She has always been afraid of Ren Xuanyuan, even if this person is kind to her in every way, she still doesn't dare to take it lightly.

Sometimes, she will also hate him because of the reality of powerlessness, but at this moment, she feels that this is also a poor person, waiting for a hundred years for the person she loves, even if she knows the truth, she still allows herself to immerse herself in fantasy.

That Rong'er, if she knew that there was such a person waiting hard, would she be dumbfounded?

The sound of the chain drew everyone's attention, it was a barefoot middle-aged man, with gray hair, wearing a coarse cloth shirt that didn't fit well, as if he had been picked off from someone and put it on himself, in addition, his skin was white and almost transparent, and he had lost his blood color after not seeing sunlight for many years.

The chains on his hands and feet made a rattling sound as he walked, and he walked straight to the bottom of the dry Moon Lake without squinting, and stood still in front of Ren Xuanyuan.

Everyone watched silently, and no one made a sound, this person who is not good-looking, but defeating Ren Xuanyuan's existence, does this mean that this person is more terrifying than Ren Xuanyuan?

"You...... has been rampant and domineering for nearly a hundred years...... It's time to go too......"

A hoarse voice came from the man's mouth, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, and this sentence was extremely difficult to say.

Ren Xuanyuan, who was motionless, suddenly moved his fingers, everyone's complexion changed, and they subconsciously stepped back, and then saw Ren Xuanyuan struggling, as if he was about to stand up.

The barefoot man slowly raised his hand, Yun Yao only felt that his waist was loosened, and the soft sword was suddenly sucked by the man, and then only heard a "poof", and the soft sword pierced Ren Xuanyuan's neck, but in a flash, the head flew up.

The head swirled in mid-air with an exclamation, and finally landed in front of Yun Yao impartially.

The senior brothers subconsciously stood in front of Yun Yao, but Yun Yao shook his head, walked up to the human head, and squatted down.

The pair of silver-white eyes, Wu Zi was open, looking straight at Yun Yao, as if he could look into the distance through her, for a long time, a tear slipped down, and his eyes were closed.

A generation of heroes, just like this, the soul returns to Huangquan.

At the end of his life, he can only sigh, what is irretrievable cannot be recovered, and what is gone has long been gone.

The breeze ruffled the broken hair on Yun Yao's forehead, her eyelashes raised slightly, and the soft sword appeared in her field of vision.

She paused slightly, and raised her eyes.

There was a night of fire, I don't know the night and the day, but at that moment, the dawn broke, and there was a bright sun shining through the clouds.

Yun Yao looked at the person in front of her for a moment.

The white hair is flying, and the description is haggard, but those eyes have the depth of the years, and the straight nose bridge is especially handsome when he was young, but the years have passed, and he has no longer been in the past.

She felt a trace of closeness and familiarity, which probably came from the long-standing connection and fetters of the bloodline.

A hundred years of turmoil, this bond has been passed down in another way, although it has endured bloody storms, but it has not decayed after all.

"It's like ......"

He looked at Yun Yao, spoke hoarsely, and his stiff face pulled out a trace of gentle love, as if he remembered many, many pasts, whether happy or sad, but they all existed.

Yun Yao's heart was surging, but she didn't know what to say.

He handed Yueguan Tongxin over, Yun Yao paused, took it respectfully, and just wanted to say something, but saw that he had already turned around......