Fan Xun and the others knew that paper could not contain the fire, so after stepping out of the gate of the Wang family, they rode their horses and galloped, even if Chen Youbing was in charge, he did not want to face the several bounty leaders and the three major families who were completely red-eyed. However, what surprised them a little was that Chen Youbing did not kill Zhang Mochen and did not leave, but followed all the way to a waterfall in the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Range.

Everyone dismounted, and Fan Xun cast an inquiring glance at Zhang Mochen, because the place they were about to go to was officially at the bottom of the Wuji Cliff, and it was inconvenient for Chen Youbing, an outsider, to expose the location of the secret passage.

Zhang Mochen smiled slightly, his eyes signaled, and he took a step forward, bowing deeply at Chen Youbing.

"Thank you seniors for saving your life!"

Chen Youbing turned his back to everyone and stood with his hands in his hands, his tone was like a breeze blowing on his robe, light and gentle. But the breeze between the gestures is light, but it is shocking, perhaps, this is the spirit of the king.

"You're not afraid that I'll really kill you?"

When everyone heard this, their breath quietly rose, and their eyes were instantly occupied by vigilance, but Zhang Mochen smiled heartily.

"Although I don't know what the relationship is with the seniors, the juniors know that you won't kill me!"

"Oh?" Chen Youbing turned around slowly, and there was obviously a hint of surprise in the cold black pupils behind the mask.

"First, with the strength of the predecessors, if the flag is shaken, it can be said that it is a hundred responses, not to mention in Sanye Town, even Heyue City also has a place for you, but the predecessors have always been alone, indicating that they don't like worldly fame and fortune, for me, the junior is openly the enemy of the three major families, if it is just that the road is uneven and pulls out a knife to help, it doesn't make sense, because it's not your style. Zhang Mochen smiled slightly and said slowly.

"Anything else?" Chen Youbing changed his arrogance and then asked.

"Second, the seniors were sneered at and humiliated in public by Xiao Er in the Drunken Immortal Pavilion that day, and they could speak with their fists, but the seniors repeatedly tolerated it, which shows that you are a reasonable person, since you received my chase and kill order, if there is no special reason, how can you not hesitate to break the rules of the game to save me from danger?" Zhang Mochen stepped forward and walked in front of Chen Youbing, the light smile on his beautiful face reflected the calmness in his heart.

The corners of the stiff mouth finally showed a rare arc, and Chen Youbing smiled with relief and nodded slowly.

"I don't know why my predecessors saved me?" Zhang Mochen asked with his hands clenched into fists, bent his waist deeply.

"Brother Tianfeng, you have a good son!" Chen Youbing did not answer positively, but raised his head slightly, relieved.

A gust of wind blew away the three thousand green silks slightly, Chen Youbing quickly pressed down the fluttering hair, his eyes were a little flustered, and he turned away in the next second.

"Jing Nan?" At this moment, Zhang Tianbing snorted softly, and the cold autumn water seemed to have returned to more than ten years ago, with affection.

Zhang Mochen and Wang Yuyan were confused, but Fan Xun and the others' eyes became serious, because the black back stiffened under Zhang Tianbing's exclamation.

"How long are you going to hide from me?" Walking slowly towards the back, tears slowly flowing in his eyes, Zhang Tianbing choked up and asked.

Zhang Mochen finally realized something, You Bing, protect Tian Bing, isn't Chen Youbing in front of him the lover of the aunt that his father inadvertently mentioned?

I'm afraid that even Zhang Tianbing has just realized the meaning of this name, if it weren't for the green silk floating up and discovering the red birthmark on his neck, Zhang Tianbing would not have thought of Chen Youbing as the Chen Jingnan who had been gone for many years and made her wait for a long time.

Chen Jingnan turned around slowly, and the black pupils under the mask finally stopped being indifferent and became gentle like water.

"I'm sorry, Bing'er!"

Chen Jingnan felt a little guilty, but in the next second, he hugged Zhang Tianbing, who was rushing straight in, tightly in his arms. The thousand words in my heart turned into two lines of tears at this moment, and they slipped quietly.

Zhang Mochen and Wang Yuyan glanced at each other, smiled slightly, and the two hands that were holding together clenched each other tighter.

Of course, Fan Xun and Zhang Tianchi knew about Chen Jingnan's existence, because the latter had never returned, and he had more or less stumbling in the past ten years. But right now, although time has changed Zhang Tianbing from a girl to a woman, both of them have a pleased smile on their faces.

"After so many years, you'd rather be wild in this mountain range than come to me, why?"

Ignoring the presence of others, Zhang Tianbing seemed to have returned to her girlhood, and after crying in the arms of her beloved man, she asked with some resentment.

"I miss you so much, but I..."

Chen Jingnan's voice was a little sad, as if some words were not finished, and they were stuck in his throat.

After more than ten years of longing, I don't know how many nights, Zhang Tianbing sighed, although the feeling in his heart has not been shaken for half a minute, but the long nights still let a trace of resentment slowly breed in this feeling. She had made up her mind that when she said goodbye, she would stab a sword to relieve the hatred in her heart, but now that they are really reunited, the resentment in her heart has disappeared without a trace, and all that remains is excitement and happiness.

Zhang Tianbing burst into tears and laughed, slowly raised his arm, and stretched out his face to the mask. But Chen Jingnan deliberately dodged backwards.

"TechnoAlpin, I'm not what I used to be, you, don't look at it!"

Zhang Tianbing smiled slightly, and did not withdraw his hand, "No matter what you become, in this life, I will follow you!"

Chen Jingnan didn't dodge anymore, looked at the woman in front of him tightly, his heart warmed, and let the smooth jade hand touch his cheek.

The mask falls, and the mountains appear.

"Jing Nan, your face?" Zhang Tianbing's nose soured.

Zhang Mochen and the others were also shocked, because a long scar behind the mask ran from the tip of the left eyebrow to the corner of the right eye. Although it has long since healed, the tender red fresh meat and the collapsed nose bridge are still staggering.

The jade fingers gently stroked along the wound, and tears flowed down from his eyes again, and Zhang Tianbing's heart hurt to the extreme.

"It's because of this scar that you refuse to look for me?" Zhang Tianbing said in a choked voice.

Chen Jingnan shook his head with a smile, did not speak, grabbed the slightly trembling jade hand tightly, pulled it gently, and hugged Zhang Tianbing into his arms again.

After more than ten years of separation, once reunited, any words seem so pale and powerless, only the silent tight hug and the tears of happiness that slip down can interpret the sincere and unswerving love.

The sense of well-being is contagious, and the crowd is clearly immersed in it, unwilling to interrupt. After a long time, Zhang Mochen coughed lightly.

"Uncle, aunt, this is not the place to talk, let's go down to the bottom of the cliff first!"

Zhang Tianbing got up from Chen Jingnan's arms at this time, and there was a hint of embarrassment on his beautiful face, "Stinky boy, what are you talking about!"

"Brother-in-law, let's go!" Fan Xun and Zhang Tianchi smiled at each other, and walked up to Chen Jingnan and said.

Chen Jingnan smiled slightly, looked at the shy Zhang Tianbing, directly took the jade hand, and walked away.

At the bottom of the Wuji Cliff, everyone came along the dark passage along the water. But when the surface of the foot touched the ground, the color of joy disappeared instantly, and it was replaced by a dark cloud of solemnity.

Zhang Mochen took half a step forward, and the scene in front of him was no different from the original, but there were less than a dozen bloodstained figures, which shocked his heart.

Fan Xun and the others also frowned, not to mention that the wounded soldiers were full of eyes, even the number was more than half. You know, after attacking and killing the bounty group, they still have as many as four people.

Seeing Zhang Mochen and the others returning, Lei Hong walked out of the crowd, but his walking posture was a little strange, and his left arm was empty, which looked extremely uncoordinated.

"Uncle Lei!"

Zhang Mochen's heart sank, and he shouted in a low voice, and quickly left. Fan Xun and the others followed, and the expressions on their faces were extremely heavy.

Although the bleeding from the wound had stopped for the time being, Lei Hong still looked extremely weak, especially his pale face and white lips, which were no different from those of a dead man.

"Patriarch, we were attacked on the way back, and most of the dead and wounded!" replied to Lei Hong on one knee and gritted his teeth.

"Where's Mo Ran?" After looking around, he didn't find Zhang Mo Ran's figure, and Zhang Mochen asked eagerly.

"Moran... She..."Lei Hong didn't dare to touch Zhang Mochen's anxious gaze, and he hesitated.

"Woo, woo..."

A burst of sadness came into his ears, and Zhang Mochen finally found the miscellaneous hair in the crowd, which had already grown into the form of a tiger beast at this time, but he couldn't see the slightest kingly spirit, drooping his head, lying on the ground motionless. Beside it, a purple figure lay silently on the ground.

Heartbroken, ten thousand arrows pierced his heart, Zhang Mochen did not hesitate and flew away.

"Mo Ran, Mo Ran!" Holding the purple shadow tightly in his arms, Zhang Mochen shouted anxiously, but no matter how loud his voice was, except for the green silk floating lightly in the wind, Zhang Moran did not move. If it weren't for the faint heat between the snorts, it would really be no different from a dead man.

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