As soon as he crossed the border black area between Xizhou and Beizhou, Chu Wanjun exhaled a breath of hot air, rubbed his palms and looked at the towns flying by.

Snowflakes fell, and a thin layer of snow on the airship obscured the footprints she had taken.

The clothes are fluttering, the hood is blown off by the wind, but fortunately there is no one around, and he is not afraid to show his face.

Chu Wanjun looked into the distance with complicated eyes, and her mood was particularly complicated.

With Huarong's words, she searched in Xizhou for three years, and finally found the retrospective mirror.

In the retrospective mirror, she saw the ending of her previous life and saw the juniors who died one after another after her.

Seeing Yun Yanchu, who was pierced through his body by ten thousand swords, he also saw Shizun Huarong completely crazy after their death.

He avenged everyone, and in countless years, he found the retrospective mirror hidden in Xizhou.

I devoted myself to cultivating and pulled time back to the present.

Nothing has happened yet, and there is still time for anything to start.

In the past, Chu Wanjun's perception of Huarong existed in "madman", "drunkard" and "short-sighted", respect was real, and fear was also true.

But she never thought of the uncertain Shizun, who had a deep affection for them that they didn't know.

Thinking of the final ending of all of them, Chu Wanjun's heart was indescribably complicated.

She wanted to rush back to Qianming immediately and tell her few juniors what Shizun had done for them.

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Since that morning, Hua Rongzhen has prepared three meals a day for several people as he said, and what he prepared every day has never been the same.

This also gave several people a new understanding of Huarong.

In the past, they thought that Huarong would only kill people, but they didn't think that this murderous hand would be extra delicious when cooking.

Because of the continuous eating together in the past few days, the originally stiff master-apprentice relationship has eased somewhat.

Looking at Hua Rong who was Yun Yan Chu Bucai in front of him, Mo Zhifan and Shen Nanzhou were also rare to show a smile in front of Hua Rong, instead of a tight face.

And on this day, a person was somehow mentioned in the conversation between several people.

Wei Siyou.

Speaking of Wei Siyou, Mo Zhifan also remembered this little junior brother.

Wei Siyou in the previous life was frail, and he was not sent to Qianming until he was close to sixteen, and because of his body and personality, he was only on his own peak most of the time after he arrived in Qianming.

Therefore, there is no affection between their brothers and sisters, just like they do for Huarong.

Relationships that exist only on the surface of this layer.

The ending of Wei Siyou in the previous life is only known to Hua Rong.

At the mention of Wei Siyou, Hua Rong Bucai's hand paused.

"He should be in the medical field, and with his experience, he may be able to come back in two years." Hua Rong said in a calm tone.

"I only hope that the fourth junior brother can enter the sect as soon as possible." Shen Nanzhou said sincerely.

In fact, they were all very curious about this little junior brother in their hearts.

Wei Siyou in the previous life was alone, and he entered the sect too late, so he had no feelings for them.

can be reborn in one life, and anyone will find that the previous life has a certain blind spot for the other party.

With a new opportunity to understand, I found that I had missed a lot in my previous life.

Among them, Mo Zhifan and Shen Nanzhou have a deep understanding.

In the previous life, there was not much intersection between the two of them, but in this life, under the influence of Yun Yanchu, the two were often together, and over time, they became familiar with each other.

The two of them can understand each other's meaning with one look now, and who would dare to believe this kind of thing in the previous life.

Hua Rong saw everyone's endings in his last life, Wei Siyou died before Yun Yanchu, in order to let Yun Yanchu escape for his life.

The corpse was full of holes and sores, as if it had been corroded.

He personally collected Wei Siyou's body, and also killed all the people who forced him here.

Looking back now, I still have unbearable hatred in my heart.

Fortunately, everything was able to start again, but Huarong was also puzzled.

Why did he bring everything back to the starting point, but everyone's memories didn't return to the original point.

What about Yun Yanchu? What about Lin Wanqing?

Hua Rong looked sideways, and Yun Yanchu was scooping the soup with a spoon in his hand.

Whether it was before or after rebirth, Yun Yanchu has always been like this, and it doesn't seem like he was reborn.

Huarong's facts are just like the appearance, they can remember it, but Yun Yanchu doesn't remember it.

In this life, he will protect everyone, Lin Wanqing, Qingyu Sect, and Fu Yan......

He will send them to hell one by one.

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The fourteenth day of the winter moon is a very special day.

Just after the child, light snow began to fall in various places in Beizhou outside of Qianming.

Originally, the snow began to fall in the lunar month, but this year it was brought forward to the winter moon.

Twilight and snowflakes confuse the air, blurring in the distance, except for the barely visible lights, telling the world.

Yun Yanchu sat on the soft couch in the room in fashionable clothes, holding a pen in his hand, and wrote a sentence on the rice paper with a serious expression.

Opposite her sat a child of about five or six years old, dressed in a bright red brocade robe, and surprisingly the child's long hair was red, and even his eyes were as red as jewels.

The little guy watched Yun Yanchu's pen tip walking on the paper, a little bored.

"Mother, I want to play in the snow." He sat down on the soft couch and whispered, his little hand raised upward, and a ball of fire rose from his palm.

Then his little hand was lowered a few more points, and the fire was extinguished by no wind.

A wisp of white smoke drifted through the room.

Hearing Xiaohong's words, Yun Yanchu's pen hand paused slightly, and raised his eyebrows to look at her, "I'll send you to Jingcheng when it's dawn." ”

"If I don't go, I'm going to stay with my mother." Xiaohong shook her head again and again when she heard this, and pursed her lips slightly.

"So what are you going to do? There is no snow in the dry world, and you need to leave the dry world to have snow to play. Yun Yanchu asked with a puzzled frown.

Xiaohong immediately seemed to wilt, "I don't want to leave my mother, it's not fun at all where my mother is not there." ”

Xiaohong said, jumped down from the soft couch, ran to Yun Yanchu's side again, and hugged Yun Yanchu's hand stickily.

Yun Yanchu didn't understand why this little guy was so clingy today, but he still rubbed Xiaohong's head quite patiently, and after writing the letter on the table, he flipped through it, and the letter automatically flew out as a spirit crane.

After sending away the letter, Yun Yanchu looked down, but he didn't expect Xiaohong to sleep soundly on her lap, if it weren't for the saliva that was about to slip off the corner of her mouth.

Yun Yanchu might let it sleep here again.

But when he saw the saliva at the corner of his mouth, Yun Yanchu's face turned dark, and with a wave of his hand, he twisted Xiaohong directly into the spirit beast space.

In a trance, Xiaohong felt that the surrounding environment had changed, and the soft touch just now had completely disappeared.

Xiaohong didn't wake up, but shrunk back, curled herself up into a ball and nested in the spirit beast space, her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if she was a little chilly.

The little mouth grunted twice, and fell asleep again.