It was a melancholy night, with no bright stars but thick lead-colored clouds, and the street lamps were dim and misty behind the endless rain, and the dripping rain played a nocturne full of melancholy on the empty rainy night.

It seems to hear the clear and ethereal voice crying, telling the unforgettable past.

Floating on the deserted streets in the rain and cold wind, without an umbrella or intention, just let the rain drench endlessly, bringing drops of wetness and chill, bringing a distant memory, gray memories.

It's always easy to reminisce on a night like this, to remember the feeling of that heartache.

Walking in the cold wind, the thick melancholy lingers and lingers.

The feeling of loss is most afraid of hearing the faint singing voice floating in the distance, and I can't help but touch the scene, so my heart hurts, and it hurts to the depths of my memory, the untouchable wound in my soul. Why do memories always occupy the whole mind?

Wuhua's heart rippled with such an inexplicable hesitation, eleven years ago, he was adopted by the Lord, taught martial arts, and after ten years, he achieved success and held high the position of the right protector of the Dharma, but for him, all this is not important, the most important thing is the trust of the Lord.

Because the 'Lord' is not just a life-saver for Wuhua, he is like a father, the son never wants to let his father down, for ten years, everything he has is given by the 'Lord', Wuhua's heart is always full of gratitude, and it is precisely because of this gratitude that Wuhua works hard.

No matter the wind, frost, rain or snow, no matter the scorching sun, he has never slackened, just so that one day, he can contribute to the cause of the 'Lord'.

For ten years, his hands were stained with blood, but he didn't think about whether it was right or wrong. All he did was absolute obedience, and before that, the reason why Wuhua would talk so much to Gai Nie was also because of the instructions of the 'Lord', it can be said that he was the faith in Wuhua's heart, the pillar of survival.

But at this moment. Wuhua failed, and Wuhua has been making great progress for ten years. Never tasted the taste of failure, all the exercises, assessments, tasks, and Huahua's results are always the best, and in his dossier, there is always one word 'A', more than 3,000 days and nights in ten years. One thousand seven hundred and eighty-two tasks, the evaluation grade is always A.

Regardless of the difficulty of the task, the time, no effort as long as the result.

Every time he saw the Lord's smile of relief, every time he heard the Lord's praise, he would be very happy.

Sometimes, he's a ruthless killer, and sometimes he's an unearthly son. But in the presence of the Lord, Wuhua will always be the childish child of eleven years ago. He is such a person, such a complex of contradictions.

The rain hit Wuhua's body little by little, but he didn't seem to realize that he had experienced a baptism of failure for the first time in his life, and it always took some time to calm himself. The higher the talent, the more so.

It is the same as back then, when he first entered the Ghost Valley, Wei Zhuang lost to Gai Nie.

"I can't think of the master of the Blood Hell. It would be a person from the Yin and Yang family, I really never expected it! In the rain, the gentle voice sounded again, but with a deep sense of surprise.

'Right...... Let's ...... Let's ......'

There were bursts of calm footsteps, stepping on the stagnant water, Yan Hong was dressed in a black brocade robe, stepping on purple phoenix wings flowing cloud boots, stepping on the stagnant water, but spotless.

Just step by step, step by step, slowly walking, came to Wuhua.

"The nine waters of the Yin and Yang family are rising, and it is really good, although you are still a little short of the heat, but it is already very good."

"The so-called: There are friends who come from afar, don't you also say...... Now that your old friend has arrived, please show up! Yan Hong said.

"It's worthy of the Night Emperor, after a long time of separation, you still haven't changed at all!" Dongjun Road.

"Each other, Dongjun is still the same Dongjun, but ...... What I didn't expect the most was ...... You've deceived everyone...... The blood prison that made people talk about it changed color, it turned out to be opened by your family, I don't know if the Eastern Emperor Taiyi knew it back then? Yan Hong said.

"You don't have to put on a smiling face, with your mind, you can obviously think that if I want a program, I must hide it from him, otherwise, where did I come from to be so big now?" Dongjun Road.

"Well said, well said...... has accumulated such a large family business for more than ten years, and it is indeed not tolerated...... But unfortunately, I have already killed fifteen of your twenty pavilion masters, should you shed a little crocodile tears? Yan Hong sneered.

Dongjun shook his head casually, "Their death, I really have a headache, after all, all the people here are the family funds that I have worked so hard to accumulate, but the big house we are in now seems to be the family of the Night Emperor." Speaking of this, Dongjun slowly took two steps forward, wearing a gold-threaded brocade robe, still as bright as new.

"After tonight, this beautiful big house will be burned down by a fire, do you think it will be beautiful?" A drop of rain fell on Dongjun's side, but it was swept away by an invisible force.

Inexplicably, Yan Hong had a feeling that the person standing in front of him was becoming more and more like another person, Ying Zheng, that's right, it was Ying Zheng.

Dongjun's appearance has not changed in the slightest, but his momentum has changed greatly, the former drifting out of the dust, outstanding, completely disappeared, replaced by a kind of decisiveness, domineering, and fortitude.

What makes him have such a change, his eyes are not so arrogant, so empty-eyed, but like an abyss, looking at him, your state of mind will unconsciously fall into it.

The world was bleak and bleak, filled with killings, hatred, and untold desolation.

The two looked at each other quietly, Yan Hong walked in Dongjun's inner world, but Dongjun didn't seem to be able to get out of Yan Hong's world.

Yan Hong's eyes seem to be filled with a starry sky, endless, boundless, the bright starlight illuminates every corner of Yan Hong's heart, the fiery temperature envelops his soul, Yan Hong's heart is always so warm, but for Dongjun, it seems to be from the soul of the roast.

Yan Hong has a lot, but Dongjun has nothing, they cherish each other, but they represent completely opposite poles.

It's a very wonderful realm, and it's really amazing that your own souls are walking in each other's inner worlds, isn't it?

Here, they do their best to explore each other's secrets, but gradually they discover that they are the same kind of people, but the world has led them on two completely different paths.

The world is a circle, but there will never be an intersection between them, and if you want to end all this, you can only use the sword in your hand to make an end! (To be continued......)