Sora frowned and looked back.

The folding fan held by the man in his hand loosened and fell to the ground, making a muffled sound. And he himself didn't have time to care about the fan, covering his mouth with one hand, coughing so much that his back was slightly bent.

"Hexagram again?" Sora just watched him cough, and he couldn't help but worry that he would cough and his internal organs would be shattered.

The man barely stretched out a hand, as if to say something, but began to cough again.

Sora waited quietly for him to finish coughing.

"Yes," the man finally raised his head, and the late autumn was still holding a folding fan, "but no." ”

"What the hell is that?"

"To be precise, this time, I didn't take the initiative to calculate," Ran smiled bitterly, blood spilling from his fingers, which looked shocking on the pale skin unique to his ghost clan, "Those who do our business, even if they don't take the initiative, there will be backlash coming to the door." ”

He spoke lightly, and with a flick of his hand, the blood disappeared. Calmly picking up the folding fan, he turned back into the scholar with the temperament of a literati.

"Don't play yourself to death. He glanced at him and said it succinctly.

"Ahem, ahem," Ran was visibly choked by the merciless words, and the coughing that had just subsided showed signs of recurrence, "Won't you comfort me?"

No matter how breezy he is, he ...... Sora's words are too poisonous.

"I'm not going to comfort people. "Empty road, as it should be.

"Then even if it's ......." What Ran wanted to say was to comfort him even if he wasn't sincere, but seeing Sora's extremely calm face, he swallowed back silently after all.

Forget it, don't be comforted.

I'm afraid that after being comforted, he will feel more heartbroken.

"Shadow is yours this time?" Sora asked, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Definitely. Ran's face was retracted, and he stood side by side with Sora, and said, "The old guys don't know I'm here yet." ”

"The Shadow didn't send anyone?" Sora was a little surprised, but it was expected.

"It's too late for internal strife, but for the outside world, I'm afraid it will be possible only when there is a split. "However, the whereabouts of the shadows have always been elusive, and even the disciple registration office has only one name, and the rest, whether it is cultivation, or teaching, or the tasks received, are unknown.

Just one name, how can those old guys pay attention?

It's just that this named disciple is stronger than several elders of the shadow now, and his strength is only below that of the second elder.

"I've always been curious about a question," Sora suddenly asked, "what is your purpose in approaching me?"

Ran smiled, looking a little mysterious: "I won't betray you, or in other words, we have the same goal." ”

Idling his head, there were many inexplicable complex emotions in his eyes, but he didn't say anything after all.

"Well, let's tell you some more," Ran said, his tone was inexplicably a little melancholy, "I have a grudge against Chengyang." ”

The folding fan snapped and put it away, and he clenched it tightly in his hand.

"As for the hatred," he smiled, but his finger bones were a little white, "the blood feud is it." ”

Kong stood quietly, as if watching the clouds roll up, but at this moment it was almost sunset.

Is there a deep feud in the sea of blood? Well, the goals are not the same.

It's just that killing him is also a way to achieve the original goal.

Cheng Yang, Cheng Yang, Your Excellency the Great Elder, I hope you will not be slain on the peaks.

It's just that Sora laughed a little sarcastically. The Great Elder, who really has the heart of a thief but not the courage of a thief, forced their sisters out of the shadows, and delayed in ascending to the position of head.

What are you waiting for?

There was a bloody glint in the empty eyes.

No matter what you're waiting for, after this Zhenyang War, it's time to meet him again.

In the distance, in the main hall of Zhenyang, it is still very lively.

The mirror sat beside Shao Nian, lowering his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly, a very penetrating voice sounded: "The eldest young master of the Dongfang family has arrived!"

Outside the temple gate, a figure walked up.

"It's so lively, don't you call me?" The man's voice was low and rough, and when he stepped into the hall, the mirror felt the ground shake!

Shao Nian raised his hand, silently stretched out two fingers and gently pressed the table, and in an instant, the bouncing wine glasses and the table top all stopped around him, and the scope of the impact became wider and wider.

There was a muffled thud that exploded in the air.

As the voice sounded again: "Not bad, Shao Er, have you been promoted?"

Shao Er, the name is Shao Nian.

It's just that Shao Nian didn't have a look of displeasure on his face, but smiled faintly: "No, it's still the peak of the Seven Heavens." It's you, it's a lot stronger. ”

The conversation between the two of them was as if no one was around.

"Don't comfort me, there is no intention of comparison," the young master of the Dongfang family revealed the truth in one sentence, "I am fifteen years older than you, and I am only a small realm higher than you." ”

Just as Jing pondered what this young master's name was, she suddenly felt an irresistible force pull her over, facing the visitor, and a familiar male voice behind her: "This is my adjutant, Luo Yi." ”

The person who came was stunned for a moment, looked at Shao Nian, and then looked at the somewhat messy mirror, and only walked after confirming that he was not mistaken, and stretched out his hand and said: "Fortunately, my surname is Dongfang, and my peers rank first, and Dongfang is white." ”

At this moment, the mirror saw the appearance of the person up close.

He has a pair of sword-like eyes, different from Shao Nian's half-length black hair, his short hair is neat and messy, and he does not hide the edge of his youth. The face is naturally incomparable to Shao Nian, but it is sharp and masculine.

Integrity, but with a warm blood, this is the mirror's first feeling for him.

"Luo Yi. The mirror lowered her eyes and looked faint.

"Hey, isn't she the Luo family?" Jing felt that there was nothing wrong with his introduction, but unexpectedly, Dongfang was white but frowned, "Luo Yi, Luo Yifan, this name, I think it's a brother and sister." ”

Jing was stunned for a moment, and then felt a little funny, there are more people with the same surname, besides, she has a biological sister.

"No, her parents died young. This time, Shao Nian answered this question for the mirror, "Generations of business." ”

"Tsk, that's a pity," Dongfang Jibai shook his head, and said indifferently, "I thought she was the descendant of the Luo family who often walked the rivers and lakes with a sword, and the good head of the family should not be a swordsman." ”

Luo, swordsman?

Kagami frowned. She had never heard of the Luo family, and in addition to the current head of the family, there was a brother.

Shao Nian also frowned.

"It's taboo," he said, silently shaking his head towards the east.

"Go ......" Just as Dongfang Jibai was about to say something, the soldier's announcement sounded again.

"The Seventh Young Master of the Ximen Family has arrived!"

However, a few seconds later, the voice sounded again, this time, mixed with a slight trembling: "The head of the Ximen family has arrived! The head of the Nangong family has arrived!"

ps:I actually forgot about the male master's cultivation! I went back to the third chapter to find it.。