When Cen Kexuan woke up, her first feeling was tired, under the light and shadow outside the window, her body that had been cold all night was dyed with a faint warmth, her sleepiness dissipated, she reached out and touched her stiff neck, not understanding why she slept so deeply. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The next moment, I realized that something was wrong, and it was clearly someone who had slept in the hole! Raised his head in a panic, only to see that the bed was empty, and the quilt had been folded neatly, so he hurriedly stepped forward and touched it, the bed was cold, and there was nothing on the table except for the dagger she used to pick out the clothes for him last night, and there was nothing else, the whole room was as quiet as dust, and there was no half a figure left.

What about people? She panicked and hurriedly wanted to go out, but the people outside were pushing the door in, and the moment the door was opened, the two almost bumped into each other.

Cen Kexuan hurriedly took a step back, the sunlight behind the visitor made her vision a little blurred, she reached out to block her eyes, and only through the gap in her fingertips could she see his face clearly. It was a well-defined but expressionless face, black clothes, black hair, and black eyes, and there was no smile or anger at the moment. The blood on his body had been treated, and the wound was wrapped in a white bandage that spread from his shoulder to his wrist, mostly covered by his clothes, but still slightly exposed.

He was holding a bowl of water in his hand, black and black, as if it had just been decocted. When the two collided, his gaze also happened to fall on Cen Kexuan, his eyes were clear but a little cold, and his lips were still dull after being seriously injured.

"You're not leaving?" Cen Kexuan was very surprised, seeing him holding the medicine, he instantly understood, and while secretly blaming himself for his carelessness, he hurriedly asked, "Is the injury better?" ”

The man glanced at her coldly and said, "You spilled my medicine." Then he went around her and went into the room, and put the medicine bowl in his hand on the table, which was a large clay pottery used in the temple, which was full of black potions, and was steaming, and he held the edge of the bowl with his hand, as if waiting for it to cool.

Cen Kexuan was stunned in place, the other party's cold tone was really too far from what she imagined, and her meeting with Cen Zifei should not be like this. She turned around and suddenly asked, "Do you remember, who I am?" The man only glanced at her slightly, but did not speak. Cen Kexuan walked around to him quickly, pressed his hands on the table, and asked with some excitement, "Do you know who I am?" His eyes were even more intense on him, not relaxing for a moment.

Han Yue drank the medicine in the medicine bowl in one gulp, and then said: "Of course I know, you are the righteous sister of Murong Qi, the master of Ziyun Palace, and ten days ago, someone paid me to go to Biliuyuan to kill you." He pointed slightly to the chest that had been bandaged, and said, "This wound was left at that time." ”

Cen Kexuan's heart suddenly turned cold.

A hot heart seems to have been poured a bowl of cold water on the head, and the brother who is gentle and spoiled and obedient to her in memory seems to have become distant.

She suddenly felt that maybe some people would never be able to get it back once they lost it, and the Cen Zifei in her heart might only be able to live in her memory for the rest of her life.

Han Yue saw that her face was pale, but he thought she was scared, and explained lightly: "But don't worry, I have given up that business and will not take your life." After he finished speaking, he turned around and began to pack his things, and in addition to a dagger, there were also some powders wrapped in yellow square paper scattered on the table, he glanced at them for a moment, and then put them into his clothes one by one.

Cen Kexuan looked at him in disbelief, and suddenly raised his voice and said, "This is what you want to say to me?" I took care of you all night last night, and I ...... these days" Thinking of his helplessness and fear these days, the hard work he had paid to find him, but in exchange for the other party completely turning a blind eye, the aggrieved mood suddenly came to my heart, as if my true heart was instantly trampled under my feet and trampled to pieces.

Han Yue completely ignored her excitement, and only finally took a long cloth to wrap his sword steadily, and was about to turn around and leave when he was done. Cen Kexuan immediately stepped forward to stop him and said loudly: "You make it clear to me!" ”

No matter how good Ren is, he should be annoyed when he encounters such a pestering person, not to mention that Han Yue is not a good stubble, he frowned, and his face became not very good-looking: "Get out of the way." ”

Cen Kexuan trembled with anger: "You are not Cen Zifei at all!" You're not Cen Zifei at all, are you? She took out the unicorn blood jade in her clothes and asked, "Then you say, why do you have this thing?" ”

The moment he saw the jade pendant, Han Yue's face suddenly became very dark, and he reached out directly to grab it without saying a word, but Cen Kexuan dodged it quickly, and after taking two steps back, there was a strange smile on the corner of his mouth that he didn't know whether it was sad or angry. Han Yue said coldly: "Give it back to me." Cen Kexuan also sneered: "If you are not Cen Zifei, this thing is not yours." Angry and disappointed, she began to mess around. Of course, this person is not her brother, gentle as Cen Zifei, he will never ignore her so much, let alone speak coldly to her, she is more and more convinced of this, and can't help but start to say nothing: "It's not your thing, why should I give it to you." You stole my brother's things, you despicable thief! ”

She looked at him angrily, feeling as if a hole had been broken in her heart, empty, and could not be filled in any way, and only by speaking ill of each other could she find a moment of relief.

Han Yue obviously had no patience to entangle with her, and said coldly: "I'll say it again, give it back to me." There was already a threat in his tone.

Cen Kexuan didn't know if it was because of anger or what, she was rarely tough, she sneered: "If you want me, give it?" Then you can come and grab it. "Even if the other party is powerful, she is obviously seriously injured, and she is not a three-legged cat kung fu person.

With a "brush", the sharp blade came out of the sheath, he actually took the dagger on the table and stabbed directly at Cen Kexuan, which was extremely fast, that was the acuity of the killer's shot, without warning, and directly stabbed into Cen Kexuan's right shoulder. Cen Kexuan didn't expect that as soon as the sharp pain suddenly loosened his hand, the piece of unicorn jade fell suddenly, and after being caught lightly by Han Yue, he put it into his clothes without hesitation.

Cen Kexuan raised her head and looked at him in disbelief, just last night, she was afraid that his wound would hurt, so she took care of him so carefully and treated his wound, and today ......

At the same time, the half-open door was suddenly pushed to both sides with a "brush", and an old man in a white robe flew in like lightning, shouting: "Han Yue! You're still hiding in this temple! He didn't hold the sword but took out his palm to bring the wind, and after exercising with one hand, a palm force hit Han Yue's chest.

Han Yue's eyes converged, and as soon as he held the hilt of the sword, the long sword flipped in a circle in the air, and the white cloth that was originally wrapped was completely scattered, revealing a sharp blade, and he jumped on the table, holding the sword to resist the oncoming attack.

Dao Baifeng looked for him for three whole days, and finally seriously injured him by the river outside Dingshui Town, and chased him all the way to the vicinity of Mingyin Temple but there was no trace, of course he would not give up, the second brother Dao Ruhai and the most proud disciple He Guang who had not been seen for many years died in the hands of this person, if he didn't let Han Yue pay for his life, how could he swallow this breath? After a fruitless search, he hid in the temple for many observations, until this morning he caught a glimpse of a little monk who went to the pharmacy to get medicinal materials, all of which were blood tonic and healing medicines, and mentioned that it was requested by a temporary benefactor, so he followed him all the way and found his hiding place.

It's not the first time that these two people have made a move, they have a full understanding of the kung fu of both sides, and at this moment, they come and go, the fight is very fierce, and Dao Baifeng even smashed the table with one palm, forcing back Han Yue's sword momentum, and even the air in the whole room is cold by three points.

Cen Kexuan held the injured shoulder tightly, her body seemed to be drained of her muscles and bones, leaning against the wall and gradually slipping to the ground, the dagger was deeply embedded in the wound, she didn't pull it out, the blood flowed down between her fingers, drop by drop on the ground, her eyes gradually filled with tears, and when they rolled and dripped down, they mixed with blood, soaking her clothes and the ground into a piece.

But none of this was as frightening as the hollowness of her heart at this time.

She completely ignored the pain, and the two people who were fighting, and one of them muttered to herself like a lost mind, "He's not a brother, he's not a ......" The corners of her mouth tasted salty, and all the tears that slipped down her eyes.

In his mind, Cen Zifei's childhood face appeared and disappeared, and finally became more and more blurred, turning into nothingness.

She finally never saw the boy in her heart again.

Han Yue was seriously injured, gradually lost to the opponent, began to fall down, was hit in the chest by the knife Bai Feng, and fell to the ground violently, as if the bones were going to be broken, but he was powerless to take care of these, Dao Bai Feng took advantage of the victory to attack, wanting to take his life, Han Yue immediately rolled twice on the ground with the force of falling, just to Cen Kexuan's side, the wound on his body had broken again because of the violent impact and continuous force, and the blood was gushing down, unspeakably shocking.

And Cen Kexuan, who had a serious shoulder injury, was still immersed in his own world and could never see him again. She was unaware of the changes around her, but leaned limply against the corner, muttering with a pale face, her eyes glazed and lifeless, like a puppet who had lost her soul.

Seeing that Han Yue was already at the end of his crossbow, Dao Baifeng also decided that Cen Kexuan was the accomplice who had hidden him all night, so he raised his head and smiled: "With this last palm, I will send you two to the West Heaven together!" After speaking, his hands came out of his palms at the same time, one left and one right, and slapped them on the top of their heads.