"The young sect master of the Eight Tibetan Sect, male or female?" the young man asked the woman beside him.

"It must be a man, he chased me before, but the old lady just didn't promise him, he looks pretty much the same. The woman said proudly.

"Oh, that's amazing. There was a hint of jealousy in the young man's tone.

The woman also pinched the young man with her hand, and pinched the young man to admit that he was wrong.

The strong man looked at the two of them, tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and the original scenes came to his mind.

"Something on your mind?" the young man asked, the strong man.

"No, no, it's just that when I see the two of you, I think of my fiancée. ”

"And what about your fiancée?" said the young man, as the woman standing beside him twisted his flesh tightly.

The strong man also hurriedly said, "It's okay, if it weren't for this Third Master Qin, my fiancée wouldn't have left me!" Speaking of which, the strong man slapped himself fiercely.

The young man hurriedly grabbed him and asked, "Is it because of Qin's third grandson again?"

"It's because of him! If he hadn't defiled my fiancée Yun'er, Yun'er wouldn't have committed suicide!"

Seven-foot man! Burly and magnificent! Standing up to the sky and the earth! Now he is crying tears like rain, and his beloved is dying in front of him, but he has no way, he can't do anything!

The woman beside the young man turned her head and walked out the door.

The young man grabbed him and said, "What do you want to do?"

"I'm going to find that bastard of the Eight Gus!" the woman said, shaking off the young man's hand.

"You're a wolf! Get back to me. The young man reached out again and pulled the woman back.

"They're going to come to us, and all we have to do now is wait for them to come to us. The young man sat on the bench and said.

"No, you two are still young, you run quickly, and I'll take care of the rest. The strong man said and walked out the door.

The strong man had just walked outside the door, but he flew in and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The young man slowly stood up from the bench and pulled the woman beside him to the door.

Walking out the door, dozens of people surrounded the two of them with large knives.

"I haven't warmed up the bench before you came, and you want to die so soon?" said the young man.

Out of the crowd came a man riding a lion, the man had three-dimensional facial features, black hair, a black white robe, and a large knife behind his back, his appearance gave people a feeling of coldness.

On the other hand, the young man who was surrounded in the middle, dressed in a white robe, neat and tidy, with delicate facial features, sharp eyes, and standing straight, he gave people the feeling of being bright and upright, and easy to approach.

"What about Qin Sansun?" the young man asked.

"Murong Yan, why are you here?" the black-robed man came down from the lion and walked towards Murong Yan.

The young man next to him was reluctant, and shouted loudly, "If you want to die, you can continue to come." ”

The black man paused, probed the young man, and then continued to walk towards Murong Yan.

The young man waved his hand forward, and the black man stepped back in an instant, and the lion quickly ran behind the black man to resist him.

The black man hurriedly looked in all directions, and there was no one but some onlookers and his men.

The black man continued to walk towards Murong Yan, who grabbed the arm of the young man next to him and leaned on his shoulder.

"His name is Lin Yuze, my husband!" Murong Yan said.

Lin Yuze didn't react, because he didn't expect Murong Yan to make such a move.