A little warm sunlight spread all over the wooden house, and the shadows that fell to the ground looked faint, almost imperceptible, and never moved.

The hand was still held by Xin'er, but it seemed to be tighter, and I couldn't get the slightest response to my drinking, and now that I think about it, no one can even hear it, like I can feel 'me', but 'I' don't seem to know anything about my existence, not to mention Xin'er, the simple courtyard in front of the wooden house fenced with a few branches and branches is only 'me' and Xin'er, and no one else exists, but the sudden chill just now is definitely not ' I'm or Xin'er sent it, it's definitely not, it's an intuition, the intuition cultivated by Senior Sister Yu and Tang Shaofei, although it didn't play the slightest role in the face of Brother Qingfeng, and I couldn't resist if I felt it, but it wasn't useless at all, at least I could have time to prepare.

"Huh?" I have already condensed my mind and seem to feel more sensitive to the outside world, and I even have a feeling that the Seven Absolute Heart Sutras are still in my body, although I still can't feel the existence of a trace of true qi, but the scene I see in my eyes can't help but make me stunned.

Xin'er? I don't know when the slightly hanging head has been raised, the eyes are blank, I can't feel the point of my gaze, I may clearly feel that Xin'er is not looking at 'me', it's me? Can she see me? Looking at the delicate little face that can be said to be close at hand, I inexplicably felt a chill, and the expressionless look made me feel uncomfortable for a moment, my face was so cold, as if a layer of frost was attached, "Xin'er?!" Shicai's solidified cold killing intent unexpectedly appeared again, and he was unconsciously shocked in his heart, "That's not right! It's not Xin'er! Suddenly reacting to me, I turned my gaze behind me.

The purple-red robe was wrapped around the body, the purple scarf covered the face with only a pair of thin eyes, and the hair mixed with lilac was hanging down on the side of the face, standing around the arms, and the tall body blocked the entire view, although there was no movement, an invisible depression still floated clearly in the bottom of the heart.

Suddenly, I felt my body move, and even 'I' noticed something, and at the same time, my eyes also turned, and I grabbed Xin'er's palm unconsciously tightened, "Who are you?" ”

"Young master." The purple scarf moved, and the solemn voice of the person came out, and his eyes lowered, but before he could completely hang down, his thin eyes suddenly opened, and the chill that swept by me instantly made me feel like I was being slashed by a blade, "Let go of your hand." ”

Hearing the cold tone of the purple scarf man, 'I' was stunned for a moment, and suddenly seemed to feel something, and turned his head back to Xin'er suddenly, the snow-white face was clearly a little more pale, and the eyelashes covered the eyes and fluttered a few times from time to time to see that the people were distressed, and the sound of breathing made my heart cold, and my eyes couldn't help waking up, and then blurted out: "What's wrong with Xin'er!" ”

"Humph!" The Purple Turban Man, who had fallen silent, snorted coldly when he heard the words of 'me', and the cold color that flashed in his eyes was clearly visible in my vision.

"No!" Fast, indescribably fast, it can only make me scream in my mind that I can't even react fast, 'I''' eyes still stay on Xin'er, but in my eyes, the purple scarf person moved, and I only raised my foot and took a step to get behind 'me', and the internal strength condensed in the raised palm made me unable to resist the idea at all, which was completely comparable to Brother Qingfeng's shot, surpassing the existence of Tang Shaofei and Senior Sister Yu, and there was really no idea of reacting.

"For the sake of you taking care of the young master, spare your life, don't bother looking for it in vain, live in peace." With a light hand, a bland word sounded in his ears, with an inexplicable sense of pity.

There is no imaginary pain, no torturous pain, as if the purple scarf man's palm is just a joke, but I have never felt that a pair of eyelids are so heavy, so heavy that 'I' can't hold it up at all, and even I have been affected, feeling the empty right hand, the whole body can't pull out a trace of strength.

"How so?!"

Seeing that the purple scarf man was just a light ring with one hand, the little hand held in the palm of 'my' was withdrawn without the slightest resistance, and the miserable little face remained calm, but the corners of the frowning eyebrows were clearly unwilling, and what was even more strange was that as 'my' body became heavier and heavier, my vision became more and more blurred, why did this happen?! What the hell is that???

No one can hear my shout, it seems that I am just a spectator, really just a spectator, I can't make any moves, I can't stop the purple scarf people's shots, I can't keep Xin'er who was taken away, it feels like a joke at all, a joke that is not funny at all, seeing the reluctance between Xin'er's eyebrows, see' My dim eyes, I don't know what my relationship with this body is, but if I have a choice, I'd rather choose to fight the Purple Turban, even if I really lose, it's better than not being able to do anything like this, this feeling of powerlessness is really disgusting, and I don't want to die like this than to experience it a second time.

"Xin'er" muttered hoarsely from the mouth of 'I', the shadow in his eyes became more and more blurred, the person seemed to be gone, it seemed that he was not leaving, "Xin'er" came out with another voice, and his eyes were completely plunged into darkness

I don't know how long the darkness lasted, from the moment 'my' eyes closed, I seemed to be locked in a cage, covered with a black cloth, and I felt my body lifted and moved, but I couldn't do anything, I could only be silent, I wouldn't be sleepy, I wouldn't be tired.

"Xiao Luo'er Xiao Luo'er" A slightly tired voice suddenly sounded in my ears, a little familiar, but I couldn't remember who it was.

"Hmm"

A slight hum came from the mouth of 'me', the familiar light, although the sudden change made me very uncomfortable, but still from the bottom of my heart a touch of joy, did not care about the slightest discomfort, urgently turned my eyes, I just want to know the current situation, I want to know how Xin'er is, even if I still can't figure out my relationship with this body, but the trace of attachment and familiarity from the bottom of my heart makes me unable to sit idly by.

"This is Old Man Hong?!"

The room with a slight sense of familiarity, the short gray hair that has not been taken care of, the tattered little hat, and the chuckle hanging on the side of the mouth all have a sense of disrespect for the old, although there is a slight difference, but this is definitely the old man Hong, "This is Qiandeng Town?!" When I saw the old man in front of me, I suddenly thought about why I felt familiar with the scene outside. Master of the martial arts, Uncle Zhang of the blacksmith shop"

When I saw the person behind Old Man Hong, a few names suddenly popped up in the back of my head, and the strange thought even made me neglect to check the condition of my body first.