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The man was dressed in black like ink, and every step he took was calm and unfazed, not in a hurry, and someone behind him held an oil-paper umbrella to block the falling frost and snow for him.

The cold and unmanned streets, he seems to be the only scenery, with a noble body and a calm posture.

This was Feng Qingyan's first feeling when she saw him, but not only that, she seemed to see something in him-

"If I am king, who will fight?" An invincible man, with a shake of his robe, full of majesty......

Blood was dripping, the long sword in his hand was handed forward, and the man's eyes were full of anger: "Do you know whose blood is stained with this sword......

"You and I have joined forces to level the world, why not?" The slender hand was raised, and the jade fingers with distinct knots pinched the delicate chin of a person, and he leaned closer, as if the handsome face of a celestial man was magnified in front of him......

"I'll give you whatever you want, and I'll give you your life!" Stepping down from a high position, he was full of momentum, and raised his hand to hug a certain person into his arms: "But, can you stay with me?" ”

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Fragmented pictures flashed, and Feng Qingyan saw clearly, the man in the picture was the person walking towards her in front of her.

The posture and the face were indescribably similar, but it was just another person, and she never saw it.

Her gaze stayed on him, and she couldn't help but pay more attention to him when she remembered the picture that had just flashed in her mind.

At this moment, even she doesn't know that in the dark, just this glance is a thousand years.

It wasn't until the two of them walked in front of her that Feng Qingyan withdrew his gaze in shock.

"The girl wants to buy an umbrella?" Xu is Feng Qingyan's gaze was too direct just now, and the man also noticed her, and his steps stopped in front of her, and glanced at the shop that had just driven her out.

There was a coldness in his voice, there was no sense of concern, and the two of them treated each other as if they were strangers, but they were slightly different.

The picture that flashed just now made Feng Qingyan alert to him, this person is definitely not simple.

But after thinking about it, in order to avoid revealing anything, she still nodded slightly, "Yes." ”

The cold little face was white and flawless, and the red cloak blocked the wind and frost that attacked, but it was also stained with some of it.

Raising his hand, a pale red oil-paper umbrella appeared in the man's hand, and then handed it to her.

"They are both outsiders, and when they see Hezhou City, they can be said to have a fate. This umbrella was given to the girl, and the begonia flower matched the girl very well. ”

The lukewarm sentence made Feng Qingyan frown, what does this mean?

Feng Qingyan couldn't figure it out, even the woman holding an oil-paper umbrella behind him couldn't help but look sideways, looking at Feng Qingyan's gaze with a faint sense of unkindness.

"Well, thank you, Childe." Feng Qingyan stretched out his hand to take it, although he didn't know what medicine he was selling in this gourd, but he didn't say no.

Whether it's friend or foe, you'll know when you try.

"Farewell."

He walked around her and didn't look at her again, only the woman behind him secretly peeked at her with a hint of coldness as she passed her.

Feng Qingyan watched them leave, and then his gaze fell back to the oil-paper umbrella in his hand.

The oil-paper umbrella was opened, and a begonia tree was painted on the bright red oil-paper. The trunk of the flower tree extends from the bottom to the top and is dyed in different shades of brown, while the begonia flowers in full bloom on the flower tree are distinctly white and delicately decorated.

It's just that the color of the umbrella is so bright red that it looks like it's soaked in blood.

In addition to the exquisite workmanship, this oil-paper umbrella does not seem to be dangerous, and inadvertently, she saw a few words engraved on the handle of the umbrella: Liuyue Xuetang.

Ryuyue Blood Begonia?

Could the name have fallen? How can this white begonia flower be a blood begonia? It must be Ryutsuki.

Just a name, she didn't bother with it, propped the umbrella above her head, and walked forward.

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Walking on the street, the woman behind the man could still see the figure of Feng Qingyan gradually moving away when she turned around, and couldn't help but ask urgently: "Childe, why did you give her the Liuyue Blood Tang Umbrella, that's ......?"

"It's not your business." The man spoke coldly, successfully stopping the woman's unfinished words, never looking at her.

"Yes, the subordinates have trespassed." The woman bowed her head, and then she didn't ask again.

No one knew that when the man saw Feng Qingyan standing in front of him, a picture flashed in his mind:

An uninhibited posture, standing in the air, dressed in red fluttering in the wind and snow. The moment his body hit the ground, his raised eyes were full of murderous intent and ruthlessness......

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"Report, Qiqi City Lord, a large number of ghost soldiers have appeared outside the city!" The sudden sound of the report calmed the city lord of Zhao, who was about to take a sip of the teacup.

His pupils shrank, the teacup in his hand fell heavily on the table, and his body couldn't help but stand up.

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When the night fell, outside the city of Hezhou, rows of humanoid soldiers wearing black robes kept approaching, their bodies exuded a strong black gas, if you look closely, you can see that under the robes, they have no flesh and blood.

Dry bones holding spears, helmeted skulls with black gas oozing, they walked in the night, their feet on the snow, step by step, the steps in unison seemed to have a thousand momentum.

They are ghost soldiers, elite divisions who have guarded the northern part of Ember Yun City in the Ghost Domain, and they only obey the orders of the ghost generals, and their spears are down, and their iron bones are ruthless.

Many people came to the city wall, and when they saw this scene, they were almost frightened, and their bodies couldn't help but retreat.

"Ghost soldiers, ghost soldiers again!"

"Quick, go and tell Daoist Xuanchen!"

There was some chaos on the city wall, and only some people with slightly higher cultivation and concentration stabilized their minds and yelled at those who were afraid: "What a panic!" ”

"A dignified seven-foot man, the ghost soldiers were scared before they started to attack the city, and there is no shame in losing people!" The man who spoke was the guard of Hezhou City, surnamed Song, about forty years old, with a cold face and a very serious expression.

Being yelled at by him like this, those who were originally panicked didn't dare to speak out again, barely holding back their fear.

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And on a high mountain cliff, there was a black figure in a battle robe who watched this scene quietly, and the corners of his lips couldn't stop curving.

"Father, why can't you talk to the messenger first!" There was a warm voice behind her, she was bound by the rope condensed by the dark arts, and she couldn't break free no matter how she struggled.

She had found her father and told him about the messenger, but he tied her up.

"Samei is right, there has been no female envoy in the city of Youdu for a long time. Not only that......" Nuan Zhi's father, the ghost general, slowly turned around and looked at her: "You may not know that not long ago, the city lord of Youdu City has been replaced, and the new city lord is missing. ”