Gu Qingting looked at him clenching his fists tightly, his eyes were red, and he already knew what he was thinking. Although the two have not been together for a long time, they are extremely compatible.

Gu Qingting said confidently:

"I used to be a disciple of the Zhengyang Sect, even if he hates me again, it doesn't necessarily mean that no one will help me. Don't worry, he can't do anything to me. Liu Mianxi couldn't stay here for a long time, and left after a few words.

The days after that were very peaceful, Liu Mianxi was always haunted, and after being discovered by his disciples, he was guarded in the room day and night.

He was very worried about the situation of the Qing court, and often inquired about the disciples guarding the door, but no one paid attention to him.

After he had been alone in his room for half a month, the guard at the door withdrew. He looked around curiously, thinking that the moment was calm, just in time to save Gu Qingting out.

But they found that there was no one around, and everyone gathered in the main hall. He stopped by to join in the fun, and saw what big things had happened to the Zhengyang faction, and he was a little gloating in his heart.

When the crowd found him entering the temple, they immediately gave up their seats, which really flattered him. Murong Ci looked at him and said:

"Everyone is here today, and everyone is witnessing." After speaking, he carried up a person, whose face was covered with white veil and mottled blood.

Murong Ci's eyes were sharp, and he ordered someone to lift the veil. The moment the veil was lifted, Liu Mianxi's heart was pierced and ached.

The familiar figure was emaciated and scarred. There were blood marks on his pale face, sunken eyes, and his eyes had been gouged out.

I haven't seen each other for a long time but I never thought that it would be like this to meet again, Liu Mianxi couldn't have imagined that the last time was the last time they met.

His heart was full of melancholy, his heart was like a knife, and his eyes were red as if he wanted to kill. At this moment, he looked at Murong Ci like a ghost, eager to let him go to the eighteenth layer of hell.

Murong Ci pretended to be sad and said:

"Gu Qingting once saved my life, and I am very grateful for his kindness. But I couldn't stop him from doing the wrong thing, and one wrong step was a wrong step. In the end, he understood the righteousness and poked himself in the eyes to make his will clear. My Chongyang sect still treats him as his own disciple and accepts everyone's bows. Liu Mianxi was extremely disgusted when he heard him say these words, and interrupted sharply:

"No need, I'll take him back to the Suyang faction." He was never willing to say anything more about these people, and any further stay would only make him sick and sick.

He wrapped Gu Qingting in a white cloth, carefully arranged his hair, and gently wiped the blood on his face.

Tears flowed unconsciously, remembering what he said before, maybe he knew that this was the result, but he knew the face but didn't know the heart.

The sincerity of youth has just become the blinding sand on the utilitarian field, useless and hurtful to oneself. After packing up everything, he put Gu Qingting in front of him and rode together, leaving only six words in his eyes

The "people who sell their fame and reputation" will go away