Within three years, the Demon Sect was destroyed, and the martial arts alliance had to be surrendered.

The entire martial arts is under the command of the Night Maple Pavilion.

A bloody storm has fallen until now, and the rivers and lakes have been in ruins, but Li Liuchen, who is standing at the pinnacle of power, has not been stained with blood. Since he became the pavilion master, he has never killed anyone again, and before he made his move, the other party had already died under the sword of the jade-faced blood Shura.

Li Liuchen rarely drinks alcohol, because once he gets drunk, he will not be sober, and he will give the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of.

On the day of the unification of the rivers and lakes martial arts, Li Liuchen was drunk.

He sat down in front of Xijing with a wine jug and asked, "Wei Yang, do you have anything you want?" "He has everything now, she can give whatever she wants.

"Nope." Xijing replied coldly, a little dissatisfied with his drunkenness, a qualified wicked person can drink but definitely not drunk.

Li Liuchen sighed, that kind of answer was within his expectations, all the things he has now are from her leading the fight, and there is really nothing to give.

When he was drunk, he was less indifferent than before, and his eyes were not so cold, and he seemed softer.

His cheeks were flushed with drunken redness, and his eyes seemed to be soaked in wine, shining with crystal translucent light.

Although it was an expected answer, he also looked a little lost, looking a little pitiful, like a puppy with drooping ears, making people want to rub his head.

Xijing reached out and pressed his hand on his head, and he was a little wary at first.

The head is the key point of a person, a palm is patted down without death and paralysis, the head has gathered a lot of important acupuncture points, if the key point is pointed, some will die, some will make you crazy.

Xijing slowly rubbed his hair, making his neatly tied hair messy.

She said thoughtfully, "Is there anything else you want?" The Wild Knife Gate over there in Mobei hasn't been fought yet, but it should be a minor problem. Or Xiaoyao Island in the East China Sea, which takes a lot of time, and it is not a problem to capture it. ”

She prefers to be asked for to give rather than ask for something from others, with an attitude of charity, and to give gifts from above.

Li Liuchen stared at her for a long time, didn't say anything, suddenly picked up the wine jug and drank two sips, and then fell on the desk and closed his eyes.

Maybe I'm really drunk and asleep, maybe I don't want to talk.

As soon as the morning dawned, he woke up, and he was the indifferent and numb Night Feng Pavilion Master again.

There was no one else in the small building, and the maids were gone.

There was a letter left on the case, she said that she had set off for Mobei and asked him to wait for her good news.

Li Liuchen's brows tightened, and for some reason he remembered the scene when she rode away from Yefeng Pavilion many years ago, which also made him wait for good news, and then he didn't see him for four years.

"Someone!" Li Liuchen hurriedly gathered his men and divided his troops to chase after the tide mirror.

The three people and Li Liuchen chased her all the way to Mobei, and they didn't catch her shadow, and the barren knife gate on Mobei's side was directly attacked, but the other party said that they had never had any contact with the people of Yefeng Pavilion before, and the woman they described had never seen her in Mobei.

Li Liuchen felt cold, as if he was frozen by the extremely cold weather in Mobei.

He suddenly came back to his senses, looked at the snow slowly falling in the air, and stretched out his hand to catch a few snowflakes.

The snowflakes slowly melt in the palms, the palms overturn, and the snow drips.