"I didn't think it was you. "Song Wenji, the most cherished righteous daughter of the first iron kettle Zhenjun in Tianlu Hall, who is famous for her beauty and beauty, and is also the leader of the younger generation in the True Immortal League, stood behind Lao Ma, looked at him, frowned slightly, and suddenly said such a sentence.

Lao Ma didn't seem surprised or angry at Song Wenji's somewhat brainless words, he even nodded and said, "It's almost, I didn't expect it to be you." ”

Song Wenji stopped talking, her beautiful eyes flickered, staring at Lao Ma's fat face, her eyes were as sharp as knives.

The old horse took a step back, raised his hands as if to show his harmlessness and helplessness, and said, "Okay, okay, I don't mean anything else." ”

Song Wenji snorted and put away a strange blade in her hand, and the old horse took advantage of this gap to sneak a glance at her hand, and in that hurried glance, she felt that the blade seemed to be a bit like the shape of a strange hook.

However, Song Wenji's movements were very fast, and the weapon disappeared from her hand in an instant, and she didn't know where it went.

"Why not Lu Chen?" Song Wenji sneered, looking at Lao Ma's eyes as if there was a bit of mockery, and said, "Could it be that the person he believes in the most is actually you, it seems that Lu Chen is just a pawn on the surface." ”

The old horse shook his head and said, "That person's mind, where can we guess it." ”

Song Wenji pursed her lips, looking disapproving, and then said, "Okay, don't talk nonsense, what is that person looking for me?"

Lao Ma took out an envelope that had been sealed from his arms and handed it to her, saying, "He didn't tell me, he just handed me this letter and asked me to pass it on to you, saying that after you read it, you will naturally understand what to do." ”

Song Wenji's face changed slightly, stared at the envelope for a moment, and then reached out to take it, but suddenly took it back, and then actually took out a pair of thin leather gloves from her arms and put them on her hands, and then solemnly accepted the letter. It looks like he is facing a great enemy, for fear that there is some poison attached to this letter, or that there is something dangerous and terrible hidden in this thin letter.

The old horse looked a little sluggish, and after a while, he couldn't help but say, "It's not like this, right?"

Song Wenji glanced at him lightly and said, "If you don't say it, it won't be enough, I don't know you well." Besides, who knows if you're going to secretly collude with someone to come and harm me?"

The old horse was speechless, just waved his hand and did not speak.

Song Wenji carefully opened the letter and pulled out a piece of paper from the envelope, she was always careful in the process, but nothing happened as Lao Ma said.

Song Wenji was always calm about this, and she didn't feel embarrassed at all, on the contrary, she also took two steps back, farther away from the old horse, and then opened the letter and looked at it, looking like she didn't believe people at all.

Lao Ma was also helpless about this, and after thinking about it, he had no other intentions to show that he was above board, so he simply took a few steps back.

Song Wenji was about to concentrate on the letter, but at this time she raised her eyes slightly and glanced at him, but that's all, there was no more performance in this charming woman, and then, her eyes focused on the letter paper and looked at it carefully.

Lao Ma took the envelope for a long time, but he really didn't peek at what was written on the letter paper inside along the way, first, he didn't have this mind, and then he really didn't dare. But this matter made it clear what was written in the envelope was the most important thing, so he also stared at Song Wenji tightly, trying to see something from her face.

But Song Wenji didn't change the slightest look on her face from beginning to end, as if she had just finished reading an innocuous ordinary letter, and after she finished reading it, she silently folded the letter paper in half with her hands wearing thin leather gloves, and then rubbed her hands a few times, and suddenly a flame came out of her palm, green smoke rose, and the paper was ignited.

The old horse subconsciously took a step forward, Song Wenji looked up at him, and the old horse immediately stopped and spread his hands to show that he had no intentions.

Song Wenji looked at him lightly, the flame burned quickly in her palm, and soon engulfed the entire letter paper, burning all the handwriting on it to ashes.

The woman let go of her hand, the flames dimmed, the ashes drifted in the wind, and the vanished words turned into dust and scattered between heaven and earth, never to be found again.

Lao Ma looked at her, and suddenly felt that the scene in front of him seemed a little familiar, like the young man many years ago. They all stood in the shadows of darkness, living in silence and solitude, living with perseverance and tenacity in an environment where ordinary people might go crazy.

Sometimes, Lao Ma himself will wonder what is supporting this kind of person?

"I'm leaving. Song Wenji said very casually, as if nothing had happened before.

"It's almost dawn!" she seemed to say with emotion when she left, and she looked a little relieved.

Then, she really left the place, never looking back.

The old horse stood in place for a while, then looked up at the sky, and saw that the sea of blood in the sky was surging, tumbling and gloomy, still pressing towards the center of the city. The sky will only get darker and darker, how can there be a tendency to become half bright?

The old horse sighed, turned around and looked at the ancient roads on the edge of the immortal city in the distance, looked at the people who were still leaving this prosperous city, and said to himself in a low voice: "My lord, he shouldn't believe him, maybe it's possible to protect him." As for me......"

His voice gradually lowered, and there was a bit of self-deprecation on his face, but his voice was not very real.

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After all, Lu Chen still felt that something was wrong with him, and the reason why it took a long time to wake up was because he finally found that there seemed to be an important person missing from his side. In the old days, the fat man who seemed useless was the only one who would tell him the truth and give him advice in time.

Now that he is gone, during this period of time, Lu Chen has a feeling of returning to the past in the Demon Sect, letting go of the shackles in his heart, taking life and death more and more lightly, hitting harder and heavier, killing people more and more easily, and after killing, he will faintly get a kind of pleasure.

This was something he hadn't encountered when he was in the Demon Cult.

Ah Tu woke him up, and one morning, the first thing he saw was bloodthirsty red eyes.

Lu Chen was startled, and then suddenly, like an initiation, he suddenly woke up from that somewhat trance-like emotion.

The events of these days quickly came to mind, one by one in his mind, and then he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Hell yes!"