His Xuan Ming Qi is even more powerful than Lu Pressure, and it is better for her not to have a hard fight with him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Speaking of Xuan Ming Qi, she stared at her again,——It stands to reason that only Lu Quan's Xuan Ming True Qi is the most powerful in the world, if he can lose Xuan Ming Qi to Lin Jianru, will he be able to be Lu Quan?"

So if he is Lu Press, then who is that Lu Press next to her?

Isn't that fake?

- No, it won't!

She was sure. Not only did she have confidence in him, but Murong Xian and Zijing had confirmed it, how could there be a fake.

However, the real Lu Pressure's facial features are not similar to this Tsing Yi man, even if it is effortless for them to change their appearance, but if he is him, then why did he kidnap her? Why hide your identity? Why do you want to help Lin Jianru? At a critical moment like yesterday, shouldn't Lu Jian help her kill Lin Jianru in one fell swoop?

If it was a doppelganger - when she left the Tsing Yi people in the Northern Wilderness and returned to Lu Press, his anxiety and worry were not fake, and his jealousy afterwards was not fake, if it was his doppelganger, then would he not even know what his clone was doing outside?

"Hand me the scissors." He suddenly turned his head down and shouted at her.

She came back to her senses and handed him the scissors on the stool.

There should be no ladder in this palace, and he didn't turn into one, but only stepped on Zhang Xiaoxiao, fortunately, he was tall enough, which was enough, he hung the lantern, and then straightened it before jumping off the ground.

He probably wouldn't say anything at the moment, and if she wanted to know, it seemed that she would have to find a way to spy again.

After making up his mind like this, he actually relaxed, and saw that there were still more than a dozen lanterns on the ground that were not strung together, so he followed his example and fiddled with them.

Lin Jianru went all the way north into Leiling Mountain, which is the junction of the Northern Wilderness and Kyushu, the population is barren, the aura is abundant, and the ancient emperor Dayi is also buried here, it is a good place to live.

He picked a big red maple tree, dug up the soil and buried Liang Qiuchan, and the tombstone was not engraved.

He built a simple wooden house next to the grave and took up his place.

If he goes back to the court today, maybe after Shangguan Zhu and them go back, someone from the inspection department will already be searching for him. He is now a lost dog, and there is really no turning back. He didn't know if he regretted it, or what he regretted in particular.

He never wanted to hurt the innocent, he only wanted to kill Ji Minjun's family, if Huaqing didn't hurt Liang Qiuchan and didn't bring so many people to surround him, he wouldn't have killed him, if it wasn't for Liang Qiuchan to pounce on Mu Jiu, he wouldn't have killed so many people to divert her anger, he never regretted these things.

The only regret is that he was careless, whether he killed him or not, Liang Qiuchan finally died because of him.

He could kill 10,000 people who had hurt him without blinking an eye, but there were only a few people he had met in his life who could bring him comfort.

And now, the man who gave birth to him has a life of his own, the person with whom he once had a good heart is struggling to capture him, and the person who hurt each other has died because of him, and he begins to feel an endless loneliness.

He finally got his revenge, but he wasn't happy.

He knew that he had fallen into the devil and could act recklessly, and he would end up in annihilation anyway, but he didn't feel so happy.

The life he wanted was not like this, what he wanted was to pick up flowers in the morning, go out in the morning and return late, have a small family, and live in peace and contentment.

He didn't need that.

But now, how did he live his life like this?

His life is full of mistakes, and even if he can meet someone who is sincere to him again for the rest of his life, he has no way to respond.

He suddenly felt that maybe he shouldn't have fled in the first place, just stay on the spot and let Mu Jiuyi kill him with a sword, if he was destined to die in her hands. He is tired of the world, and even if he becomes an immortal, he may not be happy. However, Liang Qiuchan can't die in vain, and he can't die in vain. If he can't escape the end of death, then he will also drag the entire Immortal Yuan to be buried with him!

He stood up, clenched his fists, walked to Liang Qiuchan's grave and squatted down, adding a handful of soil to her.

"If I go, there will be no Lin Jianru in the world, may you have peace in the next life, and all the feelings you have paid will be rewarded."

He stood up, took a deep look at the grave, turned and stepped into the jungle, and strode away!

And after he disappeared into the dense forest, another person walked out slowly and stood in front of Liang Qiuchan's grave......

When night falls, the corridor is already lit up.

The dim light brought a warm atmosphere to this cold palace, and looking at his shadow falling on the ground, Mu Jiu finally began to feel that this place was no longer lifeless.

But she still didn't want to sleep at night.

Strange places and strange people make her feel insecure. She misses Lu Press, Xiaoxing and Ah Fu. The man in Tsing Yi said that he wanted to help her suppress her spiritual power, but she didn't see any action, of course, she didn't dare to really let him get close, what if he treated Lin Jianru like he did, and also made her a demon or something?

She spends her days in the house or out and about.

She didn't know how long she was going to stay here, and she didn't know how her spiritual power would be suppressed to go back. This lack of knowledge and uncertainty made her anxious.

But if she doesn't go to him, he basically won't show up, and he won't care what she does, and from that point of view, it's quite comfortable.

During the day, she roamed along the endless corridors, memorating the names of many palaces. But it doesn't seem to make any difference, because except for the difference in size and direction, it is basically the same everywhere, empty, except for where she lives with the people in Tsing Yi.

She began to wander around the house where she lived again.

There is still an entrance in this hall, and there are several connected temples. But it's also empty, not even ashes.

She went back to the room where she lived and kept turning upside down, but she turned out a big stack of books for her, which was not a secret book for cultivating immortals, but a kind of weird folklore in the world, and there were some interesting anecdotes, Confucianism, Taoism, and history, and it was interesting to rummage through the time.

At night, she sat under the verandah where the lanterns were hung and looked at the moon or reverie, and one day she actually found a pen and ink inkstone in the room, so she also moved a stool out and stood on it to paint the lanterns.

She thought it was incredible, when had she ever done such a strange thing.

But she was a little relieved that she had finally found something to have fun with, she painted flowers, birds, insects and fish on the lanterns, all kinds of land pressure, and then Xiaoxing, Ah Fu, Ruijie, Shangguan bamboo shoots, and then painted Zijing as well.

And the yard where they lived.

She was wondering how he was going to help her suppress her spiritual power, because she hadn't seen him for the past few days. Of course, at the same time, there is some trepidation, what if he never shows up again? How does she get out? (To be continued.) )