"Sister..."

As far as the eye could see, Liuli shouted, and his voice was full of a man's depth. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info she waved her sleeves, and dozens of darts flew out of her cuffs and headed towards Li Ziqian.

Li Ziqian was stunned, and some didn't react to the low male voice. When the dart was in front of him, when the ink ruler subconsciously lifted the bell, his head was also crooked, and the less dart brushed his face, and the tip of the dart hooked up with blood splashes.

Boom!

The air currents were stretched apart by the wings, and the crimson wings were like borrowing a layer of red-hot clouds from the sky. Suddenly, it appeared behind the two sides of the exile, inciting the air to fly towards the snow geese with force.

The dagger in her hand retracted its cuff with the turn of her wrist, and it stayed at the side of the snow goose. She glanced at the wound on the snow goose's arm and barked her teeth at Xiang like a beast.

Xue Yan didn't pay attention to Xiang Yiming's question, she looked at the overlord knife in Xiang Yiming's hand and was a little distracted, she just wanted to ask. Drift had already wrapped his arms around her thin waist, his wings waving, and he pulled her back with his arms.

She struggled a little in Drift's arms, and Drift didn't pay attention to her face. She just flew into the sky until she turned into two points in the eyes of Xiang Yiming and Li Ziqian.

"Pure-blooded Featherman!"

Li Ziqian didn't chase after him, he looked up at the drift who flew into the distance and said something in a low voice. In a distraction, he remembered the man's voice just now, and his expression began to become a little weird.

Xiang Yiming also raised his head, but his eyes were not on Liuli. For the sudden behavior of the displacement just now, he was not as surprised as Li Ziqian.

After all, he was also a pure-blooded feather man when he was in Los Angeles. It's a royal family that can spread its wings at any time, not an ordinary feathered person who can only spread its wings at the end of the month.

He looked at the snow goose who was being embraced, clenched the knife in his hand, and the appearance of the snow goose losing his mind just now came to mind.

.........

At the campfire sat two women, one of whom was wrapped in white gauze on her arm, and the inner layer of the gauze was dark with blood.

The other woman looked at the flickering flames with a sleepy face, grabbing a thick branch with her right hand and poking into the bonfire from time to time.

"Exile.."

The snow goose called in a low voice, leaned her head against the trunk behind her, threw a log into the fire, and closed her eyes.

"What? sister..."

Liuli raised his head and prostrate towards the snow goose, leaning his face on the side of the snow goose's chest, staring at the snow goose's chin wide.

"What you once thought was lost has vaguely appeared in front of your eyes, are you willing to look for it?"

"No, I've already broken my heart for what I've lost, and if that vague thing isn't, I'll be sad again." Liuli's sideways body arched towards the snow goose, and said with a small mouth pursed.

"But if that vague thing is something you once thought you lost, and you found it, you'd be glad too..."Snow Goose opened her eyes and stroked her silky hair with her hand, she looked down at the Drift leaning against her side and smiled.

Sometimes she often thinks that it would be nice to be a woman if she was really a woman, and it would be a great thing to have a sister in this way. But the exile is not a woman, not even a man.

She remembered that the first time she saw the exile was the year after the fall of her Zhou state. At that time, the exile was already like a woman. She didn't know about the past of the exile, and she never asked about her past exile, and the two had known each other like this for nearly ten years.

When she heard Snow Goose say this, she didn't speak. She watched as Snow Goose's pale hand brushed the tips of her hair. She smiled stupidly, hugged Xue Yan tighter, and asked, "Sister, why did you lose your mind when you killed today?"

"He's like a loved one I once thought I had lost, the knife, and his blue eyes—" Snow Goose paused, her words fluctuating. The orange flames fell on her pupils, pulsing unsteadily.

"Then my sister will go looking for him, won't she?"

Liuli's eyes widened, and she saw the firelight jumping on Snow Goose's face, and she raised herself on the uneven ground with her elbows, and asked hurriedly.

"Hmm."

Xue Yan nodded, turning her face sideways to think about Xiang Yiming's eyes, those blue and cold eyes.

"Brother, why are you getting older and more stupid, and you don't say anything now?"

"Sister, why is the snow white, not the color of my pupils, I want to see the blue snow.."

Looking at the snow goose who suddenly lost her mind, she gently shook the snow goose's body with her hand, pouted and said dissatisfiedly: "But he hurt you, I want to kill him!"

Looking at the wounds of the snow goose, his words were as low as a man on the battlefield.

"Exile.."

Xue Yan snorted, patted her injured hand on the head of the exile, frowned, and her eyes were dissatisfied: "You can't hurt him, I won't let you hurt him."

"And what if he doesn't?" Wandering immediately retorted, standing up, looking down at the snow goose with its back against the tree.

There was no answer, and the snow goose pulled the burnt ash out of the flames with a small twig, added another piece of wood, and buried her head in the answer.

"Then I'll kill him."

.............

Li Ziqian and Xiang Yiming had already left Xuzhou, and the two of them were lying on the ground looking at the sky. Each thinks about his own business.

After a long time, Xiang Yiming suddenly asked, "What kind of organization is the Killer Gate?"

"The organization that takes money to kill people, it belongs to the Heavenly Machine Pavilion." Li Ziqian looked at the blue sky, and his eyes dimmed.

"Tianji Pavilion?"

Xiang Yiming sighed softly, frowned, and whispered.

"Don't you ask me about Tianji Pavilion? I don't know about it. All I know is that it's divided into three organizations: the Battle Gate, the Shadow Gate, and the Killer Gate. For thousands of years, Tianji Pavilion has always woken up from history with the flames of war."

Li Ziqian muttered an explanation that he didn't tell Xiang Yiming that he was actually a member of the Battle Gate, at least he was. But he had never seen the Killer Gate and the Shadow Gate, they belonged to the darkness, and the day they met was the time to find him dead, just like today.

"Battle Gate?"

Xiang Yiming was stunned, he had heard of this organization. When the war swept through the Zhou Kingdom, he once saw his father clenching his fists and shouting through the crack in the door: "Zhanmen, Xiang Ke, Jin Ge's iron hooves are still broken."

He clenched his fists, his eyes changed for fear that Li Ziqian would notice it, so he closed it, slowly released his hand, controlled his emotions and asked, "Zhanmen? Have you seen the people from Zhanmen?"

Silence, a long silence made the atmosphere awkward. Li Ziqian was silent for a long time before he spoke: "I haven't seen it, I'm just a swordsman, and I've heard of this organization in the north and south." ”

Xiang Yiming's heart flashed with disappointment, and he suppressed his voice and said a soft "um", turned sideways to look at the knife that was placed on his side, and couldn't help but think of his father who was a little vague in his memory.

He wanted to know about his father's past, the organization known as the Wargate...