She occasionally recalled Senior Brother Xiao, but she couldn't remember his voice and smile.

Qiu'er replied affirmatively, this is a good thing, indicating that the love poison is about to be resolved.

Mu Xici didn't know if the so-called poison was really solved, but he felt that such a day was pretty good. Except for the need to save his own life, he has no time to pay attention to other things.

The battle has been scorching, and the armies on both sides are a little tired. But no one expected that 10,000 demon troops would suddenly attack like an airborne attack, taking the empty mountain camp guarded by the Cangshan faction by surprise.

Because Mu Xici's team was on the west side, it did not face the army.

Although he was also injured, fortunately, his life was saved.

But this raid lost most of the elite disciples of the Cangshan Sect.

The news quickly spread back to the sect, and the head of the sect was furious and sent many monks in the late stage of the sect. Among them, of course, is Xiao Zihuan.

And when Xiao Zihuan arranged the affairs of each team by name, Mu Xici hesitated for a long time before he recognized that this person was indeed Senior Brother Xiao.

Senior brother, he has changed too much.

Although the former Senior Brother Xiao had a wooden face, he was always gentle and elegant, especially when facing her, his eyes always had a temperature like a spring breeze in March.

But at this time, the man sitting at the head of the big tent was not only expressionless, but also had no warmth around him, and between his gestures, he was like a superior who had killed and fought for many years, and his tone was so cold that he seemed to be able to freeze any living thing within three feet.

Mu Xici was stunned for a moment, and Senior Brother Xiao's change really surprised her.

The light that passed through the fire. The light that had brought her out of the darkness was gradually dimming, as if it could disappear at any moment.

From beginning to end, Senior Brother Xiao didn't look at her, Mu Xici was a little stunned, but unexpectedly relieved. After that, she continued to live a quiet and repetitive life of killing, like every monk who fought against the enemy.

The accident appeared on a hot morning, and Mu Xici, who was sorting out the news of the loss of various towns as usual, suddenly saw a message for help.

The news came from Watergate. The town is not big, it is not small, it is unremarkable. But for Mu Xici, it is very unusual. Because there is her last relative in this world. Her younger brother, sister-in-law and a pair of lovely nephews.

Without a moment's hesitation, Mu Xici held the Liqing Sword in his hand and invited himself to retreat from Watergate Town.

But this request was rejected by Xiao Zihuan.

He raised his eyebrows lightly, and his iceberg-like face became even more cold: "Your cultivation is too poor." It's a small matter to die in vain. If you do something that drags everyone back and disgraces your teacher's face. I'll be the one to be embarrassed. ”

Words are like knives, knives to the bone.

But her brother is her only relative in this world.

Mu Xici had no choice but to continue to beg for words. But the other party refused to let him go.

She gritted her teeth and turned to leave. But I heard Senior Brother Xiao instruct the people nearby in a cold voice: "In the past two days, we have strengthened our vigilance, and no one can enter and leave the camp freely without a token." ”

Naturally, this was said to her, obviously because she was afraid that he would sneak out and cause a big deal.

"Senior brother," Mu Xici had no choice, so he had to clench his teeth and kneel on the ground: "Senior brother won't let me go to the rescue, at least let someone bring a letter to the Water Mist Sect and ask them to send troops to support one or two." The Water Mist Sect's anti-demon pass is Watergate Town, and this is just a gesture for them......"

Xiao Zihuan didn't speak for a long time, and finally took a step forward and passed by Mu Xici's kneeling figure, his voice was slow and resolute: "This is impossible." ”

That night, Mu Xici forced his way into the camp, but was intercepted by Xiao Zihuan, who had been prepared, and put him in the water prison.

The water prison is a place where felons are kept, and it is heavily guarded, and the water inside has the effect of rotting bones, and every extra moment of stay is more torture. Mu Xici stayed inside for three whole days, and she couldn't escape by all means for three days, and her hoarse request was like a stone ox entering the sea, without a single response.

Three days later, the door of the water prison was finally opened, and Xiao Zihuan personally took her out of the prison door.

The sun outside was good, but it was dazzling.

Xiao Zihuan stood behind her and said slowly: "It's useless for you to go now." The town of Watergate was lost, and more than 6,000 mortals and 1,000 monks in the town died at the hands of the demons, and no one survived. ”

Mu Xiqi turned his head and looked at Xiao Zihuan's face bathed in the sun. That face is still plump and handsome, and it can still make the teachers and sisters of the entire sect fall in love. That face used to occupy all her thoughts, and it used to be the warmth that she tried everything to get closer.

"Did you know...... That's my long-lost brother...... My only relative in this world......"

"Yes. ”

"Good, good ......"

Mu Xici took two steps back and laughed.

The most painful thing in the world, she thought, was loss.

But what is more painful than loss is losing and regaining it.

It's like being stabbed by someone, and the man thinks the barrel is not in the right place, pulls out the knife and heals you, and then stabs you again. And Xiao Zihuan is the one who stabbed the knife.

Mu Xici used to only think that the four words 'from love to hate' were really strange. If you love someone, how will you hate him again. But now she understands it thoroughly.

A white cat in Xiao Zihuan's cave mansion is still cherished by him, and he is looking for ways to feed it so far, eating and sleeping well every day. And she, a living person who has been in the cave for twelve years, the only people and things she cares about, were abandoned by Xiao Zihuan and regarded as a mustard.

In his mind, she was not even as good as a cat.

As if in a funny dream, she finally woke up with a big understanding.

Fate played a joke on her, and she went around in a circle and returned to square one. After all, nothing in this world really belongs to her, and in the end, she is still alone.

If the heart is dead, what is the use of keeping it?

After that, Mu Xici gradually began to fight for his life on the battlefield, no matter how injured he was, he would not stop until the last moment of consciousness. is also a little prestige on the battlefield, and has a reputation for not being afraid of death.

But the demon clan still broke into the hinterland of the Immortal Cultivation Sect, stationed only one mountain away from the Cangshan Sect. The Water Mist Sect had all retreated into the Cangshan Sect, and Rong Xuexun invited himself to join the Empty Mountain Camp as soon as he came.

Mu Xici is still like a walking corpse on the battlefield, ignoring everything around him and only killing. Until one day, she met someone.

At that moment, the monstrous flames of Yunjia Village seemed to be rushing again, and the person standing in the clouds wantonly setting fire was standing in front of her at this moment.

No wonder she traveled all over the Fengming Continent and even the place of scattered cultivation, but she never found this person. It turned out to be a demon.

Mu Xici was shocked and left the Qing sword, and the killing intent surging directly hit the head of the demon clan. But the demon didn't fight her, and fought and retreated, leading her all the way to the edge of the cliff, and her figure flashed, and she disappeared.

The situation on the edge of the cliff is a little weird.

Huangfu Zhuo was confronting Xiao Zihuan tense at the moment, and the sword in his hand was resting on Rong Xuexun's neck.

As soon as Mu Xi arrived, the three of them looked sideways at the same time. Almost without any hesitation, Xiao Zihuan immediately pounced on her and scooped her into his arms.

There was a cold touch on his neck, it was Xiao Zihuan's Cloud Piercing Sword, which was on Mu Xici's neck at the moment, exactly the same as Huangfu Zhuo's posture.

Huangfu Zhuo smiled, with a little contempt in his tone: "Zihuan, I didn't expect you to use Yun Xuan to threaten me." Do you think it will be useful?"

Xiao Zihuan's voice was still as cold as before: "Senior Brother Huangfu, as a demon spy, it's better for you to be captured." For the sake of the same door, I will leave you a whole corpse. ”

Mu Xici, who was almost close to Xiao Zihuan's chest, could hear the strong heartbeat of the other party, probably because Rong Xuexun was nervous.

But how can she be virtuous, how can she let Xiao Zihuan coerce Senior Brother Huangfu.

Mu Xici smiled bitterly, and his heart was unusually calm.

Even when Xiao Zihuan followed her with a sword and slashed her neck, she was only a little sad.

When she pushed aside the bushes and picked up her hands, even if she had to take her life today, what could she do?

In the darkest and deepest night, the boy who gave herself light and courage, she wanted to repay it with her life, but now she doesn't have to be so troublesome.

Whatever is owed to him is to be returned.

Probably frightened by Xiao Zihuan's ruthless actions, Huangfu Zhuo was stunned for a moment, Xiao Zihuan took this opportunity to push Mu Xiqi aside, and the sword light pointed directly at Huangfu Zhuo, and recaptured Rong Xuexun when he turned back to protect.

Ignoring the others, Xiao Zihuan cautiously checked the scratched wound on Rong Xuexun's wrist, and his face was full of frost.

Huangfu Zhuo finally couldn't stand it, sighed, picked Mu Xici up, and protected the wound with spiritual power.

Looking at Mu Xi's expression, Huangfu Zhuo remembered the girl who listened to her with a smile on Yue Qingfeng many years ago, although Yun Xuan couldn't speak, but there was always a satisfied smile on her face.

He looked at Xiao Zihuan and said meaninglessly: "The thing that was held in the palm of his hand at the beginning can actually be said to fall." He shook his head sarcastically, "I'm not as good as you in that." ”

Xiao Zihuan didn't say a word, just pursed his lips, his eyes kept glued to Rong Xuexun, and he didn't even glance at Mu Xici.

Mu Xici's eyes seemed to have lost focus, and she groped with her hands on the ground blankly. Huangfu Zhuo sensed her intentions and placed Liqing in her hands.

She rubbed the blade of her sword gently, her hands full of familiar touches. Leaving Qing, leaving Qingqing, after many years of companionship, today is finally going to leave with the secretary.

The fingertips were full of aura, and only a "thump" was heard, and the unpretentious cyan long sword broke into three pieces and fell in response.

"Senior brother, between you and me, the two have been cleared up since then. ”

Xiao Zihuan's body shook, but he didn't look back after all.

"Hahaha, it's really a good show, wonderful, no less than our demons. Suddenly appeared, it was the demon clan who had been tracked by Mu Xici before, and he laughed and clapped his hands: "Since you want to play, you should have fun." (To be continued.) )