lightly. Very unfriendly.

"Xun Xing, coming uninvited is not a guest, but you must not be rude." Although the pulse has been straightened out, the internal injuries caused by the sudden backlash caused by the sudden containment of the formation cannot be healed by infusion of energy. Therefore, although Yuan Wuxiang has calmed down now, the situation is still not optimistic.

Mo Xunzong obediently withdrew his sword and looked at Yuan Wuxiang: "Master, how are you doing?"

"Send the two guests out for me." Yuan Wuxiang forcibly supported his seriously self-injured body and walked towards the inner courtyard, taking a glance at Tian without getting tired.

Mo Xunzong blocked Tired Shoutian's eyes from looking at his master's back as he said, lowered his eyes and raised his hands: "Both, please."

Tired Shoutian glanced at Po Rushuang beside him, pursed his lips, turned and walked out.

After seeing off the hated person, Mo Xunzong turned back in a hurry, and saw his master lying on the soft couch, if not for his pale face, he would have thought that the master was just sleeping peacefully.

After waiting for a stick of incense, just when Mo Xunzong was about to retreat, he suddenly felt that the space here was congealed, which made him more terrified than the overwhelming murderous aura before, making him dare not make any changes, saying that he did not dare , in fact, the most important thing is that the aura of this space has already suppressed him and he can't move...

"It's a rare time, you should hone yourself here." After a while, a silver-white light spot rose from Yuan Wuxiang's body lying on the soft couch, and then slowly condensed into Mo Xunxing's wide-eyed eyes. The appearance of no country.

"Master... Master?"

"Try your Dao heart well here." After saying that, the figure turned into a silver light and flashed away.

"You really came."

"I'm not a person who gives up halfway. What's more, the beautiful woman has expectations, so how can the original homeless disappoint the beautiful woman."

"Beautiful woman? It's better to save the insincere words." Po Rushuang, who had been paying attention to the lake and sea stars, turned around and showed a cold smile after hearing the words: "Even if you don't come, I will still look for you again, just because I And not the type to give up halfway.”

"Then use the sword."

"You want to kill me, not just to end the blood feud of the Tianqiang clan with me?"

"What does a woman's sixth sense tell you?" With a faint smile, Yuan Wuxiang's peaceful smile made it impossible to see that he was actually here to provoke and kill people.

Warm as water, but also as cold as ice.

"You reap the sky for tiredness, just for tiredness." Po Rushuang said with a complicated expression, "But I think it's not just because you are close friends."

"You like Tired Harvest."

Yuan Wuxiang didn't answer the question.

"I love so much."

The soul is as frosty, but the answer is frank and straightforward.

"I like it so much... that I can even let go of the genocide for him?" It was a random question, but Yuan Wuxiang knew that it was unnecessary for him to ask this question, and all the previous lives were enough to prove that Po Rushuang's love for Tired Harvest Heaven is more than anything else.

"I can't let it go, but I know that if the target of revenge is Tired Shoutian, I will never be able to get revenge."

"However, you are not willing to draw your sword against me now."

"I can't kill you, even if I can, he will hate me."

Love is a lock, and the sword of soul is like frost died the moment she knew that Tired Shoutian was the enemy of the extermination of the clan.

This is a poor woman. For two consecutive lives, Yuan Wuxiang only had these two words to comment on Po Rushuang.

"Forget it, since you don't want to take revenge, then I don't have to kill you, please do it yourself in the future." After all, Yuan Wuxiang still didn't disobey his own nature.

The first time he came to Huhai Xingbo to provoke Po Rushuang was just to kill Juan Shoutian's budding affection for Po Rushuang, if Tired Shoutian didn't come within the time he calculated, he wouldn't mind really Do it; and for the second time, he never really wanted to kill this time, even at this moment, he never wanted to get rid of the woman in front of him. As for why he came here now...

"Do it for yourself?" Po Rushuang sneered and interrupted Yuan Wuxiang's thoughts: "Are you implying that I stay away from Tired Harvest?"

Stay away from tired days?Yuan Wuxiang suddenly realized, yes, he came here for this, even if he was exhausted, he would not spend any more effort on this woman, he still felt it was an eyesore, that's why he was here now.

"It's your freedom not to stay far away." Yuan Wuxiang brushed the broken hair in front of his forehead and replied casually.

Now that the ending is doomed, no matter what Po Rushuang does, it will be in vain. In this life, as long as he is there, Po Rushuang will never have another chance to sacrifice for Tired Harvest, even with that ten-thousandth Tired Shoutian will never see everything that Po Rushuang silently sacrificed for him.

"Even if Tired Shoutian falls in love with me, don't you care?"

Yuan Wuxiang raised his brows when he was so innocent as to be almost stupid, and his gentle smile was also tinged with a hint of evil spirit because of the raised eyebrows: "If, he will really fall in love with you, will I help you?" Do you care, is there a difference?"

"Of course there is a difference."

"Oh? I would like to hear more about Yuan Wuxiang."

"If I were you, I would definitely do everything possible to see me."

"Yuan Wuxiang was not you, but you..." There is no such opportunity anymore.

"How am I?"

"And you are destined not to become Yuan Wuxiang."

"I really can't be you, but I won't give up either."

"Won't give up?" Such a declaration was ridiculous, but Yuan Wuxiang didn't laugh. Although he didn't like this woman, he admired her.

"Then don't give up." It wasn't an agreement, but a flat response.

How did you say that?I don't agree with what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it, which is probably the case at the moment.

Po Rushuang stared blankly at Yuan Wuxiang for a while, and finally smiled lowly: "Although I can't see through your mind and even think you are a complicated and contradictory person, at this moment, it seems that you are also an open and honest person."

I'm not.

Yuan Wuxiang replied silently in his heart, his magnanimity had a shadow when he was once stained with the blood of his comrades, and his innocence learned to hide after he became clear.

The former head of the Silver Dart has long gone, and even the vague outline has lost its original appearance as time goes back.

"There is no hometown, when you are reluctant and have to, what will you do?"

How to do?When the soul and body left, Yuan Wuxiang silently bent the corners of his mouth, wandering without a place has already lost his home, a person who doesn't even have a home, how can he have anything to give up, now I'm afraid even the only thing in his heart The extravagance of extravagance will also disappear, just like the once gentle and easy-going head of the silver dart is no longer there, leaving only a homeless country with nowhere to go and no way to see the way forward.

Those who did not answer disappeared in the white mist.

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Miss Poor Rushuang was calculated completely without knowing it ╮(╯▽╰)╭