The night extends to the deepest part of the sky.

A white Audi A7 drove into the thick night, and a man in the back seat of the car crossed his legs and watched the gradually emerging city.

The long-haired man in black showed half of his face covered with scars, as if he had been swallowed and spit out by some giant beast, extremely hideous.

The fingers of the two hands are crossed together, the left hand looks white and slender, but the right hand is full of scars left by the fire, which looks shocking, and the left and right hands form a very sharp contrast.

The driver was a meticulous man with combed hair, black-framed glasses, and an unusually rigid face, like an emotionless machine, he was talking on the phone, his voice was very weak, and finally handed the phone to the scarred man in the back seat and said, "Miss's phone." ”

The scarred man's face turned slowly, his eyes were white, full of death, he stretched out his hand covered with burns to take the phone, and then put it to his ear and said, "Miss, I have arrived in Beicheng." ”

"Against Luo Qingcang, you are a little sure. A cold but silver bell-like female voice came from the other side.

It's ghostly, it's ethereal, like a voice that shouldn't exist in the world.

"There is only Luo Qingcang with Wang Chuhe by his side, and he can be seventy percent sure of it. The man said, his vocal cords as if he had been damaged in some way, and it sounded particularly uncomfortable.

This seemingly emotionless remark sounds like a fantasy, and in the ears of anyone who cares, it can sound thunder.

An existence that can take down Luo Qingcang with seven points of certainty, how terrible will this be?

Or is it still a person?

"Luo Qingcang's left and right hands will also arrive in Beicheng the day after tomorrow, you can't take him, but I want you to take another thing from him, it may be easier for you, but it is better to be able to get rid of such a remnant. The girl said, her voice was not stained, but she was talking about the deepest things in this river and lake.

"I see, I'll get it back for you. The scar man said, barely any extra nonsense.

"Sentient beings, do what you should do, don't touch any other grievances, Jupu can't keep a person with rivers and lakes on his body, don't forget who made you step to such a height along the way. The girl said, not at all like a threat.

"I understand. ”

"Go ahead, get back the three-character sword, and then the bureau will end this grudge. ”

In the last sentence, the phone call ended, and the scar man also put down his mobile phone and said to the man who was driving: "Find Luo Qingcang, I want his life..."

The stream will always flow to the sea, just as grievances will always find a clue.

Luo Qingcang may be the source of all this.

On the top floor of a towering building in the capital, a young girl put down a landline at the same time, her skin was as white as frost, and her white clothes and long hair were almost perfect, and her temperament was transcendent, and her beauty was ethereal, which made people feel unreal.

But in front of this glittering girl, there is countless darkness, and then countless eyes are hidden.

"Isn't it a little difficult to let Su Zhongsheng deal with Luo Qingcang?"

A particularly majestic voice came from the darkness.

"It's not proper, it's not proper...", another sentence came from the darkness.

"Luo Qingcang is not as powerful as you think, and now, more than one person wants to kill that guy, he touches something that shouldn't be touched, the three-character sword can fall into anyone's hands, but not into his hands. The girl said, ignoring the majestic aura in the darkness.

"Since the eldest lady said this, then let Su sengling face Luo Qingcang, if Su sengling really takes Luo Qingcang, then everything will be over, Chen Tianshi's incense will also end here, if Su sentient beings can't take Luo Qingcang, the three-character sword may not be in Luo Qingcang's hands, that little green snake, but still alive. An old man's voice came from the darkness.

"The grievances of these successive generations have come to an end, and the scourge left by Chen Tianshi can be regarded as having a good ending. Another old man's voice.

The girl listened, her expression did not change much, as if she had already adapted to this atmosphere, her nails without any impurities were placed on the table, and then said, "Tianshi Chen, there is more than such a scourge left. ”

The darkness was silent, then there was a burst of ridicule, and finally someone said: "That lone wolf has already died in the hands of Luo Qingcang, even if he is alive, what can he do? He can step out of the rivers and lakes that Luo Qingcang can't even step on? Ridiculous, he is just a defective product left by Chen Tianshi." ”

There was another uncomfortable laugh, leaving no stone unturned in slamming the poor lone wolf.

The girl was still unmoved, but said lightly: "Chen Tianshi, it is also a defective product left over from the previous era, but unfortunately, only he stepped out of the rivers and lakes and stood under the bureau, at that time, it was clear that your face was full of fear. ”

The darkness fell silent again, but it didn't take long for it to be broken.

"Absolutely! there will definitely not be a second Chen Tianshi, if it really exists, then let's cut the grass and eradicate the roots again!"

The angry voice resounded throughout the room, but the girl, who had been expressionless, frowned at this time.

This seemingly angry voice may be loud or majestic, but in fact, she can feel a taboo from her bones.

The girl sighed, then was speechless.

Often, the things that no one wants to see, often happen.

When a poisonous snake is eyeing Luo Qingcang, maybe this northern eagle can easily win, but when countless poisonous snakes are staring at it, it may also be the moment when this arrogant eagle falls.

In the cold winter night, even in the depths, there are still sleepers, some people are waiting for those who will never return, some people are brewing ambitions in the corners, some people are squandering in the excitement, and some people are still lingering.

And the woman standing on the drum tower in Nancheng does not belong to any category of people, but it is not fresh and refined at all, the cigarette in her fingers makes her a little more dusty, it is clearly a face that is obviously beautiful but has experienced too many vicissitudes, but at this moment there is a clear glint in her eyes.

Before leaving, Liu Qingsong asked her what her purpose was, or what she wanted to do.

She didn't answer Liu Qingsong, not that she didn't want to tell the old man who had a hard time walking down the teahouse with a cane, but she couldn't give herself a definite answer, but she clearly understood that as long as she held the sword in her hand, everyone would look for her, and she really wanted to know who the first person to find her was.