Looking at the pair of dark eyes in front of him, Zhu Jue swallowed his saliva unconsciously, and a cold chill surged in his heart. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The air around info was a little sticky, and before he knew it, a drop of cold sweat slipped down his forehead. When the Black-clothed Organization attacked Rain City before, he had also seen the Void Son at the scene, and knew that he was the Three Holy Envoys of the Black-clothed Organization, and he was an extremely terrifying existence under his command of countless dead soldiers. But why did he appear here, and how did he take the initiative to come to the door?

"Don't be nervous, I don't mean anything, I'm just stopping by to visit. Nothingness walked straight to the table, sat down on a chair, and picked up a teacup. In the blink of an eye, the originally empty teacup was filled with water. He took a sip, then turned his head to look at Zhu Jue, and a slight smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

"I know, you're here to save Li Rui, right?" Zhu Jue suppressed the turmoil in his heart and tried his best to stay calm.

"Isn't it...... Perhaps. Nothingness stared at the teacup in his hand, his words without any emotion.

"The Sword Sect has already laid a net here, and you can't escape. ”

"And how do you think I got in?"

Suddenly, the room was quiet again. Zhu Jue stood straight beside the bed, like a pillar. And the Void Son didn't speak, and lowered his head and drank his tea, as if he had just happened to come here to rest.

"What exactly is your plan?" After a short silence, Zhu Jue asked in a cold voice.

"Don't worry, you'll find out sooner or later. Nothingness raised his head, glanced at Zhu Jue, and then said lightly: "Because you yourself are part of the plan." ”

"I don't understand what you're saying. ”

"That's the best. At this moment, the Void suddenly got up. Zhu Jue took a step back, a vigilant look on his face.

"Maybe we'll meet again soon. Void Zi said softly, and then glanced at Zhu Jue's chest with his dark eyes, and then turned into a burst of black mist, gradually dissipating in place, as if it had never appeared. Almost at the same time, the door suddenly opened, and Uncle Song stepped into the house, just in time to see Zhu Jue with an awe-inspiring face.

"Are you alright? I was passing by here just now, and I heard a conversation in the house, so I felt uneasy, so I came in and had a look. Uncle Song said with some concern.

"Don't worry, it's okay. Zhu Jue shook his head, not planning to tell Uncle Song what had just happened.

"That's good. Uncle Song nodded, turned around and was about to leave. At this time, a man who looked like a guard ran in from outside and said to him in a panic: "Oh no, something happened in the back mountain!"

On the other side of Genting Villa, among the dense trees, there was a sharp howl. I saw four Sword Sect disciples holding swords and surrounding a sturdy porcupine. The porcupine was nearly five meters long, with a strange green color, two fangs raised high, and the spikes on its body stood upright, flashing with a terrifying cold light. It was obviously infected with poisonous gas, and its two eyes were red, staring closely at the Sword Sect disciples around it.

In the middle of the confrontation, the porcupine stamped its hooves and arched forward, sending a young disciple flying out in an instant. When the other disciples saw it, they swung their swords and stabbed at it, but before the sword could touch its skin, it was stuck in the dense spikes. Immediately afterwards, the porcupine shook itself vigorously and knocked the two disciples dozens of meters away, blood splattered out, and it seemed that he would not survive.

Now only the last Sword Sect disciple remained. He took a few steps back and looked at the porcupine in front of him with a horrified expression, his legs trembling, and his pants were already soaked with yellow liquid. At this moment, a cold light passed in front of him. The next moment, I saw the huge head of the porcupine slowly slide down its neck, and then rolled to the disciple's feet, and its two eyes happened to stare at him in a stunned state. His nerves had already stretched to the limit, and when he saw this, he fainted on the spot.

"What a sin. Uncle Song withdrew his sword and looked at the porcupine that was still twitching, his brows furrowed tightly.

"If this continues, will the entire Yunding Mountain be polluted by poisonous gas?" Zhu Jue also followed and asked on the side.

"Not really, nature itself has a strong ability to regulate, and one day it will disperse the poisonous gas. It's just that I don't know how long it will take for a holy pool to re-emerge......"

Time passed day by day, and before I knew it, it was the middle of May. As the weather warms up, the flowers bloom one after another, forming a patch of purple and red, decorating the rain city like a fairyland on earth. On the streets and alleys, from time to time, you can see men, women, and children wearing exotic costumes, as well as disciples of no less than dozens of sects, large and small, passing through the crowd with great dignity. In the tea shop on the street, I occasionally saw a few men wearing robes, solemn faces, and eyes like knives, holding a bowl of tea in their hands, drinking slowly, which were bohemian ronins or chivalrous people walking the rivers and lakes. Looking inside, I saw that the inns in the living area had already hung up red cards that were full. Rao is like this, tens of thousands of people still pour into the rain city every day, blocking the city gates.

All this is just due to a piece of news that has gone through the cracks. It is said that at the end of May, Yucheng will hold a grand treasure appreciation conference, where all kinds of rare treasures, famous paintings and monuments, powerful magic weapons will be exhibited here, and four legendary treasures will be unveiled at this conference. What's even more exciting is that the conference did not set a threshold, but invited the world's heroes, sectarian celebrities, and people who love treasures to come and appreciate it. As soon as the news broke, a large number of people flocked to Rain City, hoping to catch a glimpse of this once-in-a-century event.

In order to hold this treasure appraisal conference smoothly, the escort team is also full of strength. The venue of the meeting was set at the Shuibo Hall, and they had to renovate it first, not only so that a large number of treasures could be displayed here, but also to ensure a certain level of safety and avoid theft. Not only that, but the walls and houses that were damaged during the last Blackcoat invasion must also be repaired as soon as possible. In addition to this, they also held a number of drills in order to prepare for various eventualities. Under such pressure, many people don't even have time to eat.

The day before the conference, Qiushui sat on the steps in front of the Shuibo Temple, holding his chin with one hand and looking ahead with both eyes, watching the crowd of people coming and going. At this time, he saw a man in a short brown coat standing not far away, his head hanging very low, a straw hat covering his face, and his appearance seemed to be a little suspicious. He was about to step forward to ask about it, when suddenly a hand slapped him on the shoulder, startling him.

"What are you doing, Boshu!" Qiushui turned around and said with some dissatisfaction.

"I knew you were here. He grinned, revealing a not-so-good-looking smile. Now, he has come out of the shadow of the Snow Maiden and is fully committed to his work, and his enthusiasm is surprisingly high.

"Don't be noisy, I'm busy. Qiushui waved his hand, looking impatient.

"Okay, forget it. I wanted to tell you good news. He pouted.

"What's the good news?" Hearing him say that, Qiushui was interested. Then, he put his mouth up and whispered a few words in his ear. I saw Qiushui's face change rapidly, from sluggish to shocked, to incredulous, and finally fixed on the surprise.

"You said Zhu Jue is still alive?!"