Sikong Yang left after going crazy, his face was gloomy when he left, and Taixia didn't dare to say anything else to stimulate him.

She sat on the bed, hanging her sore arms for a while, and after a while, Luo Hua came over.

With her head hanging and her eyes red, she sat on the edge of her bed without saying a word, and after a while, tears fell in strings, but she didn't cry.

Tantai Xia has a headache, what's wrong with one or two today.

She's the one who gets hurt the most, okay, please don't let her be appeased one by one.

Luo Hua's crying was very light, and then the tears fell faster and faster, and a few drops fell onto the back of Taixia's hand, which upset her.

She took a deep breath and told herself to calm down.

"What's wrong?" She softened her voice.

Unexpectedly, Luo Hua hugged her, and her hot body was as hot as Sikong Yang.

She stiffened, her eyes at the gently swaying string of pearls, and she didn't know what to do.

The flower-like girl has a soft body.

She hadn't been held like this for a long time, as if at this moment she was a piece of driftwood that Luo Hua had been floating in the water for a long time, and she was the one who was desperately needed.

That's what it feels like to be needed.

Putting her arms on her sides and probing twice, she took two deep breaths again, her hands trembling a little but she hugged Luo Hua firmly.

Her shoulders were soon wet with tears, and she patted her back awkwardly to comfort her.

"Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry......"

She suddenly felt that if she hadn't gone through that unwarranted disaster, would she be more proficient.

She has also seen how the daughter of the Lin family cried in the arms of the Lin family's housemother the night before she got married.

"Miss Shantai, do you know Lin Xiangchen?"

Taixia's hand froze in mid-air.

How did Luo Hua know Lin Xiangchen's name? Did she know something? What to do?

"Huh?"

She pretended to be stupid and tried it first.

"The girl from Tantai has already married Wang, you want Lin Xiangchen not to like you, okay, I like him very much, I want him to be my husband."

Each of these words touched the place where Taixia was angry, and she tore Luo Hua off herself.

The apricot eyes were as cold as frost, and the momentum was compelling.

"When you ask others, first think about whether you have this qualification, and besides, as I said, I didn't marry Sikong Yang."

There is no matchmaker's words, no parents' orders, and no dowry under the eight characters, just wearing a wedding dress and drinking a glass of wine, how can it be considered married?

Has anyone asked her opinion?

Even Lin Xiangchen is too.

said that he would spend the rest of his life with her, but he still didn't have the heart to test the spirit bones every year, knowing that there was a difference between immortals and mortals, and later he came to the demon palace on his own initiative to help her take revenge.

Heh, Tantai Xia sneered, but he was just moved by himself.

Sikong Yang also knew that her family died under his thunder and lightning twelve years ago, and she had a blood feud with him, and she wanted to marry him as if nothing had happened.

One thing at a time, which one of them did she decide?

The only thing she can make her own decisions about today is revenge.

No one can disrupt her plans, anyone, including Lin Xiangchen!

Luo Hua looked at her tense face, wiped the tears off her face, and her water-washed eyes were exceptionally clear.

"This is the first time I like a man, and he said that he will always accompany the girl from Tantai, and I will not give up."

She closed her eyes, with a hint of mockery at the corner of her mouth, and said coldly, "What does that have to do with me?" ”

"I'm just telling you."

She said this and turned to leave, her green sleeve scratching the air like a rift in their brief friendship for the past two days.

It's really troublesome, Yutai Xia muttered.

I still have to let Lin Xiangchen go out of the Demon Palace, Luo Hua is Sikong Yang's daughter's pet, he can't die in the Demon Palace.

Tantai Xia lowered her long eyelashes and looked cold.

Sikong Yang came out of Taixia, and his spirit had returned to normal.

Over the years, he has tried some methods intermittently, but to no avail, but the poison of Tantaixia is like a fire, making the extinguished charcoal in his heart burn again.

She couldn't have an accident, he thought so and walked to the study.

The power of the Hehuan Sect is not strong, and no city or country is willing to attach itself to them, but because of the Hehuan Sect's special dual cultivation method, their connections are all over the Xuan Demon Continent, and the handle in their hands makes people dare not despise this sect.

At first, some people with special physique in the early days of the Hehuan Sect were jointly established in order not to suffer inhuman insults and bullying, in order to protect all the special groups of people in the world, with their growth, some disciples moved their hearts to stay with the immortals, but they didn't know that those people just wanted their special physique, so later a certain amazing and brilliant sect master studied a unique marking law, all the disciples who joined the Hehuan Sect would be marked with this mark, so that when they were deceived by scum, no one would collect the corpse.

This mark has the meaning of tracking and positioning in it.

After all, the immortals in the Xuan Demon Continent who study this aspect are a minority, and most of them are more interested in weapons with powerful lethality, so no one can say that this marker can be solved for hundreds of years.

Unfortunately, Sikong Yang is very interested in space and time.

The storage ring that can also be used by mortals is what he set out to transform, and the storage bag that he used to give to Taixia to be able to take and place things at will without consciousness is also a creation that he pondered for a while.

The mark of the Hehuan sect is not difficult to decipher.

He found a few books in his study and began to study them.

Tantai Xia didn't know that she had been marked by the Hehuan Sect, and Heavenly Dao gave her another thing.

It was a small piece of iron, sharp at one end and a slightly thicker piece of iron at the other, and she tried the sharp side.

It's so sharp that it can pierce into a person's body almost instantly, and some of it will melt into the body.

She immediately understood the effect of this thing, she wanted to stab it into Sikong Yang's body, and it could rampage through his body, cutting his blood vessels, intestines, and finally bursting his heart.

"Good stuff."

It was so small that she couldn't see its tip between her fingers, and she was changing into a dress with longer sleeves to hide the secret weapon perfectly.

She wants to take advantage of the weakness and take advantage of Sikong Yang's weakness after being poisoned, so that the chances of success will be greater.

After getting ready, she asked the guard Sikong Yang where he was, and after learning that he was in the study, she went to the kitchen to bring a bowl of tonic medicine soup, and dragged the skirt to the study.

Sikong Yang didn't go crazy.

He sat upright on a chair covered with white bearskin, holding a bamboo slip and reading it with relish.

Yu Taixia put down the medicine soup.

Sikong Yang put down the bamboo slip and looked at Taixia.

At this time, the dusk was approaching sunset, and the warm yellow light spread over her through the window, and in the halo, she seemed to be not mortal.

"You're not angry?"

"Angry. But then I thought about it, you are an immortal, you have lived for hundreds of years, and after living for so long, there must be some unspeakable past. I can understand. ”

That is to say, his brain is not good when he is old, Sikong Yang was laughed at angrily.

"Where did you learn the yin and yang weirdness? You come here. ”

Taixia walked over obediently, looking at Sikong Yang with big eyes sparkling.

"I don't have yin and yang weirdness."

"Does the wound still hurt?" He changed the subject, his tone full of pity.

Her heart warmed.

"The last time I was injured, it wasn't two days ago, it's just such a small injury, it's fine."

"Hmm."

Sikong Yang nodded, looked up at her clean eyes, and said solemnly: "I won't let you get hurt again in the future, I promise." ”

If it was two days ago, it was possible that Tantai Xia would have softened for this sentence, but now standing in front of Sikong Yang, Tantai Xia did not waver in his heart.

The human heart will become.

"What you said last time, the reward for assassination once, I will cash in today."

She had a shy expression on her face, her arms spread generously, and her crow-like eyelashes trembled lightly on her fair cheeks, with the shyness unique to a girl.

And between her fingers, the tips of the iron tools glowed faintly.

With his eyes closed, Taixia didn't see Sikong Yang, whose cheeks suddenly turned red.

He was also a person who had lived for more than two hundred years, and he stumbled when he stood up, and almost knocked down the chair.

That is, she can't see it, otherwise she will definitely have the blush on her face faded, and she couldn't straighten her waist with a smile.

In the twilight sun, Taixia's slender waist was outlined very clearly, and he smelled the faint fragrance in the air.

It was the incense he prepared for the Taixia.

Suddenly his hands and feet were not his own, and he approached Taixia with his hands and feet.

The girl's breathing was a little rapid, her chest was rising and falling violently, and she pursed her lower lip when she felt a hot body approaching her.

Sikong Yang came over.

Tantai Xia hugged him all of a sudden.

His hand suddenly froze in mid-air, half a palm away from her slender waist.

She buried her head in his chest and heard Sikong Yang's heartbeat.

One by one, very loudly and very quickly.

Without the slightest hesitation, the hidden weapon between the fingers pierced through the clothes quickly and accurately.

Sikong Yang didn't feel it, he was stunned for a moment before he carefully hugged Taixia.

The girl's petite and soft body nestled in his arms, and the two of them fit incomparably.

Standing there, it's as if you were born to belong to each other.

He gradually closed his eyes, his heart full of satisfaction, and he felt like he had waited for this moment for a long time.

Taixia completed the task, and let go of Sikong Yang without any nostalgia.

His arms suddenly emptied, and his heart was missing a piece, and it hurt.

"I heard Luo Hua say that you are also injured, no, I brought you a medicinal soup, can you eat a little?"

She smiled and held the crystal clear bowl in front of his eyes, with a heart and a smile in her eyes.

It seemed like he had seen it somewhere, and it was as familiar as if he had experienced it before.

But he forgot.