Vain Youlan looked up at the moonlight in the sky. A butterfly flies in the dark, guided by its owner, and never has any doubts about losing its purpose and direction. This is not the case with human beings, two people who have been working together for a long time will actually affect each other. Compared with the means and goals of someone's gradual growth, what is more impatient may be the naivety and fantasy of the world. But who can say that naivety and fantasy must be wrong and not possessed by the leaders?

A green leaf flew in the night wind.

The orchid feather fan moves forward, and the green leaves fall impartially on the fan surface, bringing a message.

The current Zhonglie Wang, Wat Junqing, was suddenly poisoned and died violently, leaving the mark of the mysterious organization Demon Swallowing Immovable City at the scene. This news is spreading from the mouth of the grief-stricken housekeeper Emperor Mastiff, and it will soon be a sensation in the martial arts. Since everyone signed a contract to leave the name on the plaque in the main hall of the Loyal Martyr's Mansion, it has been a long, long time since no one dared to provoke the King of the Loyal Martyr, maybe it only takes one night, the public pavilion can gather a group of righteous people who are full of righteous indignation to search for the whereabouts of the demon swallow to avenge the righteousness of the martial arts, but the organization that does not exist, who can find the whereabouts.

What's more, the poison used by Vain Youlan comes from the black faction.

Anyone would think that the Dark Order's Demon Swallowing Immovable City was out to avenge the Rapian Black Sect, and under the order of the ghosts, Huangquan opened the way. The white path has the methods of the white way, and the underworld has the news of the underworld, and only by doing so can we reduce the doubts of others about the existence of the Demon Swallowing Immovable City. Because bloodshed is real, death is also real, how can there be a real strategy for both worlds in martial arts, and warmth only exists in innocence and fantasy.

"As you wish, it's done. In the darkness, Vain Youlan once again saw the owner of the green leaf that guided her on this path, "Then should we go to the situation where the bird is hidden?" I voluntarily surrendered myself to cover up the appearance of the Demon Swallowing Immovable City by taking all the charges?"

Otherwise, how to explain the possible momentary gaffe in front of the Chungje's Mansion. With Su Zhen's true wisdom, only a slight sense of disobedience can be found by it.

Under the shadow of the moon, someone coughed lightly.

"You mean, I don't do anything?" "You mean, I don't do anything?" Since he chooses the master, that person naturally has his own merits. Rather, it is your work to put him in a place of danger, a place of ill-intention. ”

The green leaves are destroyed into powder by the power of the feather fan. Vain Youlan didn't trust the person in front of her, but the method proposed by this person happened to be exactly what he wanted. There is always a process to completely separate the demon swallow on the table from the white path.

"It's a test, you're the one who makes the question, the doer is me, and the person making the decision doesn't know what they're facing. With a fan, he turned back directly, "You are good, he is he, Heihe Ghost Lan has never regretted it! But unlike you, I always have to take care of this last journey." Hmph, goodbye. ”

The figure of the masked man disappeared under the moonlight.

The other slowly paced out from under the shadows of the trees. It was a tall but weak figure, gray, with a sword on his shoulder, adding three points of unfathomable aura to his weakness.

"An organization needs only one voice, not two decision-makers. ”

The leader may have many shortcomings, but he must not lose his judgment in the face of opportunities. One can be distracted, but one cannot lose one's purpose. And a crisis, an opportunity, is not the best time to observe the true roots of a person.

In the darkness, the scribe gently plucked a green leaf, "Under the Heavenly Desolate Mountain, how much did you get by chance?"

The night is not over.

All the way to the public pavilion.

Qin Fake Immortal was out of breath and felt that his bile was about to be spit out. As a result, before the two of them ran to the public pavilion, they met people who were hurrying overnight on the way, and heard the bad news from the Zhonglie's Mansion. Calculating the time, when Vain Youlan started, it should have been the moment before she was called to help, she should have just killed someone, and she arrived near the Cold Grass Hall as if nothing happened.

"This, this, this!" For a moment, Qin Fake Immortal felt that his shoulders were about to be crushed vigorously, and then Qin Xiaochuan's big face came over, and his voice was full of pain:

"I really didn't do it, you really have to believe me!"

Don't tell anyone!

He really didn't instigate this!

He's done his best to stop it!

The golden crow rises in the east, the shadow of the tree sloes westward, and next to the public pavilion, the two of them are covered with dew.

"Something happened to King Chungyeol. "How is this possible!Who is so daring?!" "I heard that it was the organization that put people's heads in the Public Pavilion before, and the bloody case of destroying the door on the shore of the Southern Martial Arts Vortex was also committed by this organization. "This and this, this and this, how to do this!" "I heard that the Loyal Martyrs' Mansion has issued obituaries to all major sects and discussed the crusade against this cult, so let's hurry up and help the fist." "Hey, the Wat family is full of loyalty, and after all, they failed to leave this single seedling. God has no eyes, God has no eyes......"

Overnight, the Demon Swallowing City finally became famous all over the world.

The effect is much better than killing an unknown Muni Guru, and even the unused foreshadowing of the Vortex Bank has been turned over. In such a short period of time, if there was no one behind him, Qin Fake Immortal was the first to not believe it!

One of the common points is that the Chungliefu will pay tribute to the public from today, and has sent a message to the person whose name is left on the plaque to avenge the last generation of the Wat family who died in vain. As the de facto behind-the-scenes boss of the Demon Swallowing Immovable City, Qin Xiaochuan stood in the sun, feeling like an embarrassed water dog, the corners of his clothes were wet, and he was at a loss in his heart.

He asked, "Qin Fake Immortal?"

"Alas, well, I'm here. Qin Fake Immortal was pressed by his shoulders and forced to squat under the shadow of the tree for most of the night, "Things have come to this point, what are you going to do next?

No mention of trust.

The facts are in front of you, and the Demon Swallowing City is hanging under Qin Xiaochuan's name, and it is not that you can shirk the responsibility without knowing it. What's more, Qin Fake Immortal still remembered that this person was still discussing with him not long ago whether to make such a vote...... No one instructed how the Demon Swallower could act on his own, so who was the boss.

Qin Xiaochuan also squatted down, the black sword in his hand, and pressed heavily on Qin Fake Immortal's shoulder.

"You still have the mask of the wolf, don't you?"

People who are usually moody and angry suddenly became expressionless one day, and the sunlight sprinkled on his body suddenly became cold, and Qin Fake Immortal's eyes rolled, "No matter what, Old Qin Xiang supports you! Is this good, you let go of the sword first, and turn back to Su Zhenzhen's ......."

"Su really has a name, and he should go to the Martyrs' Mansion. Qin Xiaochuan interrupted him.

Qin Fake Immortal's neck was cold.

"How about you put away your mask first and accompany me for a trip?" Qin Xiaochuan bowed his head and said, "Anyway, Su really will always go to the Loyal Martyr's Mansion, isn't it better than you going to the Glass Fairy Realm now?"

Come on, pretentious, who's afraid of whom, what can happen next!