"Zixuan, you close your eyes, I'll show you something" Jiang Pingchuan hugged Wen Zixuan's figure and came to the lake in a flash. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Standing on the surface of the lake, Wen Zixuan closed his eyes facing the lake, and Jiang Pingchuan blew softly in Wen Zixuan's ear.

Then Wen Zixuan closed her eyes and waited for a while, but found that Jiang Pingchuan did not move at all, and Wen Zixuan slowly opened her eyes.

When she saw the scene in front of her, Wen Zixuan covered her lips and stared at the lake in front of her in shock, the lake water didn't know why it was emitting colorful light.

Colorful butterflies were flying all over the lake, Wen Zixuan looked at her feet, and many fireflies suddenly flew out of the green meadow.

Wen Zixuan stared at all this in front of her, tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, she quietly looked at the scene in front of her, and did not look back to find Jiang Pingchuan.

She knew that her one had left, Wen Zixuan covered her lips and squatted on the ground with red eyes looking at all this in front of her.

This kind of scene is the most beautiful scene given to you by your loved one, and when the lake is calm and the butterflies are completely colored, it disappears.

Wen Zixuan walked in the jungle with her own steps and followed the fireflies, and Jiang Pingchuan's departure made her heart feel empty in an instant.

Jiang Pingchuan had already come to a mountain peak at this time, standing on a high place and looking at the border town in the dark night in front of him, and the lights in the distance were flickering and flickering.

Jiang Pingchuan squinted his eyes and felt the oncoming breeze, which implied a chill in the wind.

Jiang Pingchuan took a deep breath and disappeared into the night, what he was going to now was the royal city in the south.

Presumably, in Wangcheng, he should be able to get the news from the front of the entire continent, Jiang Pingchuan suddenly stopped his steps when he was walking in the dark.

Jiang Pingchuan stood quietly on a tree and looked at the very barren path in front of him.

In such a situation, Jiang Pingchuan felt that it was better not to collide head-on, after all, he should be a man and abide by the rules, so as not to cause too much trouble.

After standing on the tree and waiting for a while, there were bells in the distance of the path, and as the sound of the bells got closer and closer, Jiang Pingchuan saw those Yin soldiers.

In the center of the Yin Soldiers, a group of people were bound in chains, and they walked in the direction of the border town, and those who were chained were the souls of those who were about to die.

These Yin soldiers came to mark those who were about to die, and Jiang Pingchuan thought about turning around and leaving.

But the people who were chained caught caught caught his attention, and Jiang Pingchuan actually saw the souls of Wen Zixuan and Wen Xiaotao.

It seemed that the brother and sister were about to be marked by these Yin soldiers, and Jiang Pingchuan was a little flustered in his heart.

He could feel the fate of Wen Zixuan and Wen Xiaotao, they were not people who died early, why did these Yin soldiers mark them.

It seemed that these Yin soldiers were not performing their official duties normally, because Jiang Pingchuan noticed that the bodies of these Yin soldiers exuded a faint golden light.

Jiang Pingchuan would not be surprised that these rays of light appeared anywhere, but when they appeared on the body of the Yin Soldier, it was another way of saying it.

It stands to reason that the Yin Soldiers' bodies are all gusts of Yin Wind and all of them are blue light, if they appear in these pale golden rays.

It means that these Yin soldiers were dragged by people with spells, and these pale golden lights should be the dark coins used to summon Yin soldiers.

The so-called money can make ghosts grind, these Yin soldiers took the money of the yang people and came out to do things for others, it seems that the people who are looking for Yin soldiers to do things seem to want to kill Wen Xiaotao and Wen Zixuan. Jiang Pingchuan looked at the Yin soldiers who walked under his feet with a cold face.

He can't control so much now, and it is impossible for these Yin soldiers to mark the souls of Wen Xiaotao and Wen Zixuan.

Jiang Pingchuan's figure flashed and rushed into the ranks of the Yin soldiers, and the moment Jiang Pingchuan made a move, he wiped out all the breath of Wen Xiaotao and Wen Zixuan.

Until Jiang Pingchuan left, those Yin soldiers did not notice Jiang Pingchuan's existence, and Jiang Pingchuan looked at the two breaths in his hands.

These Yin soldiers looked like very low-level Yin soldiers, and they didn't have the slightest reaction to their rash intrusion.

Jiang Pingchuan easily destroyed the breath in his hand, and those Yin soldiers did not have the breath of Wen Xiaotao and Wen Zixuan.

Naturally, he would not mark Wen Zixuan and Wen Xiaotao, Jiang Pingchuan sat on the trunk of the tree and quietly watched the moonlight above his head.

This matter is really strange, who can actually invite Yin soldiers, and among the people targeted are Wen Xiaotao and Wen Zixuan.

When he thought of this, Jiang Pingchuan felt that he was right to leave Huang Haihe by Wen Xiaotao and Wen Zixuan's side.

After all, such a Yin soldier is still within the acceptable range of the Yellow Sea, but Jiang Pingchuan is still afraid that there will be some accidents.

After all, this Huang Haihe still can't fully believe it, and when he thought of this, Jiang Pingchuan picked a leaf beside him.

Then he waved his hand, and the leaves in his hand emitted a green light, turning into a firefly and flying in the direction of the ruined temple.

Jiang Pingchuan rubbed his hands and walked quickly in one direction, and the leaf he picked condensed his strength.

The critical moment will inevitably solve the troubles of Wen Xiaotao and Wen Zixuan, Jiang Pingchuan walked all night and finally knew that the dawn of dawn shone on his face.

Jiang Pingchuan stopped his steps and stretched, and overnight Jiang Pingchuan felt that he should have approached the royal city in the south.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Jiang Pingchuan's heart was slightly blocked, I don't know what happened here, a dilapidated scene.

A large number of trees fell to the ground and died for a long time, and Jiang Pingchuan walked in this dilapidated jungle and unknowingly walked on a mountain peak.

The peak in front of him was surprisingly high, and Jiang Pingchuan stood at the top of the peak in a flash, where he had already surpassed the clouds.

Jiang Pingchuan couldn't see anything through the clouds, and jumped in the opposite direction of the just dilapidated jungle.

When his body descended to the bottom of the clouds, Jiang Pingchuan's ears heard a melodious song.

The scene in front of him made Jiang Pingchuan feel like he was in a fairyland, where the green mountains and green waters were in stark contrast to the dilapidated scene on the other side of the mountain before.

When Jiang Pingchuan fell to the ground, a group of women rushed out of nowhere to surround him, and the swords in the hands of these women were all pointed at Jiang Pingchuan who fell to the ground.

Jiang Pingchuan flicked his sleeves and smiled at a pavilion next to the stream, in which a woman in a blue light gauze was gently stroking the piano.

The sound of the piano fell on Jiang Pingchuan's ears, Jiang Pingchuan pulled out his Fengming sword, and the women surrounding him looked at Jiang Pingchuan vigilantly.

Jiang Pingchuan smiled and quickly flashed his figure, and waved the Fengming sword in his hand, and at the same time as it flashed quickly, these women inexplicably felt as if they were dancing with the white-clothed man in front of him.

Gradually, they really began to accompany Jiang Pingchuan to dance the sword with the sound of the piano, and even some women actually stood quietly on the side and watched Jiang Pingchuan dance the sword.