In the courtyard, there was a sudden silence. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The lantern swayed, distorting and elongating the shadow of the person.

Everyone looked at Xinghuan, some were amazed, some were greedy, some were jealous, and some were indifferent......

Xia Xiaojian wiped his mouth, straightened his robe, and said with a smile: "It's cold, you don't have to come out." ”

Xinghuan said casually: "The moonlight is very good, come out for a walk." ”

Xia Xiaojian just wanted to continue to say something, but was interrupted.

"There is time after falling in love, and now, either let my son-in-law go, or, we can only do it."

It was a cold woman in white who spoke.

Next to the woman, there were several women dressed in the same attire.

Xinghuan looked at it twice and said, "White Camel Villa? ”

The cold woman said indifferently: "That's right." ”

Xinghuan looked at another wave of people and said, "Murong Clan? ”

A middle-aged scholar smiled slightly and said, "Exactly." ”

Xinghuan smiled, crossed the iron pillar of Xia Xiaojian's Nangong, came to the courtyard, and said, "It's too late, you should go." ”

Behind him, Xia Xiaojian's expression was full of worry.

The cold-eyed woman snorted coldly and said, "Yes, let my son-in-law go." ”

The middle-aged scholar put away the folding fan and arched his hand, and said, "Please also tell me the whereabouts of my young master." ”

Xinghuan thought about it, turned around and asked Xia Xiaojian, "Can you put it?" ”

Xia Xiaojian hesitated and said, "Yes." ”

It doesn't matter if Yin Liang wants it or not, he can't put the woman he likes in danger.

He didn't expect so many people to come.

Two groups of people came together.

In fact, the reason why Ouyang Hua is still retained is mainly to prepare more means.

Murong Hao is dead, and things are in trouble.

In the rivers and lakes, once you get into trouble, it will soon lead to countless troubles.

Their original intention was just to get some benefit, nothing more.

Who would have thought that Murong Hao was dead.

Strictly speaking, this trouble is caused by Xing Huan, and has nothing to do with them.

It's a pity that Xia Xiaojian wants to get involved, and even wants to take this trouble alone.

Wishful thinking or idiot fools.

I finally met someone I liked, so I always have to give it a try.

Bang!

Ouyang Hua was casually thrown into the courtyard by Nangong Tiezhu.

"Childe ......"

Coughing in pain, Ouyang Hua was helped up by the cold woman.

quickly untied the rope, and said coldly and angrily: "You dare to hurt Gongzi like this." ”

Ouyang Hua waved his hand and gasped, "Don't blame them. ”

The cold woman hugged Ouyang Hua and said, "But, Childe ......"

Ouyang Hua breathed a sigh of relief and interrupted, "This injury was left to me by Murong Hao. ”

The cold woman looked at the middle-aged scholar, her eyes full of coldness.

The middle-aged scholar smiled slightly, ignored her gaze, and asked Xiang Xinghuan, "I wonder if this girl knows the whereabouts of my young master?" ”

Xia Xiaojian opened his mouth to speak.

Xinghuan took the first step and said indifferently: "I don't know." ”

This time, he's smart.

Must lie.

It's stupid to be above board or something.

He is very afraid of trouble now, because once he gets into trouble again, he will have to change his identity.

This time it's a woman, what about next time?

Is it a child?

With cartilage skills, it's not difficult for him.

But it's too tiring to go back and forth.

It's better to keep a low profile......

On the premise that there is no evidence, even if the Gusu Murong clan wants to trouble him, there is no way.

When Murong Hao died, no one saw it, and all he knew was him, Xia Xiaojian, and Nangong Tiezhu.

His body had been burned to ashes and abandoned in the barren mountains and mountains.

It can be said that there are no bones left, leaving no traces.

It's impossible to find it.

Whether Murong Hao is a player or an aborigine, he doesn't know.

However, even if it is a player, it has nothing to do with his original identity after death, and at most, the news that he was killed by Xinghuan will only circulate among players.

There are so many big things that happen every day in the rivers and lakes.

The only place where games communicate with reality is forums.

Every day someone dies, and countless posts are sent out every day.

The reason why the deaths of Yang Wudi and the others were quickly known by players was entirely because of Xinghuan's personal strength.

Killing the elders of the beggar gang is too high-profile, and then there is no old man......

It's hard not to attract attention.

Under normal circumstances, even if the heir of the peerless school dies, he can't make any waves.

Because there are too many peerless heirs, they will never die.

The heirs of the famous schools can be mass-produced, but for some unknown reasons, each peerless school is only passed on to one person.

After the death of a lone peerless heir, the peerless knowledge on his body will also be regenerated in a corner of this world, waiting for the next destined person......

Moreover, after the player dies, there is a long wait to re-enter the game.

The real world does not flow at the same rate as the game world.

When you return to the game again, you will have to play half a year at the earliest.

In half a year, this Jianghu who is always experiencing grievances and hatred may have forgotten it.

Even if it's still circulating, it has nothing to do with it.

Because his identity has changed, he may be a passerby, a beggar, or a shopkeeper......

In short, there is no connection with the original identity, and everything can only start over.

Therefore, Xinghuan is not worried at all.

On the steps, Xia Xiaojian instantly reacted to Xinghuan's intentions and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Indeed, as long as you insist that you don't know, even the Gusu Murong clan is helpless.

Just let them find it slowly.

Anyway, Murong Hao fled, as for where he fled and whether he was still alive, it didn't matter to them.

In the courtyard, the middle-aged scholar's smile paused, and said, "Please also ask the girl to tell me in detail about last night's incident." ”

Xinghuan looked at Xia Xiaojian and said, "You didn't say it?" ”

Xia Xiaojian said: "I don't know what happened after you were kidnapped, so I didn't say it." ”

Xinghuan nodded and said to the middle-aged scholar: "Not long after running last night, he left me after throwing me down, and I don't know what happened after that." ”

The middle-aged scholar frowned, his eyes flickering.

After a pause, he said, "Can I wait in and take a look?" ”

Xinghuan went to the recliner on the side and lay down comfortably.

The Taoist temple is not his, and he can't be the master.

Xia Xiaojian understood, and said unceremoniously: "It's getting late, you should go." ”

On the side, Ouyang Hua suddenly said, "Let's go." ”

He now needs to heal as soon as possible.

He was not in a hurry about Murong Hao's whereabouts, and even, he hoped that the other party had better die in this barren mountain.

After such a long time, the blood of the spirit snake may have already been absorbed by the other party's body, and even if he used the secret technique to extract it, he would not be able to extract much.

The reason why they are still chasing and killing each other is just because of hatred.

The hatred of blood, not the same sky.

Since he can't get it, he can only kill Murong Hao to vent his hatred.

The cultivation of the spirit snake is not easy, and if he wants to cultivate a second one, it is not easy to say, or even hopeless.

This hatred is no longer resolvable.

Even if he killed Murong Hao with his own hands, he would not be happy.

Therefore, he hoped that Murong Hao would die, but he didn't want the other party to die like this.

to die, and to die at his hand.

If he didn't let the other party suffer the pain of ten thousand snakes, how could he be willing to let the other party die so easily.

Ouyang Hua left, and when he was leaving, the cold woman glared fiercely at the middle-aged scholar and Xia Xiaojian.

At this point, there was only a wave of middle-aged men left in the courtyard.