But what the hell was that, Zhu Luan couldn't remember it anyway.

Even though the fragments of memories that had returned to her body had made her aware of something.

But all this is not enough.

If the dappled sunlight on the walls is missing some crucial information.

What happened back then?

Zhu Luan had a very bad feeling in his heart.

"Your Highness?" Looking at Xu Fengniang's concerned eyes, Zhu Luan restrained his eagerness to inquire about her and shook his head.

She had a hunch that it wouldn't be long before she could get her hands on the ...... related to this matter All.

Although she didn't remember some clues until now, she always felt that that incident had never left her.

But no matter how terrible the effects of that incident were, there was only one thing she had to do at this moment.

It's to get through the last hurdle of tomorrow.

She shouldn't have thought about anything else at this time, and she couldn't think about it.

"Let's go inside." Standing in front of the door of Jiquan Pavilion, Zhu Luan looked at this room that had been a little lost for a long time and took a deep breath.

"There really doesn't ......" Xu Fengniang pursed her lips, and out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the closed door of the bamboo window pavilion in the other direction.

She knew that her idea was outrageous, in this world, who would help her opponent break through the realm?

But Xu Fengniang has been in the red sleeves for many years, and she instinctively feels that the relationship between the masked man and her Royal Highness should not be so simple, even if it is the only remaining possibility for him......

"Don't worry about his words," Zhu Luan looked at Xu Fengniang and smiled, "He shouldn't be ......"

It shouldn't come out......

In the silence of the night, there was a soft creaking.

Zhu Luan turned his back to the closed door of the bamboo window pavilion, was stunned, and blinked the next moment.

It's a bit out of the box.

She thought he knew what he was thinking.

also thought he knew her principles.

Last time, she knew he was there, and he knew she was, but they didn't choose to meet.

He has his purpose, she has hers.

Zhu Luan's fingers moved slightly, not knowing what to say.

Xu Fengniang didn't expect that the man would really open the door.

The man who hadn't opened the door for ten years, the monk Xuezhai stared at Song Huaizhu's back, and his eyes as vast as a sea of stars reflected the figure of him sitting by the window for ten years.

Why do you have to make an exception at this time?

Zhu Luan closed his eyes and sighed in his heart.

Subsequently, there was no turn.

She pushed open the door to the Drawing Springs.

The door that had not been opened in front of him for ten years, it was opened.

Song Huaizhu's misty eyes were a little stunned.

"Feng Niang, let's go in." Zhu Luan said to Xu Fengniang without turning his head.

"Temple...... Okay, Miss Nine. Xu Fengniang looked at the man standing in the door frame opposite, with mixed feelings in her heart, and turned back to Zhu Luan's side.

At the moment when Zhu Luan crossed the threshold, the cold and immaculate, cooler than usual voice came.

"It's too risky."

This sentence has no beginning or end, but what Song Huaizhu is talking about, the four people present all know it.

Xu Fengniang looked at the girl beside her.

"It's my choice." Zhu Luan replied so softly.

"You know, I'm not going to let you die." Song Huaizhu still said in that cold and hard voice, "So it has nothing to do with the battle, I can ......"

"Song Huaizhu."

Song Huaizhu's words were not finished.

Xu Fengniang was stunned.

Again, this tone.

And the next moment, the words once again flowed from the mouth of the girl with her back to her.

"Song Huaizhu."

She called his name earnestly, solemnly as she had never been.

"Only tonight, don't come."

The young Grandmaster stood silently at the doorframe.

Just when Zhu Luan thought he would go back, Song Huaizhu opened his mouth for the first time and asked that question.

"Why?"

His voice was flat and straightforward, and it didn't seem to contain any emotion, but the Xuezhai monk standing behind him looked at it and his heart throbbed for no reason.

And Zhu Luan turned his back to him and smiled.

"Song Huaizhu," Zhu Luan spoke again, "We're all professionals, right?" ”

Song Huaizhu's fingers moved slightly, he couldn't understand the word she used, but he understood what he meant.

"We're all cultivators, aren't we?" Feeling the subtle change in the aura of the man behind him, Zhu Luan smiled, "We're cultivators who are going to fight tomorrow, aren't we?" ”

Song Huaizhu didn't speak, but the monk Xuezhai behind him was stunned.

is obviously a slender girl, although it is only for a short moment, but her back and momentum make him feel like a proud grandmaster who has established a mountain.

And the next moment, the girl finally turned around.

Zhu Luanzai carefully studied the outline of the mask on Song Huaizhu's face, and his eyes were quiet.

"Let's respect each other, shall we?"

……

(Later anti-theft seal)

……

said with a flattering smile, "The ninth girl is really a woman, she doesn't let her eyebrows, this stick method is really amazing, does the girl's stick method have a name?" ”

Zhu Luan replied quietly: "Dog beating stick method." ”

"Uh......" The official stumbled under his feet, feeling that it was difficult to accept this.

Young Master Wang, who was lying on the ground and couldn't get up, only felt that his legs hurt even more.

"Who ...... you little girl scolding", before he finished speaking, Zhu Luan glanced at him, and Young Master Wang's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared.

"The one who knows the times is Junjie, and then clean her up" He looked at his swollen old legs and thought aggrievedly.

Tuesday and Duan Lizheng stood on the edge of the crowd, and Tuesday only felt that his breath was blocked in his chest, and he couldn't go up or down.

"This ...... How could this little girl be a good man, it's really a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse......" he was saying, when he suddenly noticed that his friend was looking at him with the eyes of a blind man.

"What's the matter? Where did I say it wrong? Women, dancing sticks can also scare Wang Shao's waste, what kind of stick method, it's really not a shame......"

"It's not a stick method." Duan Lizheng interrupted him.

Duan Lizheng commented on the girl in the center of the crowd, she put the iron rod on the ground, folded her hands on the end of the rod, and stood there quietly.

The wind came from all directions, blowing the black hair hanging from her shoulders, and she stood here quietly, deaf to the gossip of the onlookers.

She owns something called atmospheric.

Even in this kind of comical market picture.

Duan Lizheng always felt that the girl's temperament reminded him of some people who had nothing to do with these scenes now, such as his brother, his mentor, and even the grandmaster he saw from afar when he was young.

"It's not a stick method." He muttered.

"It's swordsmanship." He said in his heart.

Very clever swordsmanship. But in what she was beaten into a smoothie is,

In her previous life, she was Duan Haochu's fiancée, and Miss Zhu Jiu, who was worn in this life, was the fiancée of Duan Haochu's brother Duan Lizheng. I wanted to dissolve the marriage contract, but out of doubts about the death of my previous life and the ridicule of the Duan family, I gave up the dissolution of the marriage contract, and made a vow that if he lost to himself one day, he would break the marriage contract.

"Taking other people's things as favors, he has such a big face."

You can only find other places, here first on the water.