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He Shan gave up covering up and was puzzled: "How do you see it?" ”

Xinghuan didn't bother to explain, and said: "Everyone has secrets, if you change to someone else, no one should be able to tell if you are true or fake." ”

He Shan smiled and said, "That's right, you are the first person to see the truth so far." ”

Xinghuan walked out of the hall and said indifferently: "It seems that I have good luck." ”

He Shan looked inexplicable and sighed: "Sometimes, the first is also the last. ”

Xinghuan suddenly laughed.

The last one?

Not necessarily......

He Shan didn't stop him this time, just stood there quietly, smiling.

Xinghuan ignored it, walked to the door, and prepared to step out.

This is the best opportunity, and it will not be easy to make a move on him when you get out of this door.

Sure enough, the next moment, two figures attacked him from outside the door, one left and one right.

Fast, urgent, accurate.

The two figures cooperated very tacitly, one attacking his throat and the other attacking his heart.

It's a pity that Xinghuan has already realized it.

On his chest, the little white tiger seemed to sense the danger and whimpered in a low voice, as if he was about to wake up.

Seeing this, Xinghuan patted it lightly, making the little white tiger quiet.

After a sword light suddenly appeared in the sword box, all attacks stopped.

A moment later.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After three sounds of falling to the ground, three bodies appeared in the doorway.

The third body was not a fake He Shan's, but another hidden, more covert assassin.

The other party was originally hidden above the door to act as a hindrance.

However, in front of Xinghuan, no matter how secretive and unexpected hiding is, it will not help.

The sword light stopped in front of Xinghuan and revealed its original form.

This is an iron sword with only a sword body and no hilt.

This peculiar long sword had been bought from a blacksmith's shop in the hamlet that night, and it was just a hilt, which was a simple thing for any blacksmith.

In the town before, it was also this handleless iron sword that killed the dozens of Xuanjia soldiers.

The reason why I didn't want the hilt of the sword was just to make it a little faster to control the sword, and by the way, it would be easier to pierce the heart.

Just like the three corpses in front of me, two of them had their throats slashed and one had their hearts pierced.

The iron sword was not stained with the slightest blood, and it was still bright and clean.

Behind him, Fake He Shan disappeared at some point.

In this regard, Xinghuan is very sorry.

He almost killed the other party, but unfortunately, it was a very cunning person.

After seeing the death of three of his subordinates, the other party saw that the situation was wrong, so he decisively withdrew and fled.

If he took a step further, his sword could arrive, and then either pierce the heart or cut the throat, leaving it there completely.

It's a pity, it's still a little bit worse after all.

There was no killing intent around, and there were dogs barking and birds chirping outside.

Xinghuan didn't continue to leave, but sighed, turned around and walked through the hall, towards the back room.

Just now, he just forced the fake He Shan to make a move, and he didn't really want to leave.

Talking so much to the other party is just to find out the other party's intentions.

Whether He Shan is still alive or not, he does not know.

So, he plans to look again and see if he can find anything.

As he passed the hall, he took a sip of the jug of wine and drank it.

After drinking, he will enter the mood of laughter and drunkenness, his thoughts will always be clearer, and his shots will be faster, as for the power enhancement effect of the next blow, it will not be of much use to him.

For him, whether it is stronger or weaker, it is enough to kill the enemy.

Across the hall, he began to search room by room.

After a few moments, he found nothing.

The whole house was very quiet, even the basement he searched, but still found nothing.

He Shan, is he really dead......

If he didn't die, the other party would always leave him something.

If you die, you should leave something behind.

Now, there is nothing left......

After thinking about it, Xinghuan planned to go to Emei.

There is no news of He Shan, and now he can only find Yan Rong.

With He Shan's concern for his master, since Yan Rong is not here, she must have been sent to Mount Emei by the other party early.

Because the current head of Emei, Master Jinghui, is Yan Rong's friend, and the other party will definitely help with this favor.

Therefore, Yan Rong can only be on Mount Emei.

Now, Xinghuan can only rely on his own guesses.

He Shan's whereabouts are not in a hurry, because no matter whether He Shan is dead or alive, he is already too late.

Now, all he had to do was wait for those people to come to the door.

He has already released the news of his death, whether those people believe it or not, they will not give up, and they will come back to contact him, and they will always find an opportunity when the time comes.

Moreover, even if he showed up, he would not be able to change anything.

Dead, it is impossible to come back to life.

Not dead, even if he doesn't show up, he won't die.

It's a very real world, and it's too elusive to save people at the last moment.

Sometimes, there are things that are missed and missed.

What's more, He Shan's whereabouts are only unknown now, and it is not the best way to show up rashly.

In the backyard, on the swing, Xinghuan sat bored and swayed on it.

He's waiting.

It doesn't matter who waits for you in the end, in short, it's better than running around.

It was already afternoon, and he didn't plan to go to Mount Emei now, it would be better to go tomorrow morning.

Waiting is boring.

Fortunately, I haven't been on a swing for a long time, and Xinghuan is also having a lot of fun.

After a long time, I finally heard the sound of very light footsteps in my ears.

To his surprise, he was waiting for the little beggar not long ago.

When the little beggar saw him, he breathed a sigh of relief and gasped slightly, "Sister, go quickly, those people are here." ”

At the same time, more intricate footsteps could be heard in the distance.

Before Xinghuan could react, he was dragged by the little beggar from the back door of the house and left.

looked at the little beggar in front of him, Xinghuan thoughtfully.

He originally thought that the little beggar was just a little beggar, but he didn't expect that the other party was not just a little beggar......

So, what is this little beggar approaching him for?

Maybe it won't be long before he knows.

After leaving the house, the little beggar pulled Xinghuan to turn left and right, and finally came to a ruined temple.

The ruined temple was very remote, not far from the tall city walls, and the temple was empty, and now there were only the two of them.

The little beggar looked outside, and after making sure that he had not been caught up, he was finally completely relieved.

Xinghuan sat on the straw mat, the smile under the veil was very inexplicable, and said, "Little guy, have we met somewhere?" ”

The little beggar was a little embarrassed and said, "When I was picking up something on the corpse this morning, my sister happened to be passing by. ”

Xinghuan sighed: "It seems that we are really destined. ”

The little beggar was even more embarrassed, and said in a low voice: "Actually, I have been following my sister." ”

Confessed so quickly?

And the little beggar followed all the time, and he didn't even notice it along the way.

However, the little beggar had no murderous intent towards him, and there was no murderous aura on his body, so it was not an exaggeration for him not to notice it.

After being surprised, Xinghuan played with the taste: "What are you doing with your sister?" ”

The little beggar was a little scared for some reason......