"Jun Han!" Tang Chen stopped the girl with a worried face, she went alone, he was really not at ease.

Chu Junhan threw a smile at Tang Chen, signaling him to rest assured, then turned around and followed the shopkeeper up to the second floor.

"Objectively, this one." After the shopkeeper pushed open the door for the girl, he stood respectfully at the door, and after the girl walked in, he gently closed the door.

The private room said that it is not big, it is said that it is small, there is a screen, a guzheng can be faintly seen behind the screen, and one side of the screen, it is full of flowers and plants, in the past, it is a low table, facing the window, you can see the pedestrians outside the window.

At the entrance of the window, there was a black figure standing, with his hands around his chest, and a saber in his hand, which was the sword used by Yi Wuru.

Chu Junhan didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly bowed his hand to the figure, "The little woman Cen Song's disciples are like smoke, I have seen my predecessors, thank you for the life-saving grace of my predecessors twelve years ago." ”

Hearing this, the black shadow slowly turned around, with a bronze mask on his face, leaving only a pair of murderous eyes and sharp eyebrows like a sword, teaching people not to see the true face.

The young figure in front of the girl is like the outline drawn in the book, but it is more murderous than in the book, and it also looks much younger, looking at the appearance, it is the same age as Tang Chen.

The feeling that the black shadow gave her was very familiar......

"Like smoke? Isn't Cen Song's closed disciple a man? Yi Wulu's voice was cold and cold, like ten thousand years of ice, without the slightest temperature and emotion, which made people listen to the cold and piercing.

Chu Junhan still arched his hands, and the young man's voice was too cold, which made her shudder, "Don't hide it from your benefactor, like smoke is born to a daughter." ”

"In that case, thank you too, girl, please go back."

"I came here this time, and I want to ask my benefactor for a lesson or two."

"Since I am a disciple of Cen Zi, I will sell a favor to you, let's talk." Yi ruthlessly buckled the sword on the low table, and the person also sat down, motioning for Chu Junhan to sit down and speak.

The girl replied, but she was not polite, shook her skirt, sat on the opposite side, and got straight to the point, "When the teacher said that the predecessor was the teacher's disciple, Ruyan was shocked at the time, and now when I hear it, the indulgent and uninhibited swordsman is easy to be ruthless, and it is really incredible to do things for the Jiuling firm." ”

"This is Yi's private matter, and the girl is inevitably too curious."

"It's Ruyan's rudeness, and I forgot my predecessor Haihan," Chu Junhan sat down and arched his hand again, and continued, "Ruyan still has one thing." ”

"yes."

"Ruyan feels that the breath of the predecessor is very familiar, has the predecessor appeared next to Ruyan?"

Yi nodded ruthlessly, not hiding it at all, "The assassination on Wuling Mountain, I arranged, and the poison in the water was also inflicted by me." ”

As soon as these words came out, the girl raised her head suddenly, her eyes widened, and she couldn't say half a word for a long time, and after a while, she asked in a trance, "Why?" ”

The benefactor she has been looking for for more than ten years is actually the enemy she has been looking for for more than ten years, which is really a ridiculous and funny fact.

"It's not you who I want to kill," Yi ruthlessly glanced out the window casually, and tapped his fingers, "It's your senior brother, Zimo." ”

"Therefore, the seniors are lurking in Wuling Mountain, and the senior brother is poisoned for no reason, and he is full of injuries for no reason, and you did it. Because of the existence of teachers, you don't dare to make a big show, you can only go behind your back? ”

"Yes! I promised to kill him ninety-nine times. ”

"Senior brother, he ......" Chu Junhan dared not to think about it.

"On the eightieth time, he died."

Gongzi once confessed, Chu Junhan asked him about him, and asked him to explain truthfully, but he still lied in the last sentence!