Su Heng glanced at Chao Sendai and found that everyone was staring at him......

Shouldn't I have come at this time......

Being looked at by so many people, Su Heng pretended to be calm, picked up the spirit that fell on the ground, looked at it carefully, and didn't find what this thing was used for after looking at it for a long time, since he couldn't recognize it, then take it back and let Master Qin study it, this old guy likes to study these strange things all day long.

Seeing Su Heng, Hongyi Luo looked vigilant.

Su Heng was also looking at the red-clothed Luo, the existence of this Netherworld Ghost King who was no less than the Eastern Ghost Emperor looked a little different.

Sensed by the psychic method, there was no trace of violence and evil aura on this person's body, that is, there was not a single human life in this person's hands......

That is, this is a good ghost?

If you kill a good person, the system wants to deduct your own longevity, so what about killing a good ghost? Su Heng was entangled......

"Last time I said goodbye, it has been more than a month, I still remember the demeanor of Daqingshan, come and see it today, you continue to ......"

Su Heng thought about it and chose to wait and see what happened for the time being.

For Su Heng's behavior of talking nonsense with his eyes open, the people of Shushan did not make a sound, last time Shushan and Su Heng also had a good fate, according to what this person has done recently, he should not suddenly attack Shushan.

Hongyi Luo didn't want to provoke Su Heng, and looked at the people in Shushan again.

"Your Excellency really wants to be the enemy of my Shushan?" Li Qingyun crossed his hands behind his back, his eyes were cold, and he stared at the indescribably beautiful woman in front of him.

The red-clothed Luo stood in the wind, her black hair covering the side of her face, her red sleeves swaying, her expression was indifferent, and her tone was cold: "I just want to get back the justice I had thirty years ago." ”

Li Qingyun sighed lightly: "Thirty years ago...... Right and wrong, why should the girl be so persistent. ”

"You give me Li Feiyun's body, and I'll leave. Hongyi Luo's eyes were a little fluttering, as if she remembered a long time ago, thirty years ago she was weak and helpless, thirty years later, she woke up again, full of resentment, everything is wrong, more just want to get back Li Feiyun's corpse, and even let go of all hatred.

Li Qingyun was silent, his palm was flipped, the spirit sword was suspended in the air, and his behavior had already shown everything.

"Drink!" On the Sendai platform, the disciples of Shushan drank together, the imperial sword was in the air, the sword qi rushed into the night, and thousands of spirit swords rang out in unison.

The red-clothed Luo hair danced wildly, the clothes fluttered, the flames rose in the palms, the red clouds in the sky spun around, speeding up the surge, and the entire Chaosendai emitted a scorching mist, the space was distorted, and countless divine fires were about to break out from the inside.

"Stop......" A voice, not big or small, gentle and gentle, but it reached everyone's ears.

Li Qingyun sighed when he heard this voice, and Hongyi Luo's eyes widened in disbelief when she heard this voice.

A young Shushan disciple came in a wheelchair, and on the wheelchair sat a gray-haired old man with white eyebrows, eyes, and beard, and a wrinkled face.

Hongyi Luo looked at the visitor, tears rained down, and her voice trembled: "Husband...... Jun ......"

The man in the wheelchair squeezed out a smile: "Carrot...... You're still so young and pretty......"

Bai Wushuang on the side exclaimed, "Senior Brother Feiyun?!"

The Seven Swords of Shushan, except for Li Qingyun, are all unbelievable, and tens of thousands of Shushan disciples are also confused, they have not experienced what happened thirty years ago, only what they have heard.

Hongyi Luo trembled, walked up to Li Feiyun, half-squatted down, and stroked the inch by inch of old cheeks with both hands.

Li Feiyun's voice was hoarse and old: "I'm old......"

Hongyi Luo shook her head and burst into tears: "Husband, you are not dead...... I thought you were dead......"

Li Feiyun's eyes drooped and asked, "Carrot, do you hate it?"

Hongyi Luo replied: "I hate Shushan, I don't hate my husband, I know that my husband must have a hard time, and he must be forced." ”

Li Feiyun squinted his eyes and seemed to be unable to open them anymore: "Carrot...... Sorry ......"

The red-clothed Luo Mei's eyes flowed, she couldn't believe it, she looked at the Shushan Imperial Sword inserted in her heart, but there was no hatred in her eyes, only uncertainty: "Husband, why?"

Li Feiyun didn't answer her, just closed his eyes, and seemed to be unable to wake up again.

The red-clothed Luo thought of thirty years ago.

Qingyu Building, candle flames.

There is an Oiran in Qingyulou, called Carrot, who can sing and dance, and is good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

There is an endless stream of seekers, throwing thousands of gold, and the Qingyu Building is full every day.

"Carrot, this is Acacia Yin, I asked for it from Chen Po......"

"Brother Li, just put it on my bare feet for me...... Wind and dust woman, how can she be qualified to ask for so much...... In the future, I will step on this lovesickness to find you......"

"Brother Li, Qingyulou is very good, my mother is very good to me, you don't have to worry about my ......"

"Brother Li, do you really want to marry me......"

"Brother Li, forget it, the teacher's order cannot be violated, I am a good ...... alone"

"Okay, Brother Li, I'm ready for the wedding dress, and on that day, you must marry me in style......"

"Husband...... Here comes the carrots......"

In the spring of March, the green jade building laid down three thousand miles of red makeup, and the Oiran carrot jumped down in the city tower, wearing red makeup, floating like a fairy......

Scenes of the past flashed from Hongyi Luo's eyes, there was no hatred, no resentment, only reminiscence.

If you die once thirty years ago, for one person, and die again thirty years later, it seems that it is the same person......

Li Feiyun leaned back, unable to open his eyes anymore, the red-clothed Luo was attached between Li Feiyun's legs, with a calm smile, and slowly pulled out the Imperial Sword from his heart, watching the vitality fade.

"Senior brother......" Li Qingyun turned around and left, his head turned white in an instant, and the peach hairpin was fiery and dazzling.

Su Heng watched silently from the side, he didn't know what happened thirty years ago, and what it was for today thirty years later, he didn't know, he just smiled and sighed, it's safe for a single dog to live......

"I'll take this red-clothed loll away, do you have any opinions?" Su Heng glanced at the red-clothed luo, and his eyes rolled.

The people in Shushan didn't know what Su Heng was doing with the corpse of the red-clothed Luo, no one objected, they all looked at Li Feiyun with sad expressions, and they all nodded.

"Sect Leader Su, I don't know if that spirit can be ceded, we are willing to take out the spirit weapon in exchange. Zhang Lie always remembered the spirit in the black mist, and he had been thinking about it since he was slapped to death by Su Heng.

Su Heng didn't know what the use of this thing was, so he thought it was exchanging the red clothes and handed it over: "No need to change it, I'll give it to you." ”

"Thank you!"

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PS: I finally stayed up late to finish this chapter, and now I still owe six more......

It's early in the morning, I can't hold it anymore, I go to sleep, I have to get up from work in the morning tomorrow, don't forget to vote if you have a recommendation vote...... Just take it as a compensation for the author's late night, thank you!

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