"Little Night Snow!" Nangong caught up with him. He glanced at Luomei and Luolan, and said, "Luomei, Luolan, you go down first, I have something to talk about with your young lady!" ”

Yexue nodded, and Luomei and Luolan quickly stepped back fifty meters and stood still.

"What's the matter?" Yexue held Ahri on her shoulder in her arms, and she said expressionlessly.

"Xiao Yexue, since your dantian has been healed, and you have an adventure in Jinling, worship a good master, it is better to forget the past and look forward positively......"

Ye Xue interrupted him with a sneer while touching Ahri's back, "It turns out that the third uncle chased after me to persuade me to dispel the idea of revenge." ”

Looking up, Ye Xue smiled and asked, "Third Uncle, without the past, there is no present, and there is no future." If I don't take revenge for the past, my Nangong Yexue will stop at a first-class master for the rest of my life......"

"Nightshade Snow ......"

"Third uncle, you said that if the two of us fight, are you powerful or am I powerful?"

“…… I'm older than you, and I've been among the top players for more than ten years...... But your kung fu is weird and subtle, and you may be able to win me......" Even though he didn't know what Yexue was doing when he asked this, Nangong Xiaoyao still answered honestly.

"Hehe, third uncle, you are quite self-aware." Ye Xue sneered, her face changed, the air around her instantly warmed up, and her right hand on Ahri's back held an orchid.

'Boom' The subtle sound of breaking the air, and by the time Nangong Xiaoyao noticed it, ten long needles that were cold and black and shiny had already locked his ten death points.

"Xiao Yexue, what are you doing here?" Nangong said stiffly.

"Third uncle, you have excellent qualifications and work hard, but after so many years, why are you still just an ordinary first-class master?"

"Why?" The dark eyes of the night snow, like magic, let Nangong Xiaoyao follow her and ask questions.

"Because—there's a hole in your heart!" Ye Xue approached Nangong Xiaoyao and whispered in his ear: "Because, now you are still living in the past!" ”

The words of the night snow were cold, like a bolt of lightning that slashed into Nangong Xiaoyao's mind.

"Third uncle, how many years have you had...... No matter how hard you practice martial arts, your martial arts have not advanced an inch...... It's been five years since Jinling Nangong Mansion, or even more so ......"

Looking at Nangong Xiaoyao's transparent face, Yexue withdrew the black bee needle, and she turned around and left in a dashing manner.

Why did Ye Xue guard against Nangong Xiaoyao five years ago, and now he treats him as half of his own, the reason is because in Jinling Nangong Mansion, Ye Xue saw that Nangong Xiaoyao, who never stopped practicing every day, had no close skills......

"Why? Why do you know me...... I ......" Nangong Xiaoyao grabbed Yexue, "Why ......"

At this moment, Nangong Xiaoyao bit his lip tightly, and his eyes, which had always been clear, were covered with a thin layer of mist.

Ye Xue turned around, and the second she saw Nangong Xiaoyao's tears in her eyes, she lost her mind for a moment - such Nangong Xiaoyao was something she had never seen before.

A man in his thirties actually cried......

"Why...... Why do you know ......"

"Third uncle, when did your kung fu start and you can't take a step forward?" At the beginning of the night snow, why didn't Feng Wuling marry such a man, such a man who loved her to the extreme......