"Brush the ......" The sound of falling leaves drifted into Feng Xiaohan's ears. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Someone!

Extreme sensitivity led him to this conclusion in the first place.

He didn't stop, he continued to move forward, glancing at the paintings on the wall from time to time.

For some reason, he always felt that these pictures were familiar, as if he had just seen them not long ago.

"Brush the ......" With his sense of hearing, Feng Xiaohan could detect that this strange sound was getting louder and louder, which also meant that he was getting closer and closer to the place where the sound came from.

And this place is uninhabited and impermeable, so it is impossible to make this sound for no reason.

The only reason, after a lot of elimination, is only one.

Feng Xiaohan looked at the painting on the wall again, and the corners of his lips slightly hooked up a charming arc.

His pace unintentionally quickened.

"Brush ......"

He paused suddenly, and in front of him was a bend.

The sound of "brush brush ......" kept on.

For some reason, Feng Xiaohan felt that his heart was beating faster with the sound.

Because, he could clearly feel that on the other side of the corner, there was a living object!

And the only one who could be here, isn't there?

The jade pendant is faintly vibrating, as if to show its excitement!

Feng Xiaohan's movements paused at this time.

He was suddenly a little overwhelmed.

What should he say when he sees Jiu?

Or, don't say anything, just get to the bottom and finish your own thing early?

"Brush the ......" was hesitating in the cold of the wind flute, and the sound stopped abruptly.

Coming to my ears was an old, dull voice.

"Who? Who's there?" for some reason, it makes people feel that the owner of this voice is very powerless, very helpless, very desolate, and there is a faint despair......

The corners of Feng Xiaohan's mouth were dyed with a wry smile.

If it were possible, he really wouldn't want to care about these things at all, these trivial matters related to the love of children!

After all, even Qing officials find it difficult to correctly judge family affairs.

What's more, there is such a thing as feelings, how can there really be who is right and who is wrong?

Those who love each other are deeper than each other, and they will always admit defeat first.

Feng Xiaohan calmed his heart, and finally walked up quickly, stepped around the corner, and returned to a calm expression on his face, however, the scene he saw was even more shocking than he imagined!

What caught his eye was a gray-haired old man, with countless blood marks on his body, and the white robe he was wearing had long since been tattered with the years and the injuries left by the whip, and in some places it was stained with blood marks, which had dried up.

His skin was dull yellow, and wrinkles were crawling all over his forehead without hesitation.

His hands and feet were still tightly locked in the cold, explanatory shackles.

His hand was close to the wall, and he was holding a stone in his hand, and he carved a painting on the wall, and at a glance, it was as delicate and carefully drawn as the painting on the wall when he walked all the way just now.

And the sound of "brushing" that he heard just now is undoubtedly the one he made when he depicted it.

Feng Xiaohan raised his eyebrows, forcibly suppressed all the surprise and curiosity in his heart, as if all the doubts just now did not exist, and said lightly: "Jiu?"

The old man listened to the voice, slowly turned his head, moved his gaze to Feng Xiaohan's face, looked at it for a few seconds, and suddenly a smile full of irony appeared on his face, and even in his tone, there was a little more sense of fierceness and hatred: "Young man, you were sent by the Immortal King, right?"

Feng Xiaohan didn't answer, but he was even more sure in his heart that the old man in front of him was his goal when he came to the fairy world this time!

And Feng Xiaohan's silence became a default in the eyes of the old man.

"If it's sent by the Immortal King, then please go back! I don't want to deal with people related to the Immortal King!"

Feng Xiaohan still ignored what the old man said, and walked straight towards the old man's location.

A chill flashed in the old man's eyes: "What, could it be that the order the Immortal King gave you this time is to kill me?"

He paused, and a trace of sadness and sarcasm suddenly appeared in his eyes: "Sure enough, is he still impatient? It was a question sentence, but it was an affirmative tone.

Seeing that Feng Xiaohan still didn't speak, the old man was not in a hurry, and he didn't seem to have the luxury of expecting Feng Xiaohan to be able to talk to him, so he continued to talk to himself: "Young man, listen to my advice, kill me, and leave quickly, otherwise, do you really think that the fairy king will be the same as what he promised you? Will he give you a high-ranking official? Don't dream! If you know me, it is equivalent to knowing the secret of the fairy king, do you think that the fairy king will allow a person who knows his secret to live in this world?" He will decisively choose to kill you at the first opportunity, no matter how useful you are to him. Because the Immortal King knows very well that only the dead are the ones he can trust the most. ”

At the end, the old man slowly closed his eyes, as if he was waiting for the end of his life, as if he was looking forward to Feng Xiaohan's answer, and as if he was recalling his past.

After being silent for a long time, when the old man's sigh and despair were about to flood his entire heart, Feng Xiaohan, who had not spoken, finally spoke, with contempt in his tone: "Benjun, it was not sent by the Immortal King. The Immortal King doesn't have the courage to instruct Benjun to do things. ”

Feng Xiaohan didn't want to hide his identity at all, and there was no need to deliberately hide his identity.

His identity, whether it is for Ming Rou or Jiu, who has become an old man in front of him, does not matter.

The old man's eyes opened instantly, with a little disbelief and suspicion: "You are not a person sent by the Immortal King?"

"It's not. Feng Xiaohan paused, and his voice became cold, "But Benjun is indeed going to kill your people." ”

"Kill me, since you are not a person sent by the Immortal King, why did you come to kill me? Young man, I don't seem to have any grudges with you. It's not that the old man is timid and afraid, but he thinks that even if he dies, he will die clearly, right?

How many people in the world are willing to die for no reason and in vain?

The estimated number is zero, right?

Feng Xiaohan hooked his lips slightly, and did not speak, but stepped forward and handed the jade pendant that was emitting a strong dazzling light to the old man.

The old man stretched out his already thin and dry hands, and took them with some trembling.

After he saw the item he had just gotten, his eyes suddenly lit up, and all kinds of emotions filled his eyes!

Surprise, remorse, pain, nostalgia......

Feng Xiaohan was not in a hurry to let the old man speak, but took a few steps back, separated from the old man by some distance.

He knew that at this time, what Jiu really needed was not a detailed explanation from his Feng Xiaohan, but Jiu's own emotional digestion.

"You ......"