There was a rough feeling at the fingertips, and Ion Xuan subconsciously lowered his eyes to look at his hands, his eyes trembled, and slowly turned over his palm.

On the palm of his hand, there was a visible scar.

The scar runs through the entire palm, and it seems that a piece of flesh is missing, so after healing, it looks crumpled.

At the same time as seeing this scar, a picture suddenly tore through his memory and appeared in his mind.

It was a bloody battle, and in the midst of the scuffle, he was covered in blood and stood there in a daze, and in front of him, a long arrow with a cold green light came to kill him.

But as if he had lost his soul, he stood there in a daze, letting the arrows come at him, without the slightest intention of dodging.

Almost as soon as the arrow hit him in the door, a hand suddenly appeared in the air, gripping the blade of the arrow.

The sharp blade of the arrow stayed an inch between his eyebrows, and if he advanced a minute, or that hand appeared a little slower, he would die.

Blood slowly flowed down the palm of that hand, and he subconsciously looked up, and the face he hadn't seen for a long time was impressive.

Ion Xuan suddenly gasped, and was shocked to raise his eyes to look at Li Wuwu, breathing rapidly: "It's you!" ”

Li Wuwu suddenly withdrew his hand, his eyes flickering: "What? ”

"You saved me...... That arrow...... The poisoned arrow ......"

Ion Xuan's words made Li Wuwu's face change slightly, and he looked at him extremely unnaturally: "You...... Remember? ”

"That arrow was meant to kill me...... But you caught that arrow...... That's why you're going to be poisoned......"

The arrow, which was dark green and glowing green, was obviously a poisoned arrow.

In a hurry, he instinctively grabbed it with one hand, so he was pierced by the sharp arrow tip of his palm and poisoned into his blood.

If it weren't for saving him, he wouldn't have been poisoned at all.

From the depths of the carefree eyes, a strange luster flashed: "You are my son, it is natural for me to save you." ”

His palm covered the back of his hand again: "Whatever I do, it's for your good...... So, whatever happens, promise me...... Don't let my hard work go to waste......"

Ion Xuan nodded in a very complicated mood, and for a while, he didn't know what to say.

Although in his heart, he didn't seem to have much emotion for this man, but everything he did was undeniably protecting him, even if he was resentful at that time because he didn't know the truth and didn't understand.

A rapid sound of war drums suddenly sounded, so that everyone who was greeting each other instantly stood alert, and when they came back to their senses, they realized that it was the girls who performed songs and dances that beat the war drums.

Ion Xuan also subconsciously stared at it, only to see that in the sound of war drums, Geng Yingsleeve was dressed in a white military uniform, standing lightly, with a long sword in his right hand and a folding fan in his left hand.

With the sound of war drums, her delicate body danced in a graceful arc.

Li Wuwu quietly patted Ion Xuan and motioned for him to get up.

In the distance, Li Wuxian seemed to be casually looking back and laughing with Li Huozhou, but his eyes swept over the departing Ion Xuan father and son.

Not far away by the bonfire, the people of Qinglin Eight Transformations guarded a camp tent, under the swaying candle flames, on the camp tent, a thin figure of a man stood tall.