"This is it!"

So much so that her eyes were teary, and there was a layer of sticky things under her eyes, and Jaw Tian's excitement suddenly made her body rush out, exactly the same frequency as the Inviting Moon Sword.

Synchronous.

The world in front of me is cold and lonely.

And Jaw Tian is not dressed in black, and it is rare for her to sneak in the imperial capital on the night of the third watch without being discovered.

Her heart, meticulous.

Her pace is too steady to speak!

Indeed, what kind of imperial capital is this, at this moment, there is almost no light, but Jaw Tian is still like a thorn in her back, the world here, and the demonic energy, have become an obstacle to her progress.

With a shallow smile, her body quietly appeared on the antique palace wall.

She grabbed a brick with her hand to steady her beating heart.

The loneliness under the eyes is unknown to anyone.

She was even afraid to laugh herself.

But bitter laughter.

The body of the Moon Invitation Sword, under her control, was still struggling tirelessly, as if it was infatuated with the Xuan Middle World.

Its body stretched out as if it was giving Jaw Tian directions, but it wasn't as straightforward as it was to guide it.

She understood something.

The lake under the night vision is even the sky, and the solemnity of the night is integrated, and the place where the Moon Invitation Sword points is the lakeside, behind the tea house, the winding path is quiet.

And her gaze followed, including the spring heart that she didn't dare to say much, the rippling waves, and the blue lake at this moment.

Is it pointing the right way?

"Alas, why, my heart still hurts."

The night poured into the window, and Xuan Zhongshi lay down in his clothes, but he really didn't have the idea of sleeping.

His heart was completely hooked by the lost girl and the jaw of the painting.

Despite the resentment, he has been lying alone for a long time, but in addition to being bored or boring, it is almost to the top.

He was so bored that he wanted to find a piece of tofu and crashed to death.

But he was in no mood to eat, and he didn't have anything to eat anyway.

"If I really can't sleep, I'd better get up and meditate."

His heart palpitations gradually became empty.

I don't know what's missing, although this is not a sin, not a heavenly punishment, but Xuan Zhongshi always feels uncomfortable.

He was almost dizzy in pain, and if he managed to get up, and Venus was popping up in front of him, he would still start over again because of this unknown backlash and sourness.

Oppressive night.

He wanted to get through it, but he felt sorry for the day.

But if he doesn't sleep today, will he easily fall asleep tomorrow?

It's a good thing to be inspired.

"By the way, the inexplicable white clothes on the back of the chair."

His voice was soft, and Gen Zhongshi heard the exhaustion, but he couldn't sleep.

Yesterday was purely tiring.

Today's reminiscences are drunk.

In the silence, he subconsciously put his hand on it.

The perspective in front of him changed instantly, his vision was scattered, blindly searching for a chair, and his hands trembled, as if he had been infused with infinite power.

It's a tough time.

It's just that what he wants is the warmth of the white clothes.

Only!

"Here we go again."

The bottom of his heart was gloomy, and as soon as Xuan Zhongshi straightened up, he felt that the world in front of him was spinning.

Such a continuous pain, similar to guerrilla warfare, his body was naturally dragged down.

A faint tinnitus flashed in his ears again.

This voice was like a giant axe, and it slashed directly into his heart for a while, and Xuan Zhongshi's heart went uneasy.

At one point, he thought he was dreaming.

And the black in front of him, he looked down.

"Hold on."

He secretly encouraged himself, and his morale soared.

His feet stomped on the ground, and there was a feeling of discomfort, starting with the chill he felt on his toes, and seeping all the way to the altar.

His heart was disturbed, and his body subconsciously leaned forward, and soon almost pounced.

His body was shaking, and it was also extremely severe.

It's not the first time he's had Venus in his eyes.

As a last resort, Xuan Zhongshi sat down slowly and helplessly.

Because of the change in blood pressure, the heart bursts into a trance in an instant.

The almost transparent smile was also such a sour, pale feeling, he was overdrawing his life, and one blow after another made him lose his courage.

After he sat down quite calmly, Xuan Zhongshi hurriedly made a gesture.

His heart palpitations were severe, and he didn't know what to do about it.

But he never believed Yan Xixin's definite conclusion.

How could she have made him take the wrong medicine and then fall to the ends of the earth?

He doesn't trust people, and that's not assertive.

For a while, he sat on the cold ground, and as soon as he stretched out his hand casually, he was blocked back by a "snap".

The feeling of something woody spread easily to him.

He raised his hand tentatively again, his voice thin, tapping on the back of his chair.

The sound of "da-da-da", accompanied by the sound of him tearing off the clothes in front of him, was a "bang".

His body suddenly felt warm.

The warm feeling has already made Xuan Zhongshi feel that he will not be frozen to death.

He glanced at the white clothes with some resentment, and thought of the pockets where he could put things.

And his expression changed subtly, like him, he directly put the white clothes in his arms, and immediately began to search simply and rudely.

He was looking for something that brought him warmth now, what it was.

Halfway through, his hand paused.

It feels quite soft to the touch and has a steady cyclone that has shaken off - it's similar to a fluffy hot water bottle, but with a steady stream of heat.

Although it is delicate to the touch, it is like a lamp in the dark night, small and delicate, but also very warm.

Xuan Zhongshi's face was revealed, and he smiled.

This is a heartfelt smile, and it is also his confidence in tracing the source and discovering the secret.

His hand touched his pocket, and in an instant he grabbed the little thing that saved him.

And then there was the glittering crate.

Is this a sword box?

Xuan Zhongshi's hand paused slightly.

He once thought that this was an iron weapon, or at least a weapon.

But in front of him, the refreshing warmth was actually emitted by the sword box, which was simply wrong.

His hands trembled, and the gold-painted sandalwood sword box also became a thing in the Xuan Middle Ages.

There was also a little confusion in his heart, and despite touching such a precious thing, it still made him, curious about the master of the white coat - who was he?

He must be a different kind of person, and he does not carry a sword, but a sword case.

That strange man, with a sword box, how to kill?

He was confused, he held the treasure box, and for a time he really enshrined it and became a treasure that will last for centuries.

Surprised, and a kind of gratitude.

"There has never been a person who warms me like this."

Jaw Tian didn't have it, Yan Xixin didn't have it, let alone Fan Shunxin.

The figure of the young Qingyi is also amazing.

He became a silhouette on the ground, a thin backbone, showing his unyielding destiny.

Although obedient, it is not believed.

With his ability to see at night, Xuan Zhongshi looked at the sword box with some surprise.

I just feel that this thing has an unpredictable connection with myself.

This kind of connection is a search in the depths of memory, he is well versed in the history of iron, and he has been meditating for 14 years, but it is an empty word.

So, this white robe is your own?

He still felt that there was a fluctuation in his heart, a very clear sense of involvement, and waved at him somewhere.

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