"What's going on?" When Luo Mo's figure completely disappeared from everyone's eyes, Ye Hongjian on the side couldn't help but ask.

She heard something from Xu Han's last words, and she also had some guesses in her heart, but she couldn't be sure, so she asked this question.

Xu Han glanced at Ye Hongjian when he heard this, and wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it, so he could only sigh and say, "It's an eventful autumn..."

Fang Ziyu listened to this conversation, naturally she was very confused, she blinked her eyes, and said, "Didn't Luo Mo say that he would only give us three days?

But who knew that Xu Han shook his head at that time and said, "No need?"

When these words came out, everyone was stunned, and then someone couldn't help asking, "Why?"

Xu Han's gaze swept over everyone's bodies one by one at that time, and then looked at the group of sword-wielding people not far away, and finally withdrew his gaze and said softly: "It's not important anymore. ”

After saying this, he didn't give everyone time to digest, turned his eyes to look at Nangong Zhuo on the side, and asked, "What about Nangong Jing?"

"Huh?" Nangong Zhuo, who heard this, was stunned, he looked sideways and looked around, only to find that Nangong Jing had long since disappeared. He wondered, "Fang is still here, why is this gone?"

"No problem. Xu Han said with a silent face: "You go to find her, so that she had better inform Xiao Yu to return to Henghuang City as soon as possible..."

Speaking of this, Xu Han paused, and his tone was a little lower at this moment, and he continued: "If she still wants to keep the Sword Pavilion. ”

Everyone present was naturally a first-class smart person, and when they heard this, their faces changed, and they probably came to their senses, thinking that this conversation between Xu Han and the new immortal was not as pleasant as imagined, and his departure was not a compromise, but to brew greater revenge, and such revenge was likely to bring the old opponent of Chixiao Sect - Xie Minyu!

If this is the case, then it can indeed be regarded as a catastrophe for the Sword Pavilion.

Nangong Zhuo was slightly stunned, but also came back to his senses, he nodded and was about to turn around to find Nangong Jing.

"No need. But at this moment, Nangong Jing's cold voice suddenly sounded from the night. Everyone followed the prestige, but saw Nangong Zhuo in a blue gauze skirt walking slowly, her face with a layer of frost that was incomparable to her tone.

"Pavilion Lord Xiao is back. With that, she slowly turned to the side, and the scene behind her came into view.

So, the look of horror invariably spread over Xu Han at that time

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and other people's eyebrows.

......

Great Zhou, Chang'an City.

The sky was dark, the night was deep, and the husband had just sounded the gongs and drums of the third watch, and in an inn, a man with white eyebrows and black hair suddenly opened his eyes.

From the time he opened his eyes to the time he got up, it took him no more than half a breath.

Few people wake up so quickly from a deep sleep and react so quickly.

And men obviously don't belong to this special group of people.

He just didn't sleep, and even when his eyes were closed, his head never fell asleep.

He couldn't sleep, not because of anxiety, not because of fear.

He closed his eyes, but his heart was silently counting, every breath was silent, and every breath passed meant that he was one step closer to that event. Just thinking of this made him tremble, and his heart was hot, how could he sleep?

He was knocked off a cliff on a rainy night that year, and after he survived, he waited for this moment to come.

He had never forgotten the oath, nor had he forgotten the two corpses that had been suspended outside the Jishi Mansion.

His dormancy, his forbearance was never an escape, he just thought about what he had to do since he survived. So he followed Yuan Guilong and Mo Chenzi with a dead face, and climbed the Yaqi Mountain, he wanted to find out what the root cause of the catastrophe that happened in Linglong Pavilion. In the end, he got the answer, but he was powerless to change it.

And he also had some worries in his heart, so he spent some time to cut off his worries. This approach is a bit selfish, but after years of guilt, he can't suppress such thoughts, let alone die with peace of mind. After all, in that rainy night that almost died, in the moment when he fell into the cliff and secretly thought that he was going to die, all such thoughts came to his mind.

After doing this, he returned to Chang'an as soon as possible to do what he failed to do on that rainy night.

Now the time has come.

He got up from the bed and went to the corner of the room, where there was a basin of water, and he looked at the reflection in the water by the sparse starlight outside.

He smiled slightly, then stretched out his hand, dipped it in some water, combed his hair neatly, and straightened his clothes, and was about to turn away. But at that time, he seemed to suddenly think of something, but the steps he had just taken were suddenly retracted by him, and he looked down at the face reflected in the copper basin, but his brows slowly wrinkled.

He muttered for a long time, as if he was dissatisfied with something, and as if he was there

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Looking for some important flaws.

Suddenly, his hand stretched out again, and dipped a little water in the basin, and then put his fingertips to the tip of his brow, and stroked it gently, and then the white-eyed and black-haired man stretched his brow and smiled—before that, there was some imperceptible dust on his two striking white eyebrows.

Today is an extremely important day for him, and in the face of such a day, it is natural to greet it with the most perfect attitude.

Such perfection is perfection in every sense of the word, and the man does not feel that there is anything wrong with his actions.

After all this, he was finally satisfied.

So he turned again and took his own steps.

......

Outside the inn, the summer night breeze kicked up the dust scattered on the streets.

When the man came there, under the shadow of the five fingers, a figure dressed in a purple robe carrying a scarlet long sword suddenly walked out.

He looked the man up and down, and said in a deep voice, "You're sixteen breaths late." ”

In the face of such accusations, the man shrugged his shoulders and responded seriously: "Some things have been delayed. ”

"Hmm. The purple figure nodded, and didn't ask more, "Take it." ”

"Good. The man nodded.

So the two figures walked side by side on the deserted streets of Chang'an City at that time.

The summer night wind was a little stronger, and the stars in the sky were obscured by dark clouds, and darkness enveloped the two of them.

"You say..."

"Huh?"

"If I die, what will Xiao Xulai think of me when he grows up?"

"What do you think he thinks of you?"

"A gentleman who sacrifices himself, a saint who saves the people, a sage who helps the building to fall into the future, everything is good, he must be a hero after all, right?"

"Hehe..."

"What are you laughing at?" the purple-robed young man suddenly stopped and asked puzzled.

"You're thinking too much. ”

"In fact, in the eyes of your children, you will only be an incompetent father. ”

The white-eyed and black-haired man said this and paused suddenly, and then said in a tone of a passer-by, "Or... It's a bastard who abandons his wife and children..."

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