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"Then I'm leaving." The stubborn lord breathed a sigh of relief and returned to his normal expression when he walked out of the main courtyard gate.

He stood in front of the courtyard gate, looked up at the sky after the rain, sighed softly again, and said secretly: Twilight, where are you? Isn't it too dangerous to have so many things happening?

Ying Tu saw the stubborn master leave, his face sank unconsciously, his light purple eyes flashed a hint of luster, and he got up and walked out: "I'll go out for a walk." ”

He was also not very relieved about leaving at dusk, and he was so worried that he couldn't sleep.

Chang Xi made a look, and naturally someone followed Ying Tu not far away to protect Ying Tu's safety. He didn't stop Ying Di from leaving, but he kissed indifferently and instructed: "Be careful on the road." ”

Ying Di glanced back at Chang Xi and left without looking back.

Sometimes, he doesn't know Chang Xi very well, how can he tolerate Twilight leaving with other men, is it too much? Or has it long been numb?

In short, he wouldn't let Twilight disappear under his nose like Changxi did. The woman was his fiancée, and always was, no matter what happened......

"Sect Master, look ......" A young man appeared behind Chang Xi, bowing slightly, his face covered with a thin veil.

"Leng'er, you go and find it first. If there is no major event, there is no need to report it. Chang Xi commanded.

"Yes, Sect Master." After the young man bowed and saluted, his figure floated away like the wind.

When the others saw this scene, they looked at each other a few times, and they were silent, no longer hesitating.

Yunguang tugged at Bian Qiu's sleeve, and the two of them also bowed. Since Chang Xi has already sent someone to find the master, then they can wait for the result with peace of mind, and there is no need to cause more trouble.

Everyone retired one after another.

In the empty hall, only Chang Xi was left sitting alone on the main seat, dressed in a white robe, elegant and dusty, lonely and lonely.

"Hey."

A light sigh, mixed with a little complicated emotions.

The tips of the slender fingers touched the forehead, gently propped up, and the white nails were smooth and delicate, exuding a jade-colored luster.

Chang Xi closed her eyes slightly, her thin lips were a little cold, and there was a trace of graceful arc.

His little departed......

I can't bear to blame, I can't bear to complain, I can't bear it, I can't bear it, I can't bear it......

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After dawn, Changyue Mountain changed its appearance.

The bright sun spreads on the earth, the shadows of the blue trees sway in the wind, and the crystal rain has not yet fallen.

There was a noise in the woods, revealing the corner of a black robe.

The color of the corners of the clothes is a little dark, and through the ticking of rain particles, a trace of red water oozes out.

It was blood that flowed down his dark clothes.

One can imagine how badly injured the person who was hiding in the shadows.

"Ahem, ahem!" There was a violent coughing sound, and the nearby leaves were trembling, and they kept shaking off a little wet.

After a while, a plain dress jumped from a distance on the green branches, bringing a wisp of moist wind, blowing the blue branches on both sides of the road.

Twilight returned with an herb, and on the way, there was a fresh, faint scent of herbs.

A plain robe is like four taels of cotton wool, floating lightly on the ground, the clothes are like dancing, and it is not stained with half a piece of dust.

She brushed the hem of her clothes, lifted the branch that covered the entrance of the cave, and walked inside, "Shen Ling, I'm back. ”

"Hmm." A man's shallow response sounded in the cave, and his voice was low, vaguely painful, and extremely uncomfortable.

Twilight walked into the cave and followed the water until a clear stream appeared in the cave and the place grew larger, before he stopped and searched around. Eventually, she found Shen Ling behind a smooth black stone.

Shen Ling was wearing an undergarment, and his clothes were soaked with wet water marks, outlining his slender and strong physique.

His cloak was not in sight, but must have flowed down the stream to the outside of the cave. Come to think of it, Shicai's bloodstained black robe is his clothes.

Shen Ling leaned against the back of the big stone, holding one hand on the stone surface, his posture was elegant, revealing a bit of lazy handsomeness.

He is not like a patient who has relapsed from an old disease and needs urgent treatment, he is more like a demon who has fallen into the world in the dark night, with a dangerous aura from the inside out, as if he is always warning others: do not approach the living.

At this moment, Shen Ling's eyes were slightly closed, as if he was really uncomfortable. He only answered the twilight casually, and then he never spoke again, leaned against the stone, and fell asleep unconsciously.

However, every time a few small fish of almost transparent color swam in that stream, his slightly dull eyebrows and eyes would be slightly raised, and a little thin light emanated from the bottom of his pupils, as if he was awake but not awake.

At the same time, the clear water that condensed around him would also produce subtle vibrations, and layers of ripples appeared, oscillating outward along his surroundings, forming beautiful ripples that slowly faded away.

In the stream, the small transparent fish seemed to be frightened, and suddenly swam away, burrowing under the small stones of the nearby stream.

After a while, as if the anger was not so serious, the swimming fish, which only had a seven-second memory, came out of the small stone again, fluttering, and swam towards Shen Ling in groups.

Because, there is an enticing smell of blood, although the smell of blood is not strong, it is enough to attract swimming fish to devour greedily.

"Shen Ling, how are you?" Twilight walked over the clear stream, a little reluctant to disturb the injured man.

She stood beside Shen Ling, condescending, staring at a complex ray of light, and a few silver fragments faintly jumped in the filament, sprinkled on the seemingly sleeping man.

Once upon a time, this man was an invincible god, a true king of the night! In his world, there is never only the so-called surrender, and there is no pain or failure.

However, just last night, although this man washed Changyou City in blood, he also relapsed because of the old disease of this conquest and became a fragile person.

In Twilight's eyes, Shen Ling was fragile at this time, even if he was more tenacious than the others, but it was not as powerful as he first saw it, and he had enough power to take heaven and earth into his arms.

What has this man gone through for the freedom of his heart over the years? Was it the last thing she wanted to think about?

There are some things that Twilight doesn't know, she just keeps them in her heart and doesn't want to think about them anymore.

For example: the unkind rules of the hidden assassin clan, the first and fifteenth days of the new year? It's outrageously indifferent!!

In the darkness, bits and pieces of silver swayed, becoming the only light in the darkness, illuminating Shen Ling's deep eyes, revealing a few scattered lights.

Shen Ling raised his head, squinted his eyes slightly, looked at the person who came, the corners of his indifferent lips slowly hooked, and he raised: "Caiya, are you back?" ”