Linlang stood outside Xiqiu City, letting the breeze carry the chill around his face. She tied her hair behind her ears, her whole little face turned red from the cold, and her thin lips were turned pale by her weak body.

Under the Wangxiang Pavilion, her small mouth opened slightly, and she stopped to look.

The successive changes directly dragged Linlang's body down. Until now, every time she thinks about lying in the snow for a long time, she can't help but shiver. The house leak happened to rain overnight, and the cold went hand in hand with the dark disease that had not recurred for a long time, and at the same time brutally tortured her.

Linlang tightened her neckline, wrapped her arms around her, and looked at the fireworks in the sky and was silent.

I still remember that year, she was innocent.

Sitting in the Wangxiang Pavilion and watching the fireworks, it is the bright moon hanging in the west, and the stars are hazy. Mighty lion dances roar under bonfires, and the New Year is lively with stilts, gongs and drums, and laughter. At that time, the fireworks of the Jin family were always the first to bloom, and then one after another, instead of the full moon to illuminate the starry sky, until Bai Shaocheng pulled Jin Xiaoqi home with a reluctant face.

Same time, same place, same people.

Tears hung quietly in the corners of her eyes, and she refused to fall for a long time. There are so many similarities here, the only difference is the feelings in people's hearts.

Linlang shook her body, looked at Jincheng, who was both familiar and unfamiliar, and hugged her arms tighter.

"Sick again?"

Sincere concern came from behind Linlang. The man dressed in black changed into a scribe's shirt at this time, and his faceline, which was perfectly combined with handsomeness and roughness, was perfectly outlined in the ink-colored cloak. He frowned, his eyes long and narrow with anxiety. Under the broad nose, the thin lips trembled with great concern for the person in front of them.

The man took off the cloak off his shoulders and put it over Linlang's body. He knew that Linlang was afraid of the cold, and the slightest carelessness would take her fragile life. However, what he didn't know was that Linlang had been lying in the snow for three full hours, and these three short hours almost made Linlang unable to stand up again.

Linlang didn't look back, the hand around his chest raised slightly, pointing to the city in the distance, his eyes were confused. "There are heartless cicadas there, just find the golden-backed centipede to cure your father-in-law's disease."

"Come back with me! Father misses you very much. "His name is Fang Yan, and he is the young sect master of Yu Linlang. When I heard about the heartless cicada, my heart suddenly rippled, but for a moment, this wave quickly turned into ripples, and then it was as flat as a mirror. "Your red wolf poison can only be suppressed by your father's ten sealed hands, and those herbs prescribed by Mr. Duan alone can't solve the problem!"

"No!" Linlang shook her head firmly, her bright eyes reflecting the fireworks in the sky. "My father-in-law has already paid too much for me, this wolf venom attack, if he is forcibly suppressed by ten sealed hands, I'm afraid he won't survive the spring!" The excitement made Linlang's chest rise and fall, and she will never forget that her father-in-law almost lost half his life for the red wolf poison last year.

The Ten Sealed Hands is Fang Qirui's unique skill, which severely damages the enemy at the cost of consuming true yuan at the most dangerous time. He had never performed this kind of technique of killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred, but he had spent seven years for Linlang. In seven years, Fang Qirui's true yuan was destroyed. Finally, three years ago, he was injured in a chase that evaded the Jinyi Guard. Since then, the body has been getting worse day by day.

It just so happened that Linlang's wolf venom did not attack that year, but made an unstoppable comeback after a year. It was that time that Fang Qirui once again dared to use ten hands despite everyone's dissuasion. It was also that time that he lay on the bed forever and it was difficult to walk the rivers and lakes.

Linlang knew that it was all because of her. Therefore, she must do something for her stepfather, even if it is to take a weak life. "Besides, I've already found a medicine in the Jin family, if you still care about me, don't stop me!"

"But ......"

"Say no more!"

Under the vast starry sky, I don't know how many people are sad, and who in the gloomy night is for her in her heart. The Golden House, the place that once filled Linlang with laughter, now stepped into it again with tears, but this time is not what it used to be. Linlang is bound to fight with the Jin family.

Fang Yan gritted his teeth, his eyes full of self-blame. He had also practiced the Ten Seals, but this esoteric skill was difficult to perform with his current skills. Taking a deep breath to inhale the chill of winter into his lungs, Fang Yan looked up at the starry sky, his fists clenched white. Only he knew in his heart that once the Ten Sealed Hands were cast, the depleted True Yuan could never be repaired!

Jincheng has long been different from the past.

Linlang's plan has just begun, and it is already difficult to move forward. The situation in the small city was mixed, and she had to temporarily retreat to avoid its edge. Chi Jingfei, Li Zhidi, and perhaps the Bai family who were secretly obstructing, they moved too fast, so that Linlang's plan was completely scattered.

What to do?

"Alas——!" Linlang looked at Jincheng, who was immersed in the joy, and sighed long in her heart.

After a while, Fang Yan suddenly walked to Linlang's side and whispered in his ear, and then stared at Linlang's weak body with a reluctant gaze and retreated away.

After a while, a familiar figure appeared at the foot of the mountain. His tall man rose and fell rhythmically with his steps, his silver-white coat swaying in the wind, and more familiar was the silver fox that stood on his shoulder, wagging its shaggy tail as if it knew that there was someone on the West Hill.

"Xiao Jin, why are you so restless?"

Bai Shaocheng smiled and turned his head to look at the naughty and restless Xiao Jin beside him. Stretched out his big hand and gently stroked the smooth and smooth fur of the silver fox, and there were strange ripples in his heart. "If you're still alive, show up soon! Xiaojin's longevity is near, and I hope to see you. Bai Shaocheng looked at Xiao Jin gently, his lips pursed slightly, obviously emotional.

The silver fox was still staring straight at the top of the mountain, and he followed Xiao Jin's gaze to look up, and the Wangxiang Pavilion stood alone in the dark jungle. Its octagonal eaves are entangled in glass, and at this time it is wrapped in silver, which is extremely conspicuous in the moonlight. "Is someone in the pavilion?" Bai Shaocheng was slightly puzzled, frowning at the silver fox, its black eyes with a shiny light, staring at the top with excitement.

Bai Shaocheng quickened his pace and walked straight to Wangxiang Pavilion through the snow. Only a row of shallow footprints stretched from the opposite side of the pavilion.

I don't know who stopped here, I don't know when that person left!

Looking at the traces left by the lotus feet, Bai Shaoyan's mind went blank. It was like a stone blocking my heart, blocking the tears and lingering behind me. Immediately after, the past hidden in the depths of memory exploded in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, all the figures of that person were in my mind, and she danced happily in the snow like a sparrow. Jumping and dancing, she grew up and became a strange girl to continue her unfinished dance steps.

Bai Shaocheng knew in his heart that that strange girl was called Linlang! But he wasn't sure that Linlang was the Jin Xiaoqi of the year. It was only because of the spur of the moment that Silver Fox made him link the two together.

The fireworks in the golden house were still being set off, but the roaring cannons could hardly arouse the slightest joy in Jin Chi's heart. Looking at the battered cotton silos, he wanted to cry without tears. Forcibly steadied his vanity, staring at the broken boxes on the ground in a daze.

"Old man......"

Yu Yan frowned, knowing that there would definitely be no danger at this time, he still put his hand on his waist and was on guard.

Jin Chi waved his hand to stop Yu Yan from continuing, "Count, how many boxes are missing?" ”

Yu Yan looked around solemnly, nodded, strode on the cotton that had turned to ashes, and neatly searched several hidden dark places. After a while, Yu Yan returned to Jin Chi's side with a dark face, glanced up, and quickly lowered his head to avoid Jin Chi's angry gaze, "Master, the six boxes in the dark have all been moved, and only the three boxes buried under the cotton have been implicated in the fire. Inside ...... I'm afraid it won't work even if it's repaired. His chest was pounding for a long time, and he didn't know what Jin Chi was thinking at this time, and what kind of move he would make next.

"The best three boxes they moved didn't move, but they took great pains to get the six boxes in the dark." Jin Chi nodded frequently and muttered to himself, suddenly raised his head and looked at the big hole burned out of the roof and said coldly: "Check a few guys who have been to Dengzhou Mansion, who leaked the secret of the cotton warehouse!" The plain words were ruthless, destined to disappear from this world forever tonight.

"Master, don't you check the arsonist?" Yu Yan reminded softly, he always kept his head down, deliberately lowering his voice.

"Humph!" Jin Chi exhaled, the fist hidden in his sleeve clenched, and after a long time, he sighed and said, "No need to check, except for a few of them who dare to do this in Jincheng, no one has the courage to do this!" ”

"Is it ......?"

Yu Yan raised his head and looked cautiously at Jin Chishu's outstretched eyebrows. He knew that the more calm the old man was, the more angry he was in his heart. And those who anger the lord will be tormented by pain. He had only seen this kind of expression once before, and that was when he suddenly heard the news that Mrs. Lin had fallen into a well and hanged herself ten years ago. Later, the eldest lady could no longer conceive an heir, and washed her face with tears all day long.

Jin Chi closed his eyes, his flat forehead trembling slightly as he guessed something. "Bai Shuyuan, Du Laoqi, and Li Zhidi! Hmph, if you eat my gold pool, I want you to spit it out tenfold! Jin Chi stepped on the cotton with the aftermath, and the fine powder rose high and fell on his clean leather boots with the puffing of smoke.

"Fence me here, not a single mouse can be released!"