Dinner ended in an awkward and treacherous atmosphere. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoI was relieved when I got back to my room.

Nan Ronglie was dragged out by Ni Xiaonuan and said that he wanted to do something important, Nan Ronglie looked at me reluctantly and a little apologetically. I gave him a 'rest assured' look, and finally let him leave with his little sister with peace of mind for the time being.

Bai Pujia needs special protection because she is a saint who is passed down from person to person, so Nan Ronglie arranged for four pairs to follow her inseparably. Come to think of it, this is also staring. Remembering that day, Nan Ronglie discussed with me that day, and estimated that Bai Pujia had exhausted the calculations, and I didn't know that he had become a chess piece in the hands of the prince of Nanguo.

Sometimes we often think that we are a trader, we can play a good chess hand, and the life and death of the chess pieces are up to us. However, as everyone knows, the person who holds the chess in his hand is not a chess piece in the hands of others.

Qin Wuya saw that Nan Ronglie and Feng Changwen had sandwiched dishes for me a few times from the dinner table, and had just added two bowls of soup, so he stared at me unscrupulously. After dinner, he said goodbye to everyone and left.

He said goodbye to everyone, but ignored me.

Anyway, he saw what he wanted to see, and he should die.

Xiaoxing was a little tired from taking care of me, so I asked him to rest and let him go.

I asked the shopkeeper for a pot of Pu'er to eat, and waited for Feng Changwen to come to me while drinking tea.

He said that there was news about the ink dust and smoke, could it be that the Imperial Scorpion that he had been tracking down had the whereabouts?

This is the most long-awaited thing, Master is dedicated to me, and I will give my life to save him.

As soon as the tea was served, the door was pushed open by Feng Changwen.

Before he could enter the house, I got up and said, "Shall I go now?"

"Where?" he closed the door, walked over to the table, picked up my cup and sniffed it, "It smells so good." ”

I glared at him. He grinned, "I mean tea!"

"Didn't you say you were going to see my master? Why don't you leave now?"

It's late, I'm afraid I won't be able to go when I come back. I didn't want him to know that I only had five years to live, but for some reason, my memories gradually returned, and I had more and more secrets that I didn't know how to confide in him.

Feng Changwen poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip and nodded, as if he was savoring the aftertaste of tea in his mouth.

I waited impatiently and urged him: "What's the matter with you? You can't leave at all? If you don't leave, it's too late!"

"Not going!" he sat down.

"You?" I glared at him, suddenly realizing that he must have come to fault me because I hadn't told him about the accident in the ruined temple.

There may be no news of the Imperial Scorpion at all.

Thinking about this, I suddenly sat down across from him like a deflated ball.

It took me a long time before I complained to him: "You can joke about anything, but this one can't." Master is still in a coma, why don't you think of a way, or lie to me?"

"What am I lying to you? He squinted at me, looking like he was winning. I could see that my teeth were itching, and I really wanted to punch him. I knew he was here to settle old scores.

"What do you get in exchange?"

"The whereabouts of the Imperial Scorpion!" he winked at me, waiting for me to speak.

"Deal. ”

I don't want to talk about the broken temple because my status as a saint is really embarrassing. It is also based on a portrait, Bai Pujia can be called a saint, and I am also a painting to determine the identity. I don't want to be a joke in the mouth of others without real evidence.

But Feng Changwen was so curious that I would tell the truth. Bet that he is Master's best friend and will not harm me.

He listened to me and was silent for a long time.

I thought he was going to pay the bill, and I was thinking about theorizing, but he said, "That's right." What I couldn't figure out was finally right. ”

I was confused by what he said, and when I asked him what he meant, he didn't hide it and told me something that could prove that I was a saint.

It turned out that the lover Gu raised by Mo Chenyan recognized people.

This Gu worm was originally carefully cultivated by the god of Chi to save the injured saint from Liyan.

When the female Gu eats the blood of the Yidi Holy Maiden, she will be picky eaters. Ordinary people, even if they are in the middle and lower Gu worms, will eat back and lose their lives. And Mo Chenyan must know my identity as a saint before he took the risk of using this method to save me.

Feng Changwen stared at me intently and said affirmatively: "You are the true saint! ”

"Let's not talk about this matter for the time being, I am concerned about the whereabouts of the Emperor Scorpion. ”

He put down the teacup in his hand and asked, "Do you remember Yan Wuxing?"

I pondered for a moment and recalled the past related to Yan Wuxing, although it was a little vague, but I generally knew that he was not a good person. It once killed me.

"The Imperial Scorpion is in his place?"

Feng Changwen nodded.

"He wanted to force the Protoss to tell the secret of breaking the copper ring. He is the younger brother of Ink Dust. ”

My memory replays in front of my eyes, a man in front of the cave looking for Mo Chenyan, who was very angry at the time and stuck his chopsticks into the cliff wall.

I saw the man's evil smile.

"I remember. It turned out to be him. ”

Feng Changwen: "Tomorrow is the last dose of medicine, and after taking it, your memories will all be unsealed." But tomorrow will also be dangerous. I will watch over you. ”

"Tell me where Yan Wuxing is, I'm going to get the Imperial Scorpion back!"

"Even if your martial arts recover, it won't necessarily be his opponent. Who do you want to go? Your Dharma Protector?"

He reminded me. I hurriedly nodded: "Allure Nightfall will help me." ”

He laughed.

"No way. Yi Di and the Chi God Clan are now incompatible, and Yi Di can't wait for Mo Chenyan to die soon. Do you think he will help you? Not only will he not help you, but if he knew Mo Chenyan's current situation, he might fall into the well and find an opportunity to kill him. So you can't see the ink dust for a while. ”

That night, Feng Changwen and I discussed several ways to save the ink dust and smoke and seize the emperor scorpion, but we couldn't reach an agreement due to various scruples.

The next day, a group of seven of us set off in three carriages to Wei Guohengdu.

I sat in a carriage with Bai Pujia and Ni Xiaonuan. To be honest, I spend all day in a small space facing Bai Pujia, and I'd rather go out and ride a horse to blow the cold wind. It's a pity that I begged a few times, but Nan Ronglie didn't agree because I was afraid that I would freeze.

On the contrary, Ni Xiaonuan can go out from time to time and ride her big horse for a while. Much more comfortable than me.

When Bai Pujia saw her go out, she approached me and complained to me. said a bunch of bad things about Ni Xiaonuan.

I didn't bother to listen to this, so I asked her why she didn't tell Nam Rongyeol, and she was speechless for a while. I took the opportunity to change carriages and sit with Xiaoxing.

Nan Ronglie and Feng Changwen rode at the front of the group, four in the last carriage. After leaving the town, I walked for a long time and entered a forest.

In winter, the trees have lost their leaves, and snow is still falling on their trunks. Xiaoxing and I were bored in the car and played rope flipping, and the two of us were having fun when we felt a lot of residual snow falling on the roof of the car.

At first, I didn't take it seriously, but suddenly it dawned on me that someone had fallen from a tree.

Just as he was about to alert the attention of outsiders, he heard the sound of swords refuting each other.

Xiaoxing was busy in front of me, pulling out his weapon to protect me.

An unfamiliar voice outside shouted: "Nan Ronglie, hand over the Holy Maiden and spare you from death!"

(To be continued.) )