In the north of Jianmu District, the old house of the Han family.

Lu Youyou, the lord of the country of wish, nodded lightly and said, "I know." ”

Just now, Han Guming told her a very frank story.

The story has no reservations, almost an old man named Han Guming cramps and bones and cuts it to people.

There is no evasion or even privacy in the story, and as the head of the family and the governor of a city, all the unbearable thoughts are all integrated into the story.

selfless because of personal feelings, and because of personal feelings, they have gone off the road and are polluted by barrenness...... This is the life of an old man named Han Guming across the table.

Strictly speaking, Han Guming is actually not old, in terms of his cultivation qualifications, from the age of ninety to the late Yuan infant, it is the year of fighting. In the Immortal League, among the real people with similar qualifications and experiences, there are even those who are more than 100 years old and still look like teenagers. Even Huang Long, a veteran of Molin who was dozens of years older than him and had slightly inferior qualifications, actually looked a little younger than Han Guming.

Carrying heavy burdens, it is natural to age faster.

Lu Yoyo didn't like the story.

Because when she heard the first words of this story, she felt an indescribable erosion spread over her body.

The secret art of the wasteland, open and honest.

After a flaw appeared in his heart, so that he was taken advantage of by the desolation, Han Guming gradually mastered a forbidden technique. It's just that this unfathomable transformation secret technique in Mu Yuqing's hands is surprisingly clumsy when Han Guming uses it.

Lu Youyou could clearly feel that the spread of the desolation was so slow, reckless, and even undisguised that it could be broken at all.

And the core of this desolate secret art should be swift, dexterous, hidden in the shadows, unknown. When performing secret techniques, you should also try to use shocking bodies, or questions and answers to attract people's attention, and reduce the provision of effective information.

But Han Guming took care of himself, took out all the secrets in his heart and put them on the table.

Lu Youyou doesn't think it's the person in front of him, and he will be so clumsy that he doesn't understand the trick. Because he has always been known for his intelligence and meticulousness, whether it is the means of being a governor or the cultivation of the immortal path, he always thinks more and more deeply than others. Even the techniques that he learned at the beginning of his life were often of great use in his hands, so if Han Guming wanted to pollute anyone after he turned into a desolate desolation, he should do it better than any desolate demon, and he should never be so rusty.

Therefore, Han Guming's story has only one purpose.

A purpose that was decided before he was in the wilderness.

Lu Youyou looked at the person in front of him and said slowly.

"A few days ago, I told you about my trapping on Han Ying. Soon after, you realize that the original insurance is no longer available, so you devise a backup plan to inform me and wash away your memory at the same time. So, I'm the only one in the city who can kill you. But with the transformation of Han Wu, the incarnation of Ling, your reason is gradually blurred, although you can't remember what the backup measures are, but you can realize that I may have a killing move in my hands, so after determining my whereabouts, you rushed here to set up an ambush. ”

As he spoke, Lu Youyou raised his gaze and looked around.

"You may have been thinking, why here? What is here, and what is it that will make you the final word? You came before me, and maybe searched the room, and then ......"

Although the wooden house is simple, the interior decoration is extraordinarily warm. There are portraits drawn by Han Ying on the wall, from the initial sketches with rough lines to the lifelike and lifelike masterpieces in the back, which seem to witness Han Ying's growth and the deep affection between the father and daughter for many years.

There is a brocade robe hanging on the hanger, the handiwork is obviously a little rusty, but every stitch and thread is meticulous and patient, it is the clothes that Han Ying sewed by herself for her father's birthday.

On the long case leaning against the wall, there is a shark pearl, in which the group photo of Han Guming and his wife is forever treasured. Next to the pearl are a few pieces of jewelry left by his wife before her death, which are not expensive, but they are all handmade by Han Guming. There are also several delicate and spiritual spirit deer dolls in the corner of the case, but they are gifts from Han Guming before his daughter becomes an adult......

Everything was so warm that it was incompatible with the slaughter at both ends of the table.

However, there are times when the warmth of family affection is sharper and more ruthless than any blade.

"Han Guming, if you hadn't dissolved the wasteland, you should have immediately thought that the backup measures you left behind when you were a human were this inconspicuous wooden house, and all the personal feelings entrusted to the wooden house. The moment you come here, the moment you touch the scene, your defeat is already decided. Therefore, you who are human beings are still stronger than you who are famine. ”

As he spoke, Lu Youyou stood up, lightly broke Han Guming's equally understated barren pollution, and then walked to Han Guming's side and poked out two fingers of his right hand, stabbing at the old man's forehead like a dagger.

Han Guming just sat all the time, and a trace of struggle appeared on his face, but more than that, he was relieved.

After all, he didn't live like he hated the most. Turning into a desolation can change the stance of the vast majority of the Immortal Alliance and pollute their sanity in an instant...... But he finally lost in this cabin, defeated by his decades of accumulation.

His personal feelings made him desolate, but it was his personal feelings that allowed him to finally overcome the desolation.

Then the story should end there.

However, when Han Guming finally let go, Lu Youyou's fingers suddenly trembled.

The irritability in my heart came to its peak in an instant.

Is that the end of the story? Killing Han Guming, is it considered a victory?

Kill this loyal and upright person who has been loyal to Zhu Wang and the Immortal League all his life? In his most cherished family house, with the appearance of his most beloved daughter Han Ying!?

What a brute thing this is!? It shouldn't be this way! There should be a way!

If the Venerable Lord was here, she would never succumb to reality, she would definitely not kill Han Guming, even if there had never been more desolate demons in the history of the Immortal Alliance than her, but Lu Youyou was very sure that Lu Zhiyao would never do anything here!

She will definitely exhaust all possibilities to find the best of both worlds. Then, she will definitely find that incredible way to turn a tragedy that is about to end into a comedy.

Yes, if it was Lu Zhiyao, she would definitely do it.

However, she is not Lu Zhiyao, five hundred years after Lu Zhiyao went into hiding, she has been trying to catch up and imitate, but she is not Lu Zhiyao after all.

She can only play her role well, trembling on the jade throne to be the master of the guard.

Do everything that is conducive to wishing, and implement all national policies that are conducive to the determination of famine; Restrain one's selfish desires in order to fulfill the virtues of a king...... For 500 years, the deer has been consistent, and now, it should not be an exception.

Lu Youyou's hesitation fell into Han Guming's eyes, and the old man rose up his last strength and said in a deep voice: "Lord of the country, do it!" ”

At the same time, in Lu Youyou's mind, the figure that she had been chasing for five hundred years, which was already blurry and difficult to identify, suddenly became clear at this moment.

She chuckled and leaned over to reach out, stroking her head and pinching her face.

"Little deer, do it."

(End of chapter)