What's the situation?

Looking at the two ice sculptures falling from the sky, Xu Yuan had a look of surprise in his eyes.

He was ready to listen to the cruel words of the protagonist of the plot, and then watched the other party slip away from under his nose.

And that's the result?

His thoughts converged, and Xu Yuan looked at the falling ice sculpture with a slightly solemn look.

He didn't see clearly how the black ancient sword appeared, and how the remnant soul of the saint was in it, but he saw clearly the process of the saint's soul and the protagonist of the plot being frozen into ice sculptures.

Is Xu Changge here?

But in Cangyuan, this big brother doesn't seem to have skills like being able to freeze, right?

As his thoughts flickered, Xu Yuan's attention was quickly attracted by other things

The black canopy that enveloped the entire Xu Mansion changed abnormally.

Immediately after the remnant soul of the saint was frozen in ice, dense holes appeared above the canopy, and these blank holes spread at a speed visible to the naked eye.

ultimately

The entire black canopy of the sky had already dissipated into invisibility before the ice sculpture hit the ground, revealing the intricate and mysterious formations above the sky.

And after the big array in the city lost its target, those mysterious formations visible to the naked eye gradually disappeared in the air.

After Xu Yuan reacted and prepared, he subconsciously went to the location where the ice sculpture fell to the ground.

However, after the thought flashed, he did not go over immediately, but turned his eyes to look at the nurses in the courtyard who looked tired but relieved.

In the kind of human purgatory like Fang Cai, these martial artists still did not forget to come over to protect him, the third son.

In the face of life and death, the courage is still the same.

"Whew"

With a long exhalation, Xu Yuan flicked more than 20 silver tickets with a denomination of one hundred taels and sent them to Wang Jiaotou.

Wang Jiaotou, who was looking up at the sky, caught it with some surprise, and after looking down, he hurriedly said to Xu Yuan:

"Third son, that's our business, I can't do this silver ticket"

"Give it to you, take it, you don't want it, your people always need it."

As he spoke, Xu Yuan glanced sideways at the courtyard gate.

“.”

Sect Leader Wang was suddenly silent, he remembered the brother who was killed by Qin Mo on the way

Xu Yuan lowered his eyes and patted Wang Jiao's head and shoulders.

Xu Yuan, the other people in the mansion, didn't know, but he was mixed in Wuxuanyuan every day.

I have been sparring with that group of bold big muscle bullies for more than a month, and many things are still vivid.

Originally, he was going to go there today.

Now it seems that I will never be able to go again.

"Have a good rest, this time is good."

After speaking, Xu Yuan withdrew his hand and walked towards the outside of the courtyard gate.

The sky was still so warm, but the courtyard after the disaster looked a little messy.

Wang Jiaotou held the stack of silver tickets in his hand, was silent for a long time, and finally bowed deeply to the third prince who had disappeared around the corner:

"Wang Quan, thank the third prince for the brothers of Wuxuanyuan!"

The place where the ice sculpture fell was next to the former quiet and tranquil wetland lake.

When Xu Yuan arrived here, Zhou Chen and the three were already waiting beside him.

Seeing Xu Yuan coming, Zhou Chen, who was carrying a sword on his back, took the lead in greeting him and saluted with a fist:

"The Third Son."

Xu Yuan glanced at Zhou Chen.

Oh no, it's a glance around the three Grand Masters.

The three of them were more or less embarrassed, and Zhou Chen, who was the most confrontational with the remnant soul of the saint.

The bloody wounds are all over the body, but it looks like his mental head is not bad, and it should be fine.

Gathering his thoughts, Xu Yuan nodded and said loudly: "That sword is Xu Changge?" ”

Zhou Chen shook his head:

"Not the eldest son."

As they spoke, they walked towards the two ice sculptures that had been frozen in ice.

Xu Yuan frowned, a little surprised:

"Not Xu Changge? Who's that? ”

Hearing this, Zhou Chen grinned a strange smile on the corner of his mouth and said in a low voice:

"Third son, you should know who it is when you go to see that sword."

At the beginning, he watched these three sons force each other to die and let the eldest son let go of the master and apprentice of that country.

Now, it's not without its rewards.

“.”

Hearing this, Xu Yuan was stunned.

[Ice, is it okay]

A cold voice that had made him so angry that he had a cerebral hemorrhage suddenly flashed through his mind.

Ice.

That big ice lump is also ice, it can't really be her this time, right?

The footsteps subconsciously stopped, and Xu Yuan looked at Zhou Chen with strange eyes.

However, at this time, Zhou Chen did not look at him, but slowly raised his eyes to look at the sky on one side.

Seeing this, Xu Yuan was silent and looked back as well.

Then he saw a shadow slowly descend from the sky and more than ten meters beside him.

Dressed in black to cover up his delicate curves, he carried a bulging bag behind his back.

However, unlike the last first encounter, she didn't bring a veil this time, but directly bought a falling veil hat and put it on her head, and the quiet gaze was still faintly visible through the tulle.

Look at each other without saying a word.

Xu Yuan exhaled, stepped forward, saluted, and smiled sincerely:

"Mr. Ran, long time no see."

Ran Qingmo stared at Xu Yuan silently for two seconds, and just spit out three words:

"Ran Qingmo."

“.”

Xu Yuan raised his eyebrows, reacted, coughed lightly and repeated:

"Cough Ran Qingmo, long time no see."

Ran Qingmo slowly took off the hat, pursed his lips, and nodded:

"Well, Xu Yuan, long time no see."

After speaking, there was silence.

“.” Xu Yuan.

“.” Ran Qingmo.

"Ahem."

Xu Yuan coughed lightly and glanced sideways at the two ice sculptures: "This is what you did?" ”

Ran Qingmo walked to the ice sculpture and took off his sword, understatement:

"Hmm."

Xu Yuan was silent for a while, and said in a low voice:

"Ran Qingmo, thank you."

If it weren't for Ran Qingmo's sudden move, the protagonist of this plot would probably be directly teleported away, and it would be difficult to get into the sky if he wanted to kill him at that time.

“.”

Hearing this, Ran Qingmo didn't answer immediately, recalled slightly, and then looked at Xu Yuan's eyes:

"Xu Yuan, the word thank you is the most worthless thing in the world, you owe me a favor."

“.” Xu Yuan.

After a pause, Ran Qingmo shook his head again:

"No, I only owe you a favor now."

"Okay, I only owe a favor." Xu Yuan smiled dumbly.

Bringing the topic back to normal, Xu Yuan looked at the two ice sculptures:

"By the way, Ran Qingmo, are both of them dead?"

Ran Qingmo glanced over there with a pair of beautiful eyes, raised a slender jade finger, and pointed to the two ice sculptures:

"No, he's not dead, he's dead."

The first time, the old man of the remnant soul.

The second time, the protagonist of the plot, Qin Mo.

Xu Yuan's breath stagnated.

He's dead

Looking at the protagonist of the plot who was frozen in the ice sculpture as if he was still alive, Xu Yuan's eyes were full of surprise.

Qin Mo is dead?

？

Did the protagonist of the plot really die like this?

Seeing his look, Ran Qingmo pursed his red lips and asked in a low voice:

"Well, don't you want him dead?"

Xu Yuan came back to his senses and waved his hand:

"No, I just think it's a little too easy."

Ran Qingmo's eyes were very incomprehensible.

Xu Yuan was in a good mood, and he didn't mean to explain to this big ice mound, but instead guided the topic to Ran Qingmo's body:

"You came to me because of that?"

(End of chapter)