Yexi was wearing a black windbreaker, hunting in the wind, his eyes were dark and distant, obviously a pair of extremely shallow eyes, but at this moment, it seemed that there was an endless turmoil. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"There are two other forces that are rapidly approaching, one of which seems to be very similar to the person who kidnapped you back then."

Yexi's eyes suddenly froze, like many memories being pulled back, and a sneer bloomed at the corner of his lips, clear and weird.

"I've been looking for them for so many years, but there are no clues, Nanxing, Nanxing, how much surprise will you give me?"

After counting all the people, Yexi was about to leave, but he was confronted by Yeming.

The group seemed to brake suddenly, Yexi looked at his father and called in a low voice.

Yeming said, "You must go?" Just for that man? ”

Yexi's eyes sank, "I've found the gang that kidnapped me back then, so I have to go." ”

As soon as these words came out, even Yeming's scheming people's eyes fluctuated, and that kidnapping was the guilt he had always felt for Yexi, deep guilt.

He looked at this son for a long time, and finally lowered his voice, "That's it, you take these people with you." ”

Yeming dodged away, and there were many dark shadows behind him.

"Thank you, Dad!"

As he passed by, Yeming suddenly patted Yexi on the shoulder, "You must come back alive, and ...... Julie's children came back alive together. ”

"I will!"

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"Thank you, teacher!"

The old painter waved his hand, "It's nothing, it's just that you don't like to reveal your identity in front of people, what's wrong today?" ”

Nanxing smiled wickedly and answered truthfully, "Lead you into the urn." ”

The old painter didn't understand very much, and he didn't ask anymore, but his apprentice was always very strange, as if he had many secrets hidden in his body.

"You have a very good painting, and if your mother were still alive, it would be gratifying to see your achievements."

"My teacher still remembers my mother?!!"

"Whatever you say, how can you forget, this kid, it's all my disciples. It's just that your mother doesn't like to see your painting, Nanxing, I see the murderous spirit in your painting. ”

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The old painter has left, and Nanxing is sitting on the sofa a little dejectedly, is it murderous? She brought so many personal emotions to her favorite paintings.

Whenever she felt like she was about to be swallowed up by darkness, Nanxing would always pick up a paintbrush, which would give her a sense of peace.

Those many warm paintings warmed others and herself. It was the warmth she longed for, the warmth she so desired......

However, can she still see the long spring?

Look at the bright and warm spring, smell the potpourri.

There was a sense of oppression in the air for no reason, and Nanxing shook his head violently, trying to get rid of it.

Just then, there was the sound of gunshots.

It's him who came, so fast!

Nanxing hid above the room, and through the window he could see the people who were running away, the people who were running frantically, and the door lock was twisted open little by little, and pushed open little by little.

The gun was in his hand, and it was pointed squarely.

But Nanxing knew that if it was that person, it would never be easy for her to get it.

The door was pushed open completely, it was a person Nanxing didn't know, but luckily no shots were fired.

With the door opener, what followed in Nanxing's field of vision was impermanence.

This person?

How did he end up here?

It's not a dragon war?

Before many questions were raised, the Impermanent Man walked around the house and walked away without finding anything suspicious.

The door was shut, and Nanxing breathed a sigh of relief.

But it wasn't long before there was another knock at the door.

This time Nanxing heard the voice of talking.

"This is the last room that hasn't been searched, if she's still here, it's in this room, if she's gone......"

"Open." A very low and majestic order, this voice, Nanxing will never admit that it is a dragon battle!

The moment the door was opened, Nanxing's hand was a little sweaty, but her gun was extremely prepared to aim at the chest of the visitor, and she pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Two gunshots, two whimpering, almost at the same time-