In a warm pavilion in the Huan Mansion, Huan Lin, the second son of the Huan family, sat crookedly next to the mahogany table, and the dark fragrance in the room floated, mixed with the strong smell of wine, and became a very complex taste.

There was no light in the room, only an orange glimmer peeking through the stove, and the pale-faced man was listless, dressed only in crumpled white pajamas, his long black hair scattered over his face, and in front of him was an empty flask, the last half of which was an amber spirit in his left hand.

Opposite the man was an old man in his sixties, his slightly cloudy eyes were bright, but his eyebrows were sad.

"Second Young Master, you can't be so depressed anymore. ”

The old man obviously had a grudge against the man in front of him, and he looked like he hated iron.

The man opposite him suddenly smiled, turned the wine glass with the index finger and thumb of his left hand, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Teacher, do you say that I am worse than my brother? Why does my father favor him so much, and I also want to bring pride to Huanfu, why is he the only one who inherits the 'Black Yan Fu' tree?"

The old man glanced at him, and his narrow eyes flashed: "You hate the eldest young master so much, why did you save him not long ago, you should kill him, so that the 'Black Yan Fu' tree can be inherited by you." ”

With a snap, the wine glass between Huan Lin's left hand was crushed by him, and as soon as he tilted his head, the hair on his face slid downward, revealing his delicate facial features, but his eyes were dull and dull, and his eye bubbles were swollen.

"Teacher, if I say that if he dies, I will die with him, do you believe it?"

Huan Lin tilted his head, lowered his godless gaze, looked at the old man opposite blankly, his lips were bloodless, and then ripped open the placket on his chest with his right hand, only to see that on his strong chest, there was a sigil that emitted golden light.

"Parasitic mistletoe!"

The corners of the old man's mouth twitched, his face was cloudy, and his disappointment with the man in front of him suddenly turned into sympathy.

Huan Lin suddenly laughed: "This is given by my father, let me assist my brother and protect him for the rest of my life, if anything happens to him, I won't survive, haha." ”

The old man was suddenly silent for a while, and then stood up for a long time: "Zhou Ruoling followed Ge Hongqing to the forbidden land, do you want to go and see?"

Huan Lin pinched a fragment of a wine glass in his left hand, raised his hand, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it, and finally a trace of sharpness flashed between his godless eyes.

The old man didn't seem to want to hear Huan Lin's answer, and after asking that sentence, he turned around and walked out of the warm pavilion, his steps getting farther and farther away.

The man in the warm pavilion finally stood up slowly, his long figure bent slightly, his steps staggered a little, he twisted his body, let go of the fragments in his hand, and the fragments shattered after falling to the ground.

The slightly bent body straightened, a clear spiritual power was released, and the flames in the furnace were immediately extinguished.

At the same time, Wen Ning, who was in the City Lord's Mansion, was lying on the bed tossing and turning, and there was something that had been bothering him.

Not long ago, he met his cousin Zhou Ruoling, she seemed to have just cried, he only asked his cousin what was wrong, but his cousin seemed to have a grudge against him, ignored him and ran away.

However, he didn't offend his cousin, although they were only new acquaintances, they got along quite happily, and I don't know why my cousin suddenly got angry with him.

He didn't dare to ask his aunt, because his aunt seemed to like him very much, and as soon as he met his aunt, he would have endless greetings and gossip, and she would have to pick up the secrets of the Immortal Sect.

Wen Ning was distraught and a little irritable, and just as he was about to get up, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark figure standing outside the window.

"Want to know how your parents died twenty-five years ago?"

The shadow left a word and vanished.

This sentence rang in Wen Ning's ears with a bang, and his face, which had always been calm, suddenly turned hideous, and his whole body trembled because of nervousness.

"Your Excellency, please stay and speak clearly!"

The spiritual power in Wen Ning's body exploded all of a sudden, and the figure disappeared in an instant, chasing the black shadow tightly.

The black shadow seemed to be waiting for him intentionally, and when Wen Ning caught up, the speed began to skyrocket, and Wen Ning was thrown away at once.

Wen Ning's whole person was chaotic, and now there was only one thought left, which was to catch up with the black shadow in front of him and let the other party tell him how his parents died.

Twenty-five years ago, his parents took him to Fuyue City to attend the engagement banquet of his uncle and aunt when he was still in infancy, and the three of them stayed in Fuyue City for more than half a month, but on the eve of preparing to return to Youzhou, his parents died mysteriously.

His uncle and aunt felt very guilty about this, so they loved this little nephew even more, and after losing his parents, he lived in Floating Moon City for many years until he joined the Immortal Sect.

In the past twenty-five years, his uncle and aunt have never stopped looking for the murderer, and Wen Ning is no different.

So when Wen Ning heard others ask him if he wanted to know the cause of his parents' deaths, he almost lost his mind and chased after him desperately.

The black shadow took Wen Ning out of the city, and then shuttled through a dense forest.

After entering the polar night, a cold moon hung in the sky of Floating Moon City most of the time, and the moonlight poured on this vast and dense forest, like a silver ocean.

The two figures were like sharks in the ocean, and the powerful spiritual power was like a sharp edge, and from time to time, huge trees fell down.

Wen Ning's whole face was tense, the spiritual power in his body was running at high speed, the cold wind in his ears was whistling, and his eyes were firmly locked on the black shadow in front of him.

No matter how much he increased his speed, the shadow in front of him could always maintain a similar speed to him, and the distance between them was always delicate, he couldn't catch up with the shadow, and the shadow didn't seem to want to get rid of him.

Wen Ning gritted his teeth, his face was ugly, he was proud, he didn't expect that he would not be able to catch up with the black shadow in front, judging from the aura of the black shadow in front, the cultivation of the black shadow would not exceed the seventh level of illusion!

"Chongming!"

Wen Ning, who was at the peak of the illusion realm, turned pale, the flame pattern on his forehead suddenly appeared, and the light of the flame surged between his pupils.

A red light flashed in the forest, catching up with the black shadow in an instant, and an ethereal roar spread, and the blazing breath instantly permeated.

"Leave me behind!"

Wen Ning was parallel to the black shadow in an instant, snorted coldly, stretched out his right palm, and a pair of huge flame wings suddenly bloomed between his right palm.

The pair of flame wings suddenly merged, and immediately enveloped the black shadow.

The black shadow was instantly surrounded by flames, the black cloth covering his face was burned by the fire, his spiritual power was desperately isolating the erosion of the flames, and a pale face finally appeared.

The face was delicate, and it seemed to be less than twenty-five years old, but its eyes were blank, there was no lip color, and the eye bubbles were puffy.

"Huanlin, how could it be you?"

Wen Ning's whole face turned cold, how could Huan Lin know about what happened twenty-five years ago?

"You...... You first...... Take me ...... Let go. ”

The face became more and more pale, as if it could not withstand the erosion of the flames, and the expression seemed to be painful.

Wen Ning took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the anger in his chest, the flame on his forehead suddenly gradually extinguished, and the pair of flame wings disappeared with it.

"Ahem, ahem!" Huan Lin pinched his throat, the corners of his mouth rose, pointing to a mountain peak in the distance, his voice hoarse, "I didn't lie to you, there is a cave there that hides the cause of your parents' deaths." ”

Wen Ning's face twitched, and his eyes narrowed slightly: "If you lie to me, you will die a miserable death!"