Quan Luolu, the eleventh prince born to the saint and the emperor that year.

No one in the Vulture Palace knew the real name of its palace master, and only a few people had heard of his name "Eleven".

When the fog fell, his face changed again.

However, after staring at each other for a few seconds, the shock subsided, and he said lightly: "So what? ”

He walked over, "Her body, I'm going to take it." ”

"If the purpose is the same, why bother?"

“………”

Misty narrowed her eyes, "She doesn't need you to save her." Now that you've made your choice, don't think that you can save the past by pretending to give something - I think she's dead, and I don't care about that person to save her life. ”

Xia Rusheng had been silently silent since just now, but at this moment, he finally couldn't help but sneer.

Mist looked at her, but she didn't speak again.

Xuan Ling shook his head and said meaninglessly: "This is his original choice, Wuluo, you lost from the beginning." ”

Fog fell snorted disdainfully.

But he suddenly seemed to remember something, and his face finally changed uncontrollably, "What do you mean?" ”

Xuan Ling looked at him, "In this world, no one is more qualified to do these things than him. If you help, stay, and if you don't, go out. ”

…………

The sun is rising higher and higher, and it is still hot and humid even though it is already autumn.

Xia Fanyin came out of the prison all the way unhindered, she looked for Wuluo and found that he was not there, and then she didn't know where she should go.

Just like she thought before she took revenge - after revenge, where to go?

She turned around again and walked towards the Dragon Yin Palace.

Yes, she's still looking for the body......

She wants to live well.

But when he was about to arrive at the place, he saw a man in white clothes, white boots and even white hair in the distance slowly walking out of it.

Xia Fanyin looked at him expressionlessly and ignored it.

But Xuan Ling also saw her, and when she came out of it and was about to pass by, she suddenly stopped in front of her.

The way was blocked, Xia Fanyin glanced at him more, "What?" ”

Xuan Ling's gaze was far-reaching, "Wipe the blood on your face." It's not a good thing to walk around the palace with such blood. ”

"Oh."

Xia Fanyin raised his hand indifferently and mechanically wiped the blood that had just been sprayed on his face.

Yet the man still looked at her.

She pulled her lips, "Is there anything else, a master of the world?" ”

Xuan Ling said lightly: "When you love him, everyone knows it." When you hate him, everyone who should know knows knows. ”

Xia Fanyin, "........."

She raised her eyelids expressionlessly, "So what?" Do I have to hide it when I love him, or do I have to be unspeakable when I hate him? ”

The white-haired man in front of him shook his head and slowly left.

No so.

Merely......

There was someone who loved her only to know – perhaps, and he, the bystander who had been through everything together from beginning to end.

Xuan Ling walked with his hands in his hands, and every step was extremely heavy.

Some people's love and hate are vigorous, but some people's love is always hidden deep in their hearts and cannot be said at all.

…………

When Xia Fanyin walked into the Longyin Palace, he even met Xia Rusheng.

She was tempted to stop and taunt her and tell her that she had killed the man she was about to marry.

But before she could even speak, she was glared at by Xia Rusheng fiercely, glaring at her almost with all her might.

Xia Fanyin, "............"