The White Rabbit Immortal raised a cub and overturned

Against the background of the shadow, A Feng's face looked extremely thin, and the pale scar on the brow bone added a sense of murderous intent, which was cold and chilling.

The little white snake was shocked.

In his impression, A Feng is not to say that he is well-behaved, but he is taciturn and has always been an honest child. Today, he actually hangs a sword on his neck, and the sword's edge is close, and in the next second, he will cut his body like cutting paper. Throat.

He shivered fiercely, and asked in a breakdown: "Your sword, where did you take it out?"

The little white snake could see clearly that the boy had never held a sword when he came. This sword...was created out of thin air by A Feng with his bare hands.

An unimaginable guess floated up in his mind, the little white snake looked at the snow-white long sword around his neck, and then at the floating dark purple luster of forget worry grass, for a moment he was really not sure about this guess.

"Say." A Feng uttered the word indifferently again, and then turned the blade over, so that the tip of the sword reached the little white snake's throat.

Yao Axue felt the threat of death, her slender snake body stretched extremely tight, "I don't know, the boss told me to do it..."

"to be frank."

"I really do not know……"

Afeng stopped talking nonsense, and pushed the tip of the sword upwards. Fortunately, the little white snake had many years of killing experience, so he shrank back at the right time, avoiding a small murderous opportunity.

Yao Axue took a step back, the light changed, and he could see clearly the boy's eyes, which were as indifferent as ice, under the dark and deep abyss, as if countless evil spirits were staring.

He knew that Afeng in front of him was no longer the usual boy who quietly ate candy cakes, and a simple "I don't know" could not simply fool this matter away.

"I, I only know a little bit." Yao Axue was panting heavily after experiencing a lot of panic: "The name of Wangxincao is called Wangxin, and it is a relatively mild panacea that can erase memories. Can erase a month's memory."

In fact, he avoided the important and ignored it. He only talked about the records of Wangxincao.

"Why give it to me?"

The little white snake was a little flustered, so he didn't hear the trembling and grievance under the young man's words, and continued to play dumb: "Huh?"

"Shua!" The sword edge cut across the lazy afternoon air, Yao Axue dodged backwards, looking back, the spirit sword slashed straight at his position just now.

Sweat dripped down Yao Axue's forehead.

"you!"

"I'll tell you to tell the truth." Afeng held the hilt of the sword, Neng Lian approached it suddenly, and the little white snake took a few steps back again and again in fright.

Yao Axue knew that he couldn't hide it anymore, he circled around the snake body, lowered his head, and finally uttered a sentence after a long time: "Afeng, do you really think you are a poor defenseless person?"

Seeing that the young man was at a loss, he said again: "For example, that disciple of the Qingsong Sect who was chopped alive?"

Afeng's eyes blinked uncomfortably, and he quickly explained: "It's not me, I didn't kill anyone."

The little white snake lowered its body, a bit confused: "Back then there were only you and the disciple who was chopped alive in the stone room, it wasn't you...or who?"

"Boom."

Afeng's memory seems to have been wrapped in a huge cloud, but the words of the little white snake completely shattered the cloud, and all the doubts and coincidences for many days appeared in front of his eyes at this moment, forcing him to have to... to face.

He suddenly remembered Han Yan, he had dreamed that he killed him with his own hands, a few days later he heard some disciples discussing that Han Yan was killed and hung on a tree, even the technique was exactly the same as in his dream.

Han Yan... was also killed by him?

A Feng looked at his hand in disbelief.

Seeing this, Yao Axue calmed down a little, and said carefully: "Actually, the boss did it out of necessity. Your memory has not yet recovered. Who knows what kind of temper you used to be? What is your standpoint? So I prepared the forget-me-not grass ..."

Little White Snake originally wanted to say something nice for his lord, but who knew that one sentence made the young man suddenly raise his head, his tone trembling: "My lord doesn't believe me, afraid that my memory will restore and kill him?"

"Oh no, you kid, don't be too serious." Yao Axue hurriedly said: "Isn't it because you were afraid that you were some decent cultivator from a famous sect before you lost your memory, so prepare it early, a pill, and there will be no more involvement from now on... You have to know that Boss is a man who looks so beautiful, but he has old diseases inside and threats outside, and his life is not going well!"

"Afeng, don't be angry with the boss!"

"I'm not angry, who is angry again!" A Feng swung his sword hand around, looking extremely angry as if he was about to cut off the words: "I said, I will never be angry with the boss, I said it yesterday!"

Then the tip of the sword pointed at the little white snake, and hurriedly said: "I told you!"

Yao Axue was afraid that the point of the sword would pierce her, so she hurriedly agreed: "Yes, yes, I swear on my life by the white snake, I really heard it!"

But so what to hear.

Love words, oaths, anyone can say, anyone can say.If one day he regains his memory and finds out that he is a disciple of a famous sect, who was taught by Master Xianzun to kill evil spirits since he was a child, will he still insist on what he said today?

"In my whole life... it is impossible to be angry with adults!" Afeng repeated, but found that his throat was dry and he was afraid of the future.

Adults can't trust him completely.

Because even he couldn't completely trust his former self.

"My lord, where is my lord?" A Feng asked suddenly, his heart was empty, and he was afraid that it would only be filled if he saw the lord.

"Boss, isn't he busy with Qi Bofeng's affairs recently?"

Qi Bofeng?

One sentence instantly lit up Afeng's eyes, yes, Qi Bofeng, it was this little thief who kept my lord from sleeping peacefully, worried all day long, even... even had a nightmare in the middle of the night, my lord recognized him as Qi Bofeng in a trance , with red eyes, lying in his arms with his soft waist, begging to let him go.

"Is that so..." An inexplicable anger rose from his heart, Afeng clenched the hilt of his sword, turned around coldly, and walked out the door without turning his head.

"Afeng, where are you going, Afeng?"

"I'll kill Qi Bofeng!"

The Juxian Pavilion in Qingmu City is paved with red brocade, gold and silver are made of utensils, the glittering gold is almost blinding people's eyes, and the wine and food during the banquet are all exquisite and palatable.

Ye Baitu went to Juxian Pavilion in the future, stretched his neck and looked here and there, curious.

"Don't look at it, be serious!" The gray-robed man in the first seat gave a contemptuous look, thinking that the behavior of the little white rabbit's country bumpkin would hurt his face.

"I'm just curious." Ye Baitu smiled, and glanced at the roof inlaid with agate gemstones above his head. The pavilions on Guhe Peak were deserted and deserted. , is really boring.

How can there be such a splendid Juxian Pavilion!

What's more, many mercenary groups appointed by the Nanhuai Sword League gathered here today, and the Nanhuai Sword League paid for everything they ate and drank.The little white rabbit was very happy.

Seeing his appearance, the man in gray shook his head and sighed.

During the banquet, people were drinking and toasting, and people from all over the world gathered together to chat about their ideas. From time to time, some people went down to compete. When it was the turn of the gray-robed man, he shook his head.

"Why don't you go, my lord?" The little white rabbit tilted its head and asked, it was so cute, and it didn't mean anything strange.

The gray-robed man rarely looked away, and gathered his robe: "I don't like to join in the fun."

"Oh." Ye Baitu's big black eyes rolled, and he looked around: "The adults present all brought their own disciples, didn't you bring your own disciples?"

"No, cough, no."

"Why doesn't your lord bring your disciples? Does your lord not like your own disciples?"

"Ahem, they are indeed too naughty."

"Yes, it must be the disciples' fault." Ye Baitu said with a smile, with a harmless bunny face, and what he said was innocent.

The gray-robed man seemed to be choked, turned his head away and stopped talking.

Ye Baitu got his revenge, so he turned around and went to eat peanuts.

This gray-robed man must have brought a group of disciples, but his cultivation was insufficient, so that the disciples scattered or died and had to be recruited again. He didn't intend to overplay and leave as soon as he got the news.

Ye Baitu's purpose was to inquire into the interior of the Sword League, and on a good occasion, he raised his ears to listen to the people's discussions.

At some point, someone suddenly shouted: "New news from Sword League!"

For a moment, everyone stopped to look for the Yu Token. The Yu Token was a sound-transmitting jade token issued by the Sword League after signing the death contract. Each hiring group had one.

The gray-robed man also frantically pulled out the jade order, and it really shone brightly. With a light touch, a hurried voice spread throughout the lobby:

"Quick, go find a boy with a sword wound on his face!"

Everyone was stunned when they heard the news. The words appeared inexplicably. The Sword League told them to rest in Qingmu City. Why did they suddenly give this order?

"The sword wound passed between the eyebrows, and it carried the old man's sword energy!" Huai Fengzi said anxiously at the other end: "He is Qi Bofeng! He may still be in Qingmu City now!"

"Boom!"

When everyone was still dazed by the task, the door of Juxian Pavilion was slammed to the ground. Outside the door, where the sun was shining, stood the figure of a young man holding a sword, with an indifferent demeanor.

"Afeng?" Ye Baitu was surprised.

"My, my lord." A Feng's eyes became flustered and evasive in an instant, his heart surged with anger and blood, and he wanted to kill Qi Bofeng. He searched all the way here, and when he saw your lord, he was actually afraid.

Your lord will hate him when he sees his hostility, right?

Your lord will be unhappy if he knows about making Wangxin pills, right?

My lord will be angry with him when he goes back to listen to the little white snake's complaint, right?

When A Feng was thinking wildly, Ye Baitu jumped up and down in front of A Feng, and said anxiously: "What are you doing here? Why don't you just stay in the inn!"

"I……"

"You still hold a sword? You're handsome, aren't you? You're not afraid of scratching yourself."

"I'm……"

"Stubborn and stubborn! Hurry up and go back to the inn, I'll bring you candy tonight!"

Ye Baitu thought about it, there was a room full of mercenaries behind him, A Feng, a weak young man, rushed here just like that, it was like a little white rabbit fell into the wolf's mouth.

"Hurry up..." Ye Baitu urged, and suddenly, a machete pierced through the boy's body.

The boy's body staggered forward, a flower of blood bloomed from his chest, the blood slowly permeated his whole body, the boy let out a muffled grunt, and blood dripped from the corner of his pale mouth.

Ye Baitu stared blankly at the scene in front of him, but didn't react for a while, until a drop of blood dripped on his forehead.

That blood is hot.