Bai Qian walked to the door of the sect, looked back at the people who were nobody, and proudly took out a small mirror to observe the location of the green dot.

But who knows, you can't see it from the left, and you can't see it.

The mirror was empty, only the white swaying platform at the entrance of the deserted sect.

The two towering sculptures on the platform looked dignified, but Bai Qian always felt that the two were laughing at him.

What about the green dots? What about the Assassins? What about people? Aren't you trying to assassinate me? Lose someone?

Bai Qian looked around again, and found that there was no trace of the assassin at all.

A trace of myocardial infarction rose from Bai Qian's heart.

I planned for more than a week, just to lure away the secret guards, provoke the assassins, and win the lottery.

But at this time, I don't know which link went wrong, and I seem to be empty.

"Why is this happening?"

Bai Qian looked up to the sky, and shouted with anger and indignation.

In this empty sect gate, no one can give a blank answer.

The two statues stood motionless in place, as if looking at the defeated Bai Qian with pity.

Just when Bai Qian's questions were fruitless and there was no way to ask the ground, a loud noise suddenly appeared in the direction of his home in the distance.

“bong！”

A small mushroom cloud appeared above his room, carrying billowing smoke and dust, carrying the power of destroying the world and spreading in all directions.

A deafening sound came from the mushroom cloud, as if something had been shattered.

In the middle of the mushroom cloud, his small thatched house had been blown into ruins, and everything else had disappeared into the mushroom cloud. Bai Qian, who was far away at the gate of the sect, was terrified.

Bai Qian looked at his blackened thatched house that had been blown up by the explosion and touched his head.

own home...... How did it blow up?

It seems that if you stay at home, you will die more completely.

It turns out that this is the way it happened.

It was the assassin who returned to Bai Gan's thatched hut, and the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became of Bai Gan's escape, so he went directly into the underground tunnel, put in a large amount of explosives, and blew up Bai Gan with his bed and home after leaving the distance.

Standing at the gate of the sect, Bai Qian, who had thought clearly about the cause and effect, couldn't help but sigh.

This is really an artistic assassination!

Anyway, he couldn't die, Bai Qian was about to go back, and suddenly turned around and saw the sect behind him.

Today is the sect's open day, the gate is open, the green mountains are exposed, and everyone can enter and exit the sect at will.

Qingyun Sect is built on the mountain, the aura on the mountain is dense, the mist is steaming, and the silky aura rises from the foot of the mountain, permeating the entire Qingyun Mountain, making the aura on the mountain more rich and abundant, and it also fills a little bit of mystery.

The gate faces down the mountain, and a path zigzags and climbs in the belly of the mountain, leading to the clouds and the mist.

Facing the mountain gate, behind him is a stand-in that has been blown up, and the great elder who has no use value, it is almost a foregone conclusion.

In front of us is the unknown world, the vast mountains, the wilderness of no one, the unknown represents danger, and danger represents death.

"Then what kind of thatched hut should I go back to? Go back and wait for that cowardly elder to find a way to beat me up? Wouldn't it be better to go straight down the mountain to find a new opportunity?

Walking through the gate made of bluestone, Bai Qian walked down the mountain with nervous and excited steps.

The clouds and mist gradually rose all around, as if it was a misty gauze cloth, shrouding the whole mountain in it, and there was no end in sight, no edge in sight.

Bai Qian was apprehensive, and gradually, he discovered a serious problem, he didn't bring too much dry food when he went out.

Bursts of hunger came from the stomach, like countless rats gnawing at their stomachs. The pain of the stomach without food made Bai Qian feel uncomfortable.

The road in front of Bai Qian also began to turn around the mountain, and he saw a cliff coming out from the side of the mountain road in front of Bai Gan.

It was dark under the cliff, and I couldn't see anything clearly, but I could hear the wind howling.

The wind under the cliff is getting louder and more urgent, as if it can blow through a person's eardrum.

Bai Qian looked at the situation in front of him, and his heart became a little nervous. If you're hungry, you won't fall off a cliff and die, right?

Wait, fall to death? It seems like a good idea. As long as you die, you won't be hungry.

And although the Emperor Inheritance does not allow himself to commit suicide and die, but there is no provision on how to enter the state of blood locking, and now that he jumps off this mountain road, can't he activate the lottery again?

Bai Qian thought so, only to feel that the black under the cliff on the side of the mountain road had become less terrifying, and even a little amiable.

But dying is one thing, and dying is another.

If nothing else, it takes a lot of courage to jump off this towering cliff.

Bai Qian stood on the stone road, feeling the dry mountain wind blowing through his ears, and the wind wailing in the valley, as if he was expounding a story from ancient times.

Bai Qian listened and felt it, and slowly closed his eyes.

As if in the warm mattress, Bai Qian overcame the fear in his heart and slowly fell down towards the area in front of him.

The wind in his ears began to retreat sharply behind him, and there seemed to be branches and leaves cutting his face around him, rattling. The attraction of the ground carried Bai Gan's weightlessness and fall, and Bai Qian had the feeling of bungee jumping for the first time.

A huge force came from his chest, and the sharp pain was like a tide carrying his whole body, his bones cracked, and his flesh and blood blurred. The moment Bai Qian hit the ground, he lost consciousness after the great pain.

Bai Qian had another dream.

I dreamed that I was back in a very strange place.

It's like the outskirts of a city, suddenly wrapped in something. And this package is still very large, as if it is still a city.

Bai Qian looked at this city and found that this city was so familiar and unforgettable.

What is this place?

The walls here are full of paintings, these paintings are men and women, old and young, and some of the paintings are very strange pictures, some of them are even women's paintings, these paintings are very shocking to him.

Those women actually painted all Su Qinglan.

There is Su Qinglan who is sitting, Su Qinglan who is lying down, Su Qinglan who is smiling and laughing with shallow eyebrows, and Su Qinglan who is sitting with a frosty face......

Gradually, Su Qinglan seemed to move, beckoning to Bai Gan by Bai Gan's side.

Su Qinglan seems to be saying:

"Hey, wake up, wake up......"

[Ding, because you are committing suicide to lock blood, we do not provide lottery services. If in doubt, all interpretation rights belong to Xixi. 】

As the familiar sound of the system sounded, Bai Qian was awakened by a woman waving her hand in front of her eyes.

This woman's appearance is a little ordinary, not as stunning and moving as Qi Qiao and Su Qinglan, and her mediocre facial features are also well-proportioned, giving people a sense of kindness and simplicity.