Xue Yu, who was standing on the side, couldn't help but say to him, "Childe, the Xuan Thorn can be conjured into dozens of weapons of different forms, no matter day or night, it can be retracted and released in an invisible state, and everything depends on how Childe controls it." ”

"You mean, this thorn can make me kill people invisibly?"

"Yes. ”

"Then how can I make it completely useful to me, and no one can touch it except me?"

"This thorn itself has strong spiritual power, there are very few people in this world whose power is above it, and there are even fewer people who can control it. ”

Han Yanchen lowered his eyes when he heard this, but after a moment, he raised his eyes again, he slowly stretched out his hand, and swiped lightly in front of the Xuan Thorn, and in an instant, the Xuan Thorn brightened, and suddenly turned into an ice-transparent dagger, Han Yanchen reached out and held the dagger, and then stabbed his heart!

Xue Yu couldn't help but be surprised: "Your Majesty!"

But Han Yanchen was unharmed, and there was not even blood at the mouth of the heart, and Han Yanchen only felt that something slowly flowed into his body, and he felt cold for a while...... He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and said to Xue Wei-

"I want this thorn. ”

Such a firm tone made Xue Yu secretly taken aback, for some reason, she couldn't help but feel happy for him when she saw that Han Yanchen liked this Xuan Thorn so much.

This icicle was originally found in the snowy mountain, the aura is very powerful, the whole body is crystal clear and the ice is extremely beautiful, no one has been able to control this thorn, even herself, sometimes it is difficult to control herself from being hurt by it, but at this moment, watching Han Yanchen hold the thorn in his hand and fiddle back and forth to cast spells, Xue Yu seems to understand a little, why Han Yanchen can easily control it.

Because of him, it's a good match.

It was as if he had been born for him.

Xue Yu's heart suddenly swelled with this feeling, maybe because he is a Tianyu Phoenix, he has enough strong spiritual power to control the Xuan Thorn, let the Xuan Thorn worship under his spiritual light, that is probably a unique and unparalleled spiritual light, no matter how bright the Xuan Thorn is, it is only a slight light on his fingertips.

And Han Yanchen also thought so, so he took away the Xuan Thorn and integrated it into his body, everything was too easy, so simple that it made him incredible, it turned out that having the invincible spiritual power in the world was this feeling, because of the appearance of the Xuan Thorn, he understood and understood this feeling better.

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On the last day of the City Lord's Mansion, Nan Kongqian was still running back and forth about the poisonous scorpion, and Han Yanchen wanted to say goodbye to him, but he couldn't catch his time, so he had no choice but to give up, turned around and went to the tallest tower in Jiangling City, and began to manipulate and play with his Xuan Thorn on the top of the tower.

What Emperor Ji said, Xuan Thorn can conjure dozens of weapons is not true, in addition to weapons, Xuan Thorn can also be illusion of any tangible thing in the world, just a conjured thing, although the shape is similar, but in fact it is still a state of ice, Han Yanchen watched Xuan Thorn turn back and forth in his hands into various shapes, and suddenly remembered the torture of Ice that he had suffered in Qilin Gate before!

The appearance of the Ice Sword had been lingering in his mind, for some reason, he just suddenly remembered in his mind, the thorn in his hand seemed to be able to sense what he was thinking, and unconsciously conjured up a Ice Sword, which was quietly held in his hand.

Han Yanchen couldn't help but look down, when he saw the Ice Sword in his hand, the picture of the execution suddenly appeared in his mind, countless sword blades pointed at him, and countless terrifying cold qi also approached him, everything gradually condensed together, and then, stabbed at him suddenly!

Han Yanchen couldn't help but startle his pupils, the picture in his mind seemed to be right in front of him, profound and unforgettable, I don't know when, Nan Kongqian came to his side, and when he looked at the Ice Sword in his hand, he couldn't help but tremble, and the whole person was suddenly stunned in place.

He was stunned at first, and then his eyes couldn't help but pass a trace of sadness, obviously, a picture also flashed in his mind, but he quickly regained his composure, pretending to be curious, "I saw you go to the Silk Pavilion today, is this something that Mrs. Youluo gave you?"

"Well, I've long heard that there are many magic weapons in the Silk Yarn Pavilion, so I went there to ask Mrs. Youluo for a magic weapon in the face of Shu Xie Zhenren. Han Yanchen looked at him slightly, and Nankong quipped with a disdainful glance, "You are really shameless! No wonder Shu Xie Zhenren wants you to go back as soon as possible, if you stay for a while longer, I'm afraid that his old man's reputation will be ruined in your hands!"

Hearing this, Han Yanchen lowered his head and smiled, cast a spell to put away the Xuan Thorn, and did not speak.

The two of them stood quietly on the top of the tower, overlooking the Jiangling night at their feet, the two people who seemed to be calm, but their hearts were different, Nan Kongqian seemed to have returned to the taciturn appearance on Hanyan Peak, everything began to hold in his heart, not saying anything, and Han Yanchen gradually realized that he and Nan Kongqian, I am afraid that he really can't go back to the past!

They have different identities, different experiences, and different missions, Nankong Qian is a human being, and he is the young city lord of Jiangling City, in the future, he will inherit the entire Nan family and become the city lord of Jiangling City, and himself, sooner or later, he will return to the Demon Realm one day, unify the Demon Realm and become the real Demon Emperor, and at that time, there will be no more anything to do with each other!

"In fact, before I didn't know your identity, I didn't have any feelings and expectations for this world, the only thing I thought about in my mind was the Nan family, which was the Dusheng Mirror, but after knowing that you were the former Lin Shuihan, I seemed to be alive all of a sudden, no matter what I did, I had you by my side and give me advice, this feeling of being able to rely on you is really good, some time ago, I really thought we were back in the time when we were in Qilinmen, you know?"

Nan Kongqian suddenly opened his mouth and sighed, startled by the cold smoke and dust, and turned his head to look at him.

"But such times will always pass, and no one can be with anyone forever, right?" he smiled and looked at Han Yanchen, and he, feeling very overwhelmed by these sudden words of Nankong Qian.

"My father said that after a while, he will hand over the Nan family to me, and the Du Sheng Mirror will also completely exist in my mind, and at that time, he will die, and I will become the real master of the Nan family. ”

When Nan Kongqian said this, Han Yanchen's eyes trembled, and there seemed to be a bitterness in his throat, but he still endured it, and listened to Nan Kongqian continue, "My father said that once I become the city lord of Jiangling City, I will not return to Qilin Gate, so your departure this time should be regarded as the last time we will meet and say goodbye." ”

I don't know why, Nan Kongqian said very calmly and indifferently, but Han Yanchen always felt a sadness inexplicably, he hung his head a little sadly, listening to Nan Kongqian's words, he felt very uncomfortable, and finally came to this point, they finally had to part ways, and then face the world separately?

"You just said that your father would die...... What does it mean?" Han Yanchen lowered his eyes, and infinite sorrow suddenly surged in his heart, and his heart couldn't help but tremble faintly when he thought of what Nan Kongqian said.

"It's nothing, people always die! My father is so old, this is also human nature. Nan Kongqian said with an indifferent face, but Han Yanchen's heart trembled fiercely, he couldn't help but look at the young man beside him distressedly, he always thought that he felt that Nan Kongqian was happy, because he had a family, a father, and so many people loved him and spoiled him, but now, he felt that the two of them were actually almost the same.

People will always grow up, no one can stay in the innocent age forever, at that time in the Qilin Gate free and unrestrained past, destined to only become a memory, some roads, once walked up, is to another world, and some people, destined to his road is not the same as you, even if you can join hands, to the final fork in the road, will still be separated.

Everyone has their own path.

Nan Kong Qian looked into the distance, there was a kind of infinite sadness and confusion, Han Yanchen also shook his head helplessly, with an indifferent face, pretending to be relaxed and cheerful, "Since there is so much sorrow, otherwise, let's go to the bar again!" He turned his head to look at Nan Kongqian, and Nan Kongqian also looked at him when he heard the words.

"How about not getting drunk?" Han Yanchen raised his eyebrows, and Nan Kongqian couldn't help but smile and nodded, "Okay!"

The two sat in an inconspicuous tavern in the city and drank glass after glass, and after a few glasses of alcohol, they began to feel a trace of drunkenness on their faces, but the two of them were still unrelenting, pouring wine into each other, and in the night sky, even the moonlight began to show drunkenness.

A glass of wine, a cup of sorrow, said that it was not clear that it was sorrow, Nankong drank shallowly, the wine was intoxicating, and people began to get drunk, his eyes couldn't help but moisten, and drop after drop of tears fell into the wine, blending into one and being drunk by him.

Although Han Yanchen was drunk with him, his mind was still very sober, and he looked at Nankong's helpless and uncomfortable appearance, and his heart was also very uncomfortable, but he didn't know what to say to comfort him at this moment, so he had to continue to drink with his head stuffy and not say a word.

Time passed little by little, and soon, the night was darkened deeply, there were few pedestrians on the street, most of them had gone home to sleep, and the cold smoke and dust helped Nankong to walk on the streets of Jiangling City step by step, staggering, staggering, obviously blurred, but still pretending to see everything, step by step.