Sikong Haoxuan slowly recalled in his mind that some time ago, he complained in front of Sikong Xiaoyue that the Imperial Capital Magic Store had no name, and there was not even pure crystal. In the hands of wizards, the purer the crystal, the more suitable it is to become a vessel for souls.

Touching the crystal ball in his hand, Sikong Haoxuan's heart was full of emotion. He clearly knew that although the pure crystal was a stone of no value to the magicians and warriors in the continent, in the case that ninety-nine percent of the crystals in the continent contained magical elements, the value of the pure crystal was highlighted. Not to mention that this pure crystal was the finest decorative material that the aristocracy coveted.

Sikong Haoxuan really couldn't imagine how long Sikong Xiaoyue needed to accumulate crystal coins to be able to buy such a large pure crystal ball. With the means she usually spends money, it is really difficult for her, and the most important thing is that she is willing to do it.

"Fourth brother, this is a birthday gift from the second brother. I know you're not interested in magic or vindictiveness, but I think you should have a general understanding of them. Sikong Mochen handed over an ancient book bound in threads, and he always looked at the problem so accurately and profoundly. Sikong Mochen, who can make good books like his life, take out the ancient books as gifts, and he is afraid that the world will be his brothers.

Sikong Haoxuan carefully put away the crystal ball and ancient books, put this strong family affection in his heart, and secretly vowed to cherish it for a lifetime.

When Sikong Haoxuan's mood was stirring, Sikong Buqun came late, and a petite figure shrouded in a cloak followed behind him.

Song Ziyan was secretly surprised when he saw the small white sword symbol on the cloak of the petite figure, guessing the old man's intention of bringing the people in the Elder Pavilion over.

"Xuan'er, look at the gift that grandpa brought you. This is a hundred times more precious than that superb space ring, which was given to you by grandpa on behalf of the Elder Pavilion. ”

When Sikong Mochen and Sikong Xiaoyue heard the Elder's Pavilion, they were also shocked in their hearts. In Sikong's house, the most mysterious place is none other than the Elder's Pavilion. Many direct members of the Sikong family only know about the existence of the Elder Pavilion, but where the Elder Pavilion is and who they are, for many years, the head of the Sikong family can know in detail.

Staring at the smaller figure tightly wrapped in a cloak, Sikong Haoxuan felt a big headache, "Send a big living person, how can the Elders' Pavilion be in the mood to send spies to my courtyard?"

Sikong Buqun was deeply satisfied with his grandson's sluggish expression, pointed to the long brocade box in the hands of the two guards and said, "Xuan'er, that is a gift from your father from Southern Xinjiang. Cher grew up in the Elders' Pavilion, you have to treat her well. ”

Sikong Haoxuan, who couldn't refuse his grandfather's gift at all, returned to the courtyard with an awkward heart, and Xue'er followed him quietly. Sikong Haoxuan, the person who came out of the Elders' Pavilion, didn't have the courage to slack off, so he beckoned the maid to freshen up Xue'er, and walked towards Nanxing's room by himself.

Nanxing's room, like his expression, was so rigid and empty. Looking at Nanxing, who was still struggling in the "years", Sikong Haoxuan felt slightly relieved. During this time, Nanxing has slowly adapted to the torture suffered in the loss of "years", and it is estimated that he will soon be able to cultivate his fighting spirit under the erosion of "years".

With the movement of a finger, the ancient sorcery that shrouded the South Star - the years dissipated. Although Nanxing's body was tortured and very weak, his eyes were still bright, indicating that he would not lose his mind under the erosion of "years".

Those who are familiar with Nanxing will definitely find that the current Nanxing is obviously shrouded in a layer of dead air, and the flow of dead air all over the body makes people feel a little chilly.

At this time, Nanxing's state was very different from Sikong Haoxuan's prediction, frowning and looking at Nanxing quietly, Nanxing could feel Sikong Haoxuan's dissatisfaction with him in his heart, but he didn't know why. There was no trace of panic in his eyes, and he looked at Sikong Haoxuan quietly, waiting for him to speak.

After a while, Sikong Haoxuan sighed slightly, "Nanxing, you have relied on hatred as a driving force in the years. Do you know that one of your feet has stepped through the door of the path of killing? ”

"Killing Dao?" Obviously, Nanxing had difficulty understanding Sikong Haoxuan's words.

"The killer -- kills for the sake of killing, and it is difficult to have other emotions in his heart. Throughout his life, he pursued further killing. ”

"Stepping into the Killing Dao, will you be able to kill the Demon Snake Star Yin Seven?"

Sikong Haoxuan didn't expect that the hatred in Nanxing's heart was so intense, "The killer is a great success, and there will be no one in the world who cannot be killed." But Nanxing, you have to think clearly, once you completely step into the path of killing, there is nothing else in your life except killing. ”

A trace of anxiety on Nanxing's face disappeared, and he regained his emptiness, "As long as you can kill Yin Qi, what if you step into the killing path?!"

Sikong Haoxuan threw a brocade box from the space ring to Nanxing, "The knife in this box is held by the soldiers of the Forward Battalion. drank the blood of thousands of people, and fully experienced and understood the murderous aura. ”

Sikong Haoxuan, who returned to the hall, couldn't help but be attracted by Xue'er who took off her cloak. In his previous life, he had seen countless beauties of various temperaments with the status of Sikong Haoxuan, but such a gentle little flower, Sikong Haoxuan was sure in his heart that he would never appear in the modern society in his previous life.

"Fourth Young Master, it's late at night. Cher will serve you to wash up and rest. Xue'er's soft voice interrupted the inexplicable comparison in Sikong Haoxuan's heart.

Sikong Haoxuan, who was a little embarrassed, was obviously surprised in the face of Xue'er's words, "What?

Xue'er was a little amused in her heart, and looked at Sikong Haoxuan, who was acting a little strangely, and said, "Yes, in the future, the four young masters will all be served by me, this is the task given to me by the Elder Pavilion." ”

After inviting Xue'er to sit down, Sikong Haoxuan personally poured a glass of juice for her, "Xue'er, the task given to you by the Elder Pavilion is to serve me?

"Don't be aggrieved, I also serve Grandpa Whitebeard in the Elders' Pavilion. ”

"Xue'er, who is the white-bearded grandpa you serve?" has a great interest in the mysterious Elder Pavilion Sikong Haoxuan, and begins to put Xue'er's words into account.

"I don't know what Grandpa Whitebeard's name is, but the people in the cabinet are very respectful to Grandpa Whitebeard. Cher's reply didn't seem to have a hint of scheming.

Hearing Xue'er say this, Sikong Haoxuan knew that he couldn't satisfy his curiosity from Xue'er. Although Xue'er has lived in the Elder Pavilion since she was a child, her knowledge of the Elder Pavilion is probably very limited.

Sikong Haoxuan, who had tried his best to persuade Xue'er to go to sleep, returned to his room, sorted out his mood, slowly sank into the concentration, and comprehended the vast witchcraft in his mind in the dark. (To be continued.) )