"Dad, are you waiting for me? You don't sleep in the middle of the night, where are you going?" Tong Jianing hurried slowly, but he still couldn't catch up with his father, who was on a dragon descending wooden cane...... For more up-to-date chapters, visit wèn:щw.

Tong Sixi walked like a fly, where was he still like an old man who was nearly ninety years old, his eyes were shining, and he chased towards the vicinity of this boulder while looking at the wisps of imperceptible earth qi emerging from this barren mountain.

"Dad, in the middle of the night, even that kid from Wushuang can't come here?"

Tong Sixi didn't speak, standing on this boulder and looking around, carefully searching every corner, catching the strange smell left in the air.

"Ah, is he (she)?" Tong Sixi opened his mouth wide in surprise, and knelt directly on the boulder, and kept kowtowing to the position where Lao Dao had left just now, like a little 'chicken' pecking rice.

"What's wrong with you, Dad?

"Purple Qi Xiangrui, there was a fairy aura reflected on this barren mountain just now, it must be that he came to find Wushuang. He lifted his nose and sniffed again, frowning, and muttered in his heart: "Hmm, no, what? Could it be that he (she) is here too?"

The faint fragrance of the 'female' body can't hide from Tong Sixi, and Tong Sixi can't forget the smell of her body for the rest of his life. He didn't dare to get up, he didn't dare to look up, for fear that the two mysterious people hadn't gone far yet. No matter if any of them let them know that they are going to plot against Wushuang, I am afraid that they can take the 'life' of their father and son at the snap of their fingers.

"Dad, who are you talking about? Are there any people in the world that you are afraid of?"

"Of course there is, there are all masters in this world, Jianing, maybe your ancestor has been here. "One of the things that Tong Sixi is most proud of in his life is that he was fortunate enough to see the true face of his master's 'yin' yang mystery. There are not many people who make him admire in his life, and there are only two and a half of them even if he breaks the sky, one is the righteous Bo Yuntian of the master Wu Gongyao, the other is the mysterious master 'Yin' Yang Xuandao, and the other half is Mo Xiaoqi, the master of Mulan in the 'female'.

"Are you kidding? How can he still be alive? If he wants to live, he won't be more than 160 years old? Isn't this 'becoming' human 'essence'?"

"Hmph, ignorant child! Your ancestor is not only one hundred and sixty years old? He is already more than three hundred years old, and your ancestor has already perfected the practice of stealing life, and we are all stealing the lives of living beings, so we can indeed make ourselves fill our own life, but on the other hand, we have to live to the end, which is a means to damage the 'yin' morality. And your ancestor watched him steal the aura of heaven and earth when I was a child, and I am afraid that now he is already a half-immortal. "The ability of 'yin' yang Xuandao is rare in the world, he is already a real master who has seen through the red dust, if it is not for the descendants of Wushuang who fall into the trough of life and need his support, no one will ever see his true face again in this life. He is the real immortal body.

"Dad, don't scare me, then we still have to continue to cooperate with Little Japan?" If Master Zu knows...... "Jianing is also afraid, in fact, he has no backbone compared to his father. He is a character, but he has been too doting on him since he was a child.

"Master has not asked about the world for many years, and even if he calculates, I am afraid I will not expect that I Tong Sixi is interested in the sewing of Xing'an Mountains, Master is a master, he will not be embarrassed by me, my father has already plucked incense in Changsheng Mountain, he can't control me. It's the 'woman'...... In the future, we need to be more careful, don't fall into her hands, Mo Xiaoqi's ruthlessness is far more than my master's thousands, once you and my father and son have a handle in her hands, they will die and have no place to be buried!" Of course he was afraid of Mo Xiaoqi. It was Mo Xiaoqi who led him into Changsheng Mountain back then, and it was Mo Xiaoqi who finally made Wu Gongyao decide to expel him from the thief' door.

It's just that now he knows better, Wushuang has the protection of a master by his side, I'm afraid it's even more difficult to start, it's too difficult to kill him, and the only thing left is to use Wushuang's identity and ability to help him complete his great cause. In the end, let the Northeast thief 'door' become a plaything puppet in his applause. But this kid is too thief, this is very similar to his grandmother Mo Xiaoqi, who is full of heart eyes, just a little fox. It seems that he has to think about using that chess piece.

Under the night, Wushuang walked alone on the Banyou Road in the small village, the dim street lamp stretched his figure obliquely, and his mind was full of the dialogue between the mysterious old way and the 'woman' dressed in the Republic of China, although the 'woman' didn't say a word, but Wushuang could see from her loving eyes that she wanted to help herself recover her memory, and she wanted to take herself away.

Why on earth is it? Then why did Lao Dao stop him? Do you have to let me go through these tribulations? Wushuang doesn't know what the sword blade has sharpened from the truth, it doesn't matter who he is, the important thing is that in a few days he has regarded Longwangtun as his home, and Lao Pu and Jin 'Hua' as his own family, although he can't speak Korean, but he has the warmth of home here, and he is very satisfied, so why pursue his previous identity?

It was quiet in the tunzi, only he walked alone on the road and moved towards home, I don't know when the dog in the tunzi stopped barking, maybe his smell has been remembered by the beasts, not an outsider.

At this time, Wushuang suddenly felt the sweat 'hair' on his back and neck counting down, as if a pair of thief glasses were secretly hiding behind him to spy on him.

"Come out. Wushuang said softly.

A little guy 'revealed' his head from the dark shadow, and saw that it was Wushuang who came back from outside the tunzi, so he took three steps and made two steps and rushed up to hug Wushuang's big 'legs'. It turned out to be Xiaobai.

"Hey, where are you going to steal the 'chicken' in the middle of the night?" Wushuang patted its cerebellar 'door' and found that Xiaobai was shivering, and kept hiding behind Wushuang.

"What's wrong? I didn't bring that stinky Taoist priest back, what are you afraid of?"

Xiao Bai stared at a pair of thief's mung bean eyes, looked left and right, and then squeaked quietly, as if to tell Sù Wushuang something.

"I'm annoyed, sleep, don't toss me in the middle of the night! You'd better be honest, the people of Longwangtun don't like Huang Xian." Wushuang picked it up and carried it to his shoulder, as usual.

It's early in the morning, the Park family is asleep, and the old Park in the east room is snoring loudly, and occasionally muttering dreams in his mouth. Wushuang pushed open the courtyard 'door' and tiptoed back to his Westinghouse 'door', where he found that the lights were on in the Westroom.

Strange, when he left, he obviously turned off the lights? He was very vigilant, and he listened to it by lying in front of the door, but there was no sound in his room, and there was no sound of people breathing, so there should be no problem, maybe it was too late, and he was confused and remembered wrong.

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