Standing at the top of the wall and looking into the distance, the only thing that catches his eye is the reckless yellow sand and the reflection of fish scales, and the monsters that come like a tide, endlessly, and with no end in sight, are like a nightmarish hallucination.

Today's night city, outside the wall is as peaceful as yesterday.

But the traces left on the city wall, the strange ice sculptures outside the wall, the mental exhaustion, the medical hall Danfang that was filled with people in the city......

It's all a reminder of everything that happened to him.

Mu Xi felt like a tight bow with a tight string, either killing the enemy with all his strength, or breaking himself when the string was full.

At this time, he was a little looking forward to the enemy coming to attack, whether it was more or less, as long as they made some noise, he could settle his heart.

Not being able to guess the enemy's intentions made this worried senior brother a little irritable.

He Guang thought that he was probably also affected by the demonic energy, and when this battle was over, he would still ask Daojun for a leave of absence and return to the sect to bubble and fish for the moon pool.

And that kid with him, you have to press in and wash it well!

Kazumitsu stood on the city wall, his thoughts diverging aimlessly......

Speaking of which, I haven't seen Daojun in the past two days.

Daojun has been staying in the City Lord's Mansion, is he feasting guests?

However, the three uninvited guests of the Proud Dragon Sect are considered guests.

Even if you don't look like a villain these days, it's still a group of troubles!

What is Shiso doing at this time?

Shiso is really feasting.

I was tired of seeing each other, she didn't want to take care of this Yuanlan Daojun of the Proud Dragon Sect, and it was not good to go to his street to find out the information, but she asked people to send a worship post early in the morning, and came to visit him with a little bit.

She couldn't find a thorn in the courtesy.

It's hard to find a reason to thank the guest, so it's better to see you.

But now that we meet, listen to what this person is asking!

"I don't know if among the disciples of your sect who came here, are there any female cultivators with eyes like autumn water?"

This man came and exchanged words with each other, but instead asked her what kind of girl!

Is their relationship so good?

This man has not forgotten who he is!

Ridiculous——! ——!

"Could it be that yesterday, Daoist friends traveled through the Night City, and no one could see it?"

Zi Su said this unceremoniously, so he almost pointed to Yuanlan's nose and asked him, do you want to ask me to pimp you!

Yuan Lan also knew that he came here abruptly today, and the question was offensive in the eyes of others.

But so what?

Whether it was from his position or identity, he didn't feel that he needed to take into account the mood and face of an honorary elder of the Star Pavilion.

Of course, it's not that you can't ask a tactful and sensational, but he doesn't want to, and he doesn't want to!

What can they do about it?

But this Yongqing Daojun is really good-natured——!

He went to Dianjiang Pavilion yesterday, and today he came to inquire about the female disciples of the other sect, but the other party didn't directly beat him out?

He himself has little interest in renewing the front edge.

Ever since I arrived in Nightfall City, the strong sense of guidance has calmed down.

The alarming, trance-like state of involuntary self-absorption also disappeared.

Probably because of his disparate temperament, he had little sympathy for the experience of the man in his dreams, nor did he have much desire for it.

The warmth and affection in the dream promised each other that the feelings of the white head would not cause him any trouble.

The name of the person he loved was Huang Yu.

He can do anything for her, so he should love her, right?

But after waking up again and again, after seeing those eyes under the tree, a suspicion suddenly arose in his heart.

After unconsciously comparing his lover to the person in his dreams again and again......

In order to prove that his senior sister is better than the other party's lover, he carefully recalled the past......

He made a sad discovery.

Masters......

Senior sister is not really herself in front of him, she always maintains a mournful posture in front of him intentionally or unconsciously or unconsciously.

Thin! Desolate!

It was such a terrible discovery, and he would rather he had never noticed.

Why is he playing a disguise in front of him? Is he not trustworthy?

Still is......

Or does she think that only the thin and sad woman can make him like her?

He wants to see his lover's eyebrows stretched without worries, and he can smile happily and brightly every day!

That's why he does so much for it.

He wanted to know if his sister was real when she was in front of him, or was she deliberately playing whom?

He wanted to know why he couldn't help himself in front of his senior sister?

Because he suddenly realized that after being separated from his senior sister far enough, he was not as reluctant to leave her as he had imagined, and he couldn't bear to leave her so much......

Perhaps, he didn't love her as much as he imagined......

Many places that make people wonder, many trivialities that he himself has consciously or unconsciously ignored and forgotten, until they are re-turned and strung together here.

He thought he might be able to find some answers or clues here, and thus touch some truth.

Out of the arrogant mentality of the Proud Dragon Sect, Yuan Lan, who didn't look at others from the moment he entered the door, was finally willing to raise his own eyelids at this time.

After sweeping the empty table with a little disgust in his eyes, Yuan Lan set his eyes on the young man at the top of the head.

"The visitor is a guest, and the night city doesn't even have a cup of tea on the table?"

"Yuanlan Daoyou handed the back foot into the door at the time, the time is in a hurry, and good tea also depends on the time, a minute of green in the morning, a point of astringency in the evening, only the water and the time are just right to taste the rhyme of tea. ”

If you don't know much about it, you can flip through the tea scriptures in your spare time, and the handwriting of the predecessors of the gods will not disappoint the Taoists. ”

Yongqing Daojun's tone was plain and bland, and there was a bit of pure persuasion when he listened carefully, but the tone that was not bad only felt extremely harsh in Yuanlan's ears.

"The Book of Tea" is indeed a good book, and Pu'er Daozun is also a strong person.

However, it hurts people but does not kill people, and if it can trap people, it does not hurt people!

The "Book of Tea" written by his hand, together with the "Heart Sutra" and "Pure Sutra", is the first choice for the disciples of the sect to suppress the demons and dissipate their anger.

I don't know how many people put down their swords and picked up hoes because they read the original of the "Book of Tea"!

Under the plain words, Yuanlan sounded full of malice.

At this moment, another word came into my ears.

"Uninvited, where can you be called a guest!"

"Kid is rude!" "Yuanlan is not a good temper, if he has a good temper, he will not turn his head and pack his clansmen together without relenting or careless, during this period, he has raised his sword and fallen to the blood of many people with the same blood under his feet.

was already in a bad mood, and when he heard what the Taoist boy was waiting for on the side, his momentum was suddenly revealed, and the coercion of the Yuanying monk poured towards the young man!

"What qualifications do you have to sit with me!" This is what Yuan Lan is most unaccustomed to the young man, and his uninvited words can only be said to have given him a reason to be angry.

Yuan Lan didn't think that he would capsize, he just waited to see the Dao boy who didn't know the number of respects and humility for a while, his face panicked, and he was so panicked that he fell from the chair and slammed down his Daojun's face-saving move.

The cultivation is quite quite, and in a hurry, it is too late for Yongqing to stop it.

Because the boy on the other side is really young, and his bone age is less than thirty.