After Xianjun lost his memory, Mozun just wanted to leave his husband

The day to encircle and suppress Yu Xiaotian was set, and the news quickly spread throughout the world of cultivating immortals, and many casual cultivators also went to Zheye Palace to help them capture Yin Wanshen alive!

At night before leaving, Chu Shichao was sitting quietly by the window when someone knocked on the courtyard door.He thought it was Chu Wanqian, but he didn't expect it to be Yu Jixing.

"Mr. Cheng Yuan." Yu Jixing stood on the porch, bowed respectfully, "I'm here late at night, sorry to bother you."

Chu Shichao got up, and stood with him on the porch, seeing that his expression was sluggish, and he didn't have the half-hearted aura of going to dawn tomorrow.

"Is something wrong?"

"I can't sleep, I want to come and talk to Mr. Cheng Yuan." Yu Jixing seemed to feel inappropriate, "But I have something important to do tomorrow, so I won't bother you. You can rest well."

"Since you're here, let's talk about it."

Chu Shi waved his sleeves, and a game of chess appeared out of nowhere on the stone table in the gazebo, and walked over.

Sitting down at the stone table with a straight figure, he personally lit three more candles, and the entire pavilion was lit up.The fine jade chess pieces also reflected figures in the orange light.

"Yes." Yu Jixing was silent for a moment and sat down.

Chu Shichao picked up the white stones, and dropped the next one first.

He was silent, and Yu Jixing was inconvenient to speak. After a cup of tea, it was clear who would win and who would lose.

"I'm not good at chess, Mr. Chengyuan laughed." Yu Jixing smiled, put down the sunspots in his hand, got up to leave, but saw Chu Shichao re-arranged the chessboard, and calmly said: "Come again."

Yu Jixing knew that Chu Shichao was waiting for him to speak.

"Mr. Chengyuan, have you ever remembered some past memories?"

Hearing this, Chu Shichao flashed a few blurred images in his mind, and he said calmly, "No."

"Master said, that day / you were also in the secret realm of Tiankeng."

"Yes," Yu Jixing nodded, "Yan Jin and I met you halfway and entered the secret realm together."

The hand holding the white piece paused, and Chu Shichao dropped the white piece next to a black piece, "Is it just me?"

"Yes, at that time I wanted to ask you why you came here alone." Yu Jixing turned the chess piece and smiled embarrassedly, "But Yan Jin is here, so it's hard to ask."

Everyone in the world of cultivating immortals knows that Chu Shichao and Yin Wancan have a good relationship, and they often walk together, and they are inseparable after they form a bond.Although Yu Jixing had never seen the two together at that time, she knew about it.

When Yin Wanshen was mentioned, both of them fell silent for a moment.

Chu Shichao couldn't remember why he was entangled/entangled with Yin Wan, while Yu Jixing was thinking of tomorrow's trip to dawn.

"Tomorrow...do you really want to go to heaven?"

"En." Chu Shichao lowered his eyes and focused on the chess game. The sooner he found the murderer, the sooner he could go back to Chu Zong to see Ah Yin.

"You do not want."

Just as Yu Jixing was distracted, Chu Shichao said something abruptly, which pulled him back from his thoughts in an instant.

Yu Jixing smiled wryly, and played with the chess pieces repeatedly, "Mr. Chengyuan, I don't understand one thing."

"What's the matter?"

"Yesterday I looked through ancient books. There was a family a hundred years ago. The family was happy, but one day the mistress was killed, and the husband fell into a demon, leaving only two brothers to depend on each other." Yu Jixing looked at Chu Shichao, "To avenge his wife , the male master killed innocent people indiscriminately and deliberately took revenge, but the murderer at that time was already dead, leaving only the murderer's son."

"As for these two brothers, the younger brother was still young, and the elder brother only found out later that his father had become a demon. The elder hated the murderer for killing his mother, but also hated his father for becoming a demon. He knew his father was wrong, but he couldn't take action against his father because of the kindness of his upbringing. , a dilemma."

"What's the answer to this matter?"

Chu Shichao glanced at him, "It's not filial to kill your father, and it's not filial to not avenge your mother. Fathers kill innocents indiscriminately because of evil spirits, and evil spirits should be wiped out. The murderer should pay for his life, but he is dead, and only his descendants are left. The offspring are just creating crimes out of thin air."

"Elder brother knew but let it go. We are both accomplices."

He put away the chess pieces in his palm and said softly: "There is no solution to this matter."

"No solution?" Yu Jixing frowned, and an imperceptible darkness flashed across his eyes.

Chu Shichao picked up the white pieces back into the white jade chess piece jar, and said in a flat tone, pointing out: "The solution or the incomprehension is all in my brother's heart. A difference in one thought, adults become demons, you have to think carefully about it."

Yu Jixing's mind exploded with a "buzz", cold sweat broke out on his back, and he looked away uncomfortably.He got up and saluted, "Thank you Chengyuan Jun for your teaching, already understood."

Chu Shichao packed up the chessboard, put them back in the Qiankun bag, got up and walked towards the house, and when he passed Yujixing, he stopped slightly, "Move according to your heart, don't stick to books."

"Yes."

The sound of the door closing came from behind, and Yu Jixing walked out of the yard gently.He walked aimlessly in Oreno Palace, and the place where he grew up was extremely strange to him at the moment.

There seemed to be monsters hidden in the gravel road without lanterns, scrambling to tear him apart.

When he came back to his senses, he was standing outside a bedroom.Looking at the words on the plaque above his head, Yu Jixing was silent for a moment, then turned and left.

The next day, the families of various sects went to Yu Xiaotian together with the three sects.

In the Palace of No Bitterness, Zhan Sifang and Qin Wulie were busy kicking the back of their heads, while Yin Wanshen was still throwing pots with Chunqiu.

For a cultivator of immortality, throwing a pot is of course not difficult.In order to increase the fun, Chunqiu specially cast the invisibility flying spell on the pot, and only after the cast hits did he return to his form.

Yin Wanshen didn't want to play at first, but couldn't bear Chunqiu to provoke him.

"My lord," Zhan Sifang looked at him with a headache, turned his head to avoid the feather arrow thrown by Chunqiu, "Don't you really want to have a good rest for a day. Yu Liantian and others have already come towards Yu Xiaotian."

"Never stop." Yin Wancan easily hit the shot, and took another feathered arrow, "Have you sent all the letters to the various parties?"

"Give it away." Zhan Sifang nodded weakly, he couldn't figure out why Yin Wancan didn't allow the fan master to come to Yu Xiaotian to help.Even with Mr. Cheng Yuan around, how can we ensure that nothing happens.

"You don't understand this." Chunqiu saw through Zhan Sifang's thoughts at a glance, "If the master moves, the Demon Realm will panic."

"But the orthodox monks are coming?" Qin Wulie happened to come in with scrolls sent from various places.

Chunqiu said "Yes", "It is precisely because of this that we can show that our lord has profound spiritual power, is extremely intelligent, and is the lord of the demon world."

"What's more," he smiled, "Yin Huizhu has the Phoenix Token in his hand. Fan owners from all over the world definitely don't want to go out for a trip, and go back to their hometown and be taken away by someone."

"Understood." Zhan Sifang nodded and said reverently, "As expected of the Lord!"

Yin Wancan threw the last feather arrow, lost interest, turned around and sat down.

"Where are they?" He stroked/touched the paper fan placed with the golden mask, tapped the peach petals with his pale fingertips, his eyes were full of affection, as if he was touching Chu Shichao.

"I'll be in Leiduan City in a few days." Qin Wulie found a scroll from a pile of scrolls and handed it to Yin Wancan, "It was presented by the Lord of Leiduan City."

Yin Wanshen opened it, looked at the little ink stains on the scroll, and the burn marks at the end of the scroll. After a long silence, he said helplessly, "Tell him, don't be so nervous, take more elixir, and don't discharge yourself all over again."

"Yes!"

"I don't think he's nervous," Chunqiu sat down on the steps, with his right leg bent and his left straight, looking up at Yin Wanshen, "he's so excited!"

"Zhengdao hasn't besieged and suppressed the Demon Palace for a hundred years, which Demon Cultivator wouldn't be excited to see it!"

Zhan and Qin: "..."

"If you are sick, go home and have dinner first." Yin Wanshen gave him a pitying look, raised his hand and threw the scroll of City Lord Lei Duan into his face.

"Don't tell me, you don't expect it at all."

Hearing this, Yin Wancan shook his head helplessly and sneered.Leaning on the armrest with one hand and stepping on the edge of the table with one foot, he shook his fan and laughed twice.Faint red blood streaks appeared in the fundus of the eyes.

The demonic nature in his heart surged up, making him itchy all over.

Do not expect?

How could it not be expected.

He has already seen through the faces of those orthodox monks.There is no place to vent the anger these days.

But he still put on an air, and said coldly and dignifiedly: "I still prefer to reason with them."

As soon as these words came out, several people in the hall laughed.

"The lord is right!" Qin Wulie hammered down the table, "We people in the Demon Palace are the most reasonable!"

Yu Xiaotian and his group went straight to the Demon Palace. They thought they would encounter dangers, but the biggest thing was that when they were passing through Leiduan City, the Lord Leiduan released a few lightning strikes and damaged two flying magic weapons.

The smoothness of the trip shocked everyone.But they firmly believe that this is just Yin Gou's scheme, and there must be many ambushes in the magic palace.

But until everyone arrived outside the magic palace, there was no soldier or soldier, and even the cleaning magic cultivator just looked at them lazily and left.

Everyone: "..."

"Sect Master Yu, this..." Some people were puzzled, they said that Yin Gou was warlike, why they all came and didn't see Yin Gou?

"Could it be that Yin Gou was frightened away seeing our great momentum?" Someone shook his head, but he miscalculated the timing, and no one paid attention to him.

Coming to Yu Xiaotian again, Chu Shichao had extremely complicated emotions in his eyes.Different from the last time I came here, the steps of the magic palace were already covered with snow, and it was as cold as winter.

"Don't worry." Yu Liantian said in a deep voice, motioning for his disciples to call the door.

The disciple excitedly walked out of the crowd, got off the flying magic weapon, and looked at the almost sky-high steps, most of the anger in his body was extinguished, and his legs were light when stepping on the steps. Encountering an extremely fierce and domineering spiritual force, he was photographed.

He landed right in front of Yu Liantian, his body twisted a few times, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Yu Liantian had no time to care about him, and took a step past him, staring fixedly at the closed dark palace gate.

"This is the supreme place in the demon world, how can he be allowed to step on it at will." The majestic and solemn voice echoed in everyone's ears.

After the voice fell, the closed palace door opened, and a tall and tall figure slowly appeared.His face was covered with a golden mask, so that people could not see his face clearly.But in terms of this posture, his appearance must be superior.

He was wearing a phoenix black robe and a cloak of the same color. He didn't wear a sword at his waist, but was playing with a pitch-black bone fan.

The moment he appeared in front of everyone, a domineering spiritual force swept across the sky, and under the powerful pressure, some monks in the back row fell to the ground on the spot.

The monks in the front row opened their eyes wide and looked at the man, thinking that he was Yin Wancan!

Behind Yin Wanshen, there were two people on the left and one on the right.The person on the left is dressed in red, and the person on the right is dressed in purple, with half-masks covering their faces.

After the palace gate opened, only the three of them came out.But it was enough to silence the righteous people.

Yin Wanshen and his left and right protectors are all characters who can stop children from crying at night.

"You are Yin Wanshen?"

Hearing someone questioned, Yin Wanshen's eyes fell on Chu Shichao's body, and he clicked his tongue impatiently.

"Since you don't recognize the Lord, what's the point of coming here?" Zhan Sifang sneered.

As soon as this remark came out, someone immediately refused to accept it and came forward to argue with Zhan Sifang.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yin Wancan can take a good look at Chu Shichao.

I haven't seen him for half a month, Chu Shichao just stood still behind Chu Yushan, and he was still handsome and charming.

As if sensing his gaze, she raised her eyes to look at him.

The moment they looked at each other, Yin Wanshen's heart throbbed, and the oppressive pressure from his body almost dissipated.

And Chu Shichao was also wondering.

When Yin Wanshen appeared, he smelled the fragrance of peach blossoms, but then he found that no one else smelled it except him.

His eyes fell on Yin Wanshen, for some reason, there was always an indescribable familiarity.With a flash in front of his eyes, he inexplicably remembered the body he had glimpsed in the palace that day.

White legs, pink ankles, and... delicate collarbones, and the fragrance of peach blossoms all over her body.

Chu Shichao took a breath, his head ached, and he couldn't help thinking about Yin Wanshen.He closed his eyes, tilted his head and forcibly looked away, and it was better when his consciousness swept across the ruby ​​earrings in the Qiankun bag.

"Shi Chao?" Sensing that he was emotionally unstable, Chu Yushan looked sideways at him.

"nothing."

Yin Wanshen naturally noticed this too. He frowned and raised his hand to interrupt Zhan Sifang who was arguing with the monk.

He opened his mouth and asked, "I don't know why you are here today."

The voice was still clear, and Chu Shichao looked at him, feeling more and more disobedient.Even though the body was wrapped in a cloak, it was still familiar.

"Liquidation!" Yu Liantian said in a deep voice, "The case of the only son of the Ming Sect Master being murdered, the case of the entire family being exterminated in the Yue family, and the case of you sending people to assassinate my son, all the murders, large and small, in the past few years, will be with you today. And liquidate!"

"Oh?" Yin Wanshen raised his hand, and a large wooden chair appeared behind him out of nowhere, and he sat down slowly, "I don't know anything about these things you said, Sect Master Yu might as well tell me."

But at this moment, on Chu Zong's flying instrument, a chair appeared behind everyone.Chu Shichao's lower body was especially excessive, and he was also covered with a good spirit animal skin.

The disciple of Chu Zong was startled and almost jumped up.

Chu Wanqian was used to being heartless, so he sat down.Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he stood up again.

Naturally, the situation here cannot be hidden from other people's eyes. The person who was on the same flying magic weapon with Yuzong was about to reprimand when he heard Chu Yushan cough, "It's cold here, I can't bear it if I stand for a long time. Sit down and rest."

Chu Shichao put the animal skin on Chu Yushan's chair, and when he sat down again, a warmer one appeared under him.

He frowned and looked at Yin Wanshen, and sighed softly.

Yin Wanshen naturally heard it, but so what!This is Yu Xiaotian, his place!

His head turned slightly to Zhan Sifang, Zhan Sifang was silent for a moment, his figure disappeared, and when he reappeared, a flock of white birds followed behind him.The birds carried porcelain plates on their backs, and sent the brewed tea to Chu Zong one after another.

"Everyone, don't be envious." Yin Wancan also had an extra cup of tea in his hand, "Although I have broken the contract with Mr. Cheng Yuan, I will be a Taoist couple anyway, and Yin will not be stingy about this thing."

Yu Liantian: "..."

"By the way, did Sect Master Yu just say that I would kill your son?" Yin Wansan groaned with a smile, "If the deity really killed him, I'm afraid he won't live today."

As soon as these words came out, Yuzong's face changed.

Looking at Yin Wanshen in front of them, they knew that what he said was true.

"How do you explain the Phoenix Token?" Yu Liantian threw out a Phoenix Token.

The cold and lifeless golden mask stared at him coldly, "Phoenix Order? Good stuff. Where did Sect Master Yu get it?"

"Don't play dumb!" Yu Liantian gritted his teeth, "This is something from your magic palace!"

"The Phoenix Token is unique to the deity's demon palace, but how do you know it belongs to the deity's palace?" Yin Wanshen sighed, "Could it be that I gave it to you with my own hands?"

"When the only son of the Ming Sect Master died, there was also a Phoenix Token beside him, how can you explain it!" Yu Liantian didn't argue with him, but just wanted to take Yin Wan's head as soon as possible.

"I don't know." Yin Wanshen sneered, "Maybe you let it go."

"You fart!" A disciple behind Yu Liantian suddenly scolded, "Our Sect Master Yu is upright, how can we be like a villain like you!"

Yu Liantian turned his head and glared at him, not angry but mighty.

Yu Jixing watched from the side, her mind was even more complicated.Looking over the crowd to look at Chu Shichao, the latter didn't care at all, only looking at Yin Wanshen.

He lowered his eyebrows and stopped looking at him, unexpectedly meeting Yu Liantian's gaze.

"Being upright?" Yin Wanshen sneered, looking at the figure in Tsing Yi who had been standing beside Yu Liantian, "He's holding a villain as a treasure."

"Sect Master Yu, the person next to you looks very familiar to me...how about recommending him?"

"It's nothing more than an unknown monk, how can he enter the eyes of the Demon Lord." The man in Tsing Yi smiled.

"Really." Yin Wanshen tapped the seat with her icy fingertips, "I think you are destined to be with Yu Xiaotian. If it is convenient in the future, I will definitely invite you to Yuxiaotian Mountain to take a look."

The corners of the lips of the man in Tsing Yi froze, but he still smiled and said, "That's unnecessary."

"Enough!" Ming Qianyuan, who had been silent all this time, shouted loudly, pointing at Yin Wanshen with two fingers in the middle of the food, distraught, "If you kill my son, you will pay with your life!"

"Then you are looking for the wrong person." Yin Wanshen put down his teacup, and a layer of spiritual power swung out, "Go find whoever kills."

As soon as the words fell, Yin Wanshen's body flickered, and when she sat down firmly again, a silver needle was caught in her jade-white fingertips.

"Sect Master Ming," Yin Wanshan's smile faded behind the mask, and he really wanted to use this needle to pierce Qianyuan's transparent head, but after thinking about Chu Shichao's presence, he still held back and broke the silver needle. It became two pieces, "What does this mean?"

"A life pays for a life!" Ming Qianyuan paused every word.

Yu Liantian took advantage of the trend and pushed out a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, "Do you recognize him?"

Yue Tianlan.

Yin Wanshen shook his head, "I don't recognize it."

"He is the only son of the head of the Yue Sect who was destroyed by you!" Yu Liantian shouted angrily, "Yin Wancan, the Righteous Way has tolerated you for so many years, instead of being grateful, you are making progress!"

"Today, I want someone to take your head to show the way of heaven!"

After the words fell, the gust of wind suddenly picked up, blowing the snow that never melted on Yuxiaotian Peak all year round.

Yin Wanshen raised her eyes, looked at the gloomy sky, her eyes were cold, she quietly looked at Chu Shichao from the corner of her eye, fortunately... the last trace of warmth was still there.

Zhan Sifang didn't even notice his small movements, but Chu Shichao really felt it.

That look... was exactly the same as the last time he left Yu Xiaotian and met A Yin.

The coldness and ruthlessness concealed the dazed tenderness, who was he looking at?Is it yourself?

Chu Shichao was about to stand up when Chu Yushan grabbed his arm.

"Don't move." Chu Yushan said in a deep voice, "Wait."

"Master," Chu Shichao had sensed something was wrong, "Who is Ah Yin?"

Chu Yushan closed his eyes, and knew in his heart that once he said it, their Chuzong would stand on the cusp of the storm again.

but……

The lie has already been told, and the people have already helped, I just hope that Yin Wanshen will not disappoint him.

"Yes……"

Before he had time to speak, Yu Liantian had already summoned his saber and flew towards Yin Wancan.

After all, Yu Liantian is the master of a sect, so his strength is naturally strong.When the saber was unsheathed, there was a faint roar of a tiger.The snow that shook Yutian Peak fell rustlingly.

He was so fast that Yin Wancan flicked his hand and retreated the two of Zhan Sifang, and caught Yulian's devastating blow with his own strength.

There was a crisp sound of "pong",

The pitch-black bone fan and the spirit sword met, and the killing spirit power from the collision raised Yin Wanshen's cloak and shattered the palace gate.

The two of them raised their eyebrows, and Yin Wancan saw the deep hatred in Yu Liantian's eyes very intuitively.

He sneered, "Unexpectedly, Sect Master Yu would hate this deity so much."

"Stop talking nonsense," Yu Liantian flew back and struck again, "Take your life!"

Yin Wanshen not only did not retreat, but took a step forward instead, the bone fan in his hand suddenly turned into a cloud of mist, and accompanied by a phoenix cry, it condensed into a pitch-black, world-renowned sparrow-black sword.

One white and one black two swords collided, Feng Ming suppressed the roar of the tiger, and Yu Liantian was knocked out violently.

"Sect Master!" The Jade Sect disciple trembled, wanting to step forward, but also afraid that his hair would be flying like Shura's Yin Wancan at this moment.

"Sect Master Yu, you must be reasonable in everything." Yin Wanshen sneered, "Don't blame Yin for things that Yin has never done."

He pointed at the aristocratic families in front of him one by one with his sword, "I know what any of you have done in my Yin Wancan's name."

The monks looked strange, with deep fear in their eyes.

"Don't try to confuse people!" Yu Liantian clenched his teeth, gripped his saber tightly, his body's spiritual power erupted, and for a moment the roar of the tiger was louder than Feng Ming's, "You really think I don't know who you are?"

Yu Liantian looked at Chu Shichao, "I think he really wants to know."

"That's boring." Yin Wanshen snapped his fingers, and the cold tea beside Chu Shichao's hand instantly steamed.

In the blink of an eye, Yu Liantian had arrived in front of Yin Wancan, wisps of demonic energy entangled Yin Wancan, and a thunderbolt struck straight down, landing at the feet of the two of them, who was intimidating.

Yin Wanshen was not afraid, he slowly raised his hand, looked at Yu Liantian who was getting closer, his eyes were red, and he smiled silently.

A fiery red phoenix was born from the dark clouds, and rushed straight to Yin Wancan, falling behind him like a protective god.The pitch-black birds also began to hum because of his arrival.

The phoenix chirped loudly, and Yin Wanshen followed the sound.

Before everyone could see clearly, the sky was full of white and red lights, and only the sound of the collision of spirit swords was heard, and finally there was a deeply painful muffled sound and the sound of flesh/body falling to the ground.

Chu Yushan's expression froze, and without caring about the second half of his sentence, he stood up abruptly and looked forward.

The white and red light dissipated, and the world became silent.

The person standing there is actually Yin Wancan!

All the monks shouted badly, Yu Jixing wanted to bring back Yu Liantian who had fallen to the ground, but was bounced back by the domineering devilish energy.

Zhan Sifang and Qin Wulie looked at each other, their hearts were finished, but they wanted to go forward but could do nothing.

After Chu Shichao's accident, the Taoist couple who are connected with him by blood were also affected.Since then, the demonic nature in Yin Wanshen's heart has been faintly revealed, and he insisted on going his own way to break up the contract with Chu Shichao, and his temperament was even more unstable.

Only then did Yu Liantian completely annoy him!

Yin Wancan was carrying a heavy sparrow, and the dark cloak was flapping. He approached Yu Liantian step by step, and the sharp point of the sword was already in front of him.

He squatted down slowly, and said in a soft but weird voice: "In my life, I hate the most when someone threatens me with Chu Shichao."

"I dare not contaminate someone like him, how can I allow you to think about it."

"Yu Liantian," Yin Wanshen stood up, pointing his sword at his throat, "I wanted to spare your life. Now, I regret it."

After the words fell, the red light flourished again.

But the blood splatter that everyone imagined did not happen on the spot, and someone blocked Yin Wanshen's sword.

With a sound of "clang", the spirit swords fought each other.

Yin Wanshen was stunned for a moment, then retreated abruptly.

But the person in front of him was too tight, and there was no room for him to retreat.

"who are you!"

Yin Wanshen heard the words, and the hand holding Que Wu began to tremble.

Two figures, one white and one black, linger under the dark cloud cover, with countless emotions surging in the dark.

Yin Wancan looked at the face of day and night, dreaming and dreaming, her heart was agitated, and she couldn't hold the bird anymore.

The heavy spirit sword fell to the ground and made a big hole.

But the other spirit sword didn't stop and went straight to Yin Wancan's face.

The sharp sword wind followed the man, and Yin Wanshen's vision gradually became brighter.The golden mask couldn't bear such a powerful spiritual power, and it disintegrated and separated, and the jade crown of the bonder's ink hair also shattered in the remaining power.

His black hair fluttered in the wind.

The familiar face of Chu Shichao was completely revealed.

"Brother."

Yin Wanshen's eyes were red, and the corners of her lips curled into a smile that Chu Shichao had never seen before.

The sharp point of the sword is close at hand.Yin Wanshen didn't want to close his eyes, he wanted to take another look at Chu Shichao.

It was precisely because of this that he did not miss the despair overflowing from Chu Shichao's eyes.

This moment was just an instant in the eyes of the monks, but it became eternity in Yin Wansan's eyes.

He saw the spiritual power in Chu Shichao's hand explode, and he broke his close-fitting sword.The shining sword broke inch by inch, the hilt turned into ashes, and the tassel of the sword flew away with the wind.

Shimian, the number one spiritual sword in the world, has no name.

The broken sword body splashed everywhere, and Yin Wanshen had no time to dodge, and was suddenly wrapped in a familiar warm embrace.

The man was breathing heavily, and his long arms hugged him tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to rub him into his flesh and blood, and said in a deep voice with extreme anger and regret: "Yin Wanshen!"

When the wind stopped, the world became silent again, and the monks only blinked a few times.

Yin Wanshen pressed her forehead against Chu Shichao's neck, closed her red eyes tightly, and her breathing became icy cold.His hands and feet were weak, but he tightly clenched Chu Shichao's lapel, trembling/shouting, and endured it for a long time,

"Time."