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"It's pretty much the same. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" Lou Zhilan suddenly stopped retreating, the silver light made Lan Shuixin unable to open her eyes, and with a "stab" sound, the blue satin in her hand had been destroyed.

Lying in the palm of Lou Zhilan's hand was a knife as light as a wing, pitch black, without too much decoration, quiet as if it didn't exist, but it was a weapon that could easily destroy a medium-grade artifact.

"Go back to the city, I won't kill you, leave, and die now" Lou Zhilan said this again patiently.

"Will you not die if you go back to the city?" Before Lou Zhilan could make a move, Lan Shuixin had already jumped and descended the cliff. "Let's look forward to the future troubles of Weiyang City!"

There was also the laughter of the blue water heart in the wind.

Looking at the bottomless cliffs, and then at Weiyang City, there is still the shadow of Weiyang City here and there, Lou Zhilan frowned slightly.

Originally, it was just to force Lan Shuixin back to Weiyang City. If only I knew that I would just knock out and carry it away, there wouldn't be so much trouble.

There were a lot of people coming to the temple this time, and I don't know how many were on the road, Lan Shuixin suddenly disappeared in Weiyang City, which is not a good thing, and ten days later, it will be a competition between Yihan and the dream.

The banquet ended in the early hours of the morning, Yihan and the others drank a few drinks casually and left, and when they returned to the Summer Palace, they found that Lou Zhilan had not returned, but thinking that the role of Lan Shuixin was not simple, he didn't care, but he still didn't see anyone the next morning.

Early in the morning, Yihan saw Mu Siyan carrying a big knife, and he came over, "Xiaohan, have you seen Zhilan?"

"Hasn't Zhilan come back yet?" With Zhilan's strength, it is more than enough for a blue water heart.

"No, let people go to the guest house, and Lan Shuixin hasn't come back yet. ”

"Maybe it's in trouble, let's go outside the city first. ”

Zhi Lan can stay in a dangerous place for hundreds of years, and the matter of concealing the breath is naturally not a problem, if you want to find the breath, you can only find the blue water heart.

When the group came to the outside of the city, a group of people in white robes chased them out, and this group of people was not the people of the temple.

The first person is a middle-aged man wearing a white badge on his chest, the man looks average, but his body exudes an amiable atmosphere, which makes people unconsciously look at him a few more times. "Weiyang City Lord, our holy daughter has not returned since she went to the banquet appointment, should we give a reasonable explanation? ”

it, ask her for someone? Is this teasing her?

She remembered that this man had appeared at the banquet, and had been watching her drink the glass of wine in Lan Shuixin from the dark, "Didn't you saintess succeed in poisoning and go back to the Central Plains first?"

If you want to play, I'll play with you.

"You" The man's face froze, impossible, didn't he say that the poison of a hundred days of sleep was colorless and tasteless, and he couldn't detect it at all in the early stage.

Yihan's face sank, and he drank, "After Ben Shao drank the cup of wine of your holy maiden, he always felt unwell and lay down in the Summer Palace all night. The alchemist in the city said that Ben Shao was affected by the soft scripture and was scattered, so he would be uncomfortable, should you saints give Ben Shao an explanation!"

What?

In other words, the poison of Bairimian was not found at all, and the man's face softened slightly, "The holy woman will not do these things, has the city lord not investigated clearly." Don't hide it from the city lord, our holy daughter has admired the city lord for a long time, so I thought that the holy woman was with the city lord, so I said this. Now that I see it, the saint is really missing. ”

"Haven't you looked for other places?" Yihan's tone was a little better.

"I suspect that the saint has been kidnapped out of the city," the man pointed to the area, where the grass on the ground still had traces of being trampled, more bluntly, it should be traces of a fight, and it was difficult to find among the grass if you were not careful, there were a few drops of blood, judging from the degree of dryness, it should have been left a few hours ago. "There is also the breath of a saint here,"

Following the trail, they came to a cliff, and then the trail was gone.

Looking down at the cliff, there is no bottom, and if you fall directly, the chances of survival are not great.

But looking at the scene around the cliff, she is a little familiar.