Ren Yanran insisted: "If you want to take revenge, you should do what you can, and if you go to death in vain, you will only be ashamed of the benefactors who saved you from danger back then." ”

Her pertinent words do not seem to be false in the slightest. Does the daughter of the enemy figure out what role she should play? Why did she always surprise all his imagination?

"Don't worry, before the execution of the Ren clan, no one will be able to kill me, and I have other plans to deal with Yan Xi." Unable to resist the rush that was rolling up, he turned around and explained what he had done, just because he didn't want her to --- worried.

"So this day and night are you going to ---" he went to find a helper?

"You're asking too much." He turned his head sideways, and a hint of strangeness flashed in his deep eyes--- it was regret.

Of course, Ren Yanran didn't miss this look, and Linglong's mind was even more full of a bold assumption. "In addition to you, there are orphans in the Zhan family who have survived, right?"

He couldn't help but be amazed at her intelligence.

"Who is it?"

"It doesn't hurt to tell you. My little sister --- Zhan Chu Qing. His tone was colder.

"Your own sister?" Hearing this, she looked at him in disbelief. "You asked your sister to kill the Dajin Emperor?"

"Why not? Her surname is Zhan, and she has the obligation to avenge the death of her clansmen. ”

"But she is a girl's family--- she is a weak woman, you told her to go deep into the dangerous place and assassinate the Golden Emperor, obviously to send her to death." Ren Yanran accused him of acting excessively.

"So what? Even if it is to send him to death, he should not hesitate. He took it for granted.

Oh, my God! How could he be so calm, it was his own sister, and maybe the only blood relative in the world who was tied to him.

"Go stop her." Ren Yanran's blood was boiling.

"That's what she's supposed to do."

"You're so cruel."

"You dare to teach me a lesson?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I feel sorry for you." Her heart ached for his coldness. "Brother Zhan, you shouldn't be a cold-blooded maniac, but an iron-blooded man with affection and righteousness, why let hatred blind your conscience? Be sober and stop Miss Zhan's actions, or you will regret it for the rest of your life. ”

"Did you say enough?" Her world is happy and carefree because of her father's protection, but what about him? Faced with endless pain and endless torture, his life was piled up in pain, and even numbness has taken over everything, these cruel encounters, lifelong unforgettable pain, who is the best? Now, she is talking about conscience --- conscience in turn! He clenched his fists.

"You belong to the rising sun, you shouldn't sink into the haze, wake up, okay?" She couldn't let the sin of killing her sister forever trapped in his heart.

"Enough!" He drank heavily.

"No, I want you to stop her, go." Ren Yanran insisted.

"You ---" he raised his angry palm, about to strike. Suddenly, there was a respectful knock at the door.

"Who?" He glared at Ren Yanran viciously, this time she was lucky.

"Lord, the master of the gate has an order for you to turn back to the Ice Flame Gate immediately."

Is it a frequently asked mustache? It was he who gave the order.

"Didn't the master of the door promise me to let me do my own thing?"

"Please forgive me if it happened suddenly. However, the master of the door has already agreed, and he can send an order to the world, and he wants to go to the Yu Lane Annex to see you in nine days. ”

No more carelessness.

"Forget it, just change the burial place." He looked at Ren Yanran and laughed wildly: "You just hurt me to go and see the burial place of the Ren clan first, how beautiful the scenery is." ”

It's just that behind the wild laughter, Zhan Qingyuan's figure is so lonely and desolate!

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The forest in front of you is towering to the sky, and the top stands proudly entrenched in the whole mountain, and the only place on the platform, except for an octagonal pavilion standing in the middle, is a bottomless steep and deep cliff in the past.

In such a place where there is no way out, where is the annex of the Ice Flame Gate?

"Where?" Ren Yanran looked left and right, how could she not find any traces of the annex, could it be that this octagonal pavilion is the so-called Yu Lane Annex? If so, it will really fool people. Because in this pavilion, except for a few stone benches, there are no other furnishings, how can this place close to the space be called an annex? It's amazing.

Or is it that the finances of the Ice Flame Gate have reached a desperate situation? Ren Yanran guessed to herself, but as the leader of the first position of the killer faction, this embarrassment should not happen, besides, Liu Ying Villa, which is the same name as it, and the Moon Chasing Tower led by the Black Taste Jun are simply a mysterious organization on the rich side, and the Ice Flame Gate should not be an exception, but --- the appearance in front of you?

"Come here." Zhan Qingyuan seemed to feel her puzzlement, and said lightly: "Don't explore anymore, you can't guess the truth in your life." ”

She entered the pavilion, touched it here, played with it there, and said: "Or this octagonal pavilion is just a trick to cover the eyes, and there is another mystery." "Curiosity makes her not give up the question, since she was a child, she likes to dabble in strange powers, familiar with all kinds of mysterious books, this octagonal pavilion should not be meaningless here, it must have its special function." Can you tell me what this pavilion does? ”

The waves of prayer overflowed, and his eyes shook his coldness and hardness, and he felt a wave of annoyance and anxiety for no reason.

"When your father comes to die, I will tell you the secret." His long figure suddenly floated forward, towards her sleeping hole, and Ren Yanran immediately fell into his arms.

Nephrite jade is warm and fragrant, placed in the arms, and the end is soft, as if there is no weight. Looking down, a vulgar figure jumped into the pupils. Even when she sleeps, she is incredibly beautiful. He hesitated for a moment--- should he take her into the Ice Flame Gate? A place where dragons and snakes mingle---

Widowed, poisonous, ruthless, and absolute, it is the only indicator of the Ice Flame Gate training killers, and the elements it absorbs also like to choose the teenagers and young children who have suffered a lot, just because this is easier to control, but in this environment of the jungle, the losers who can't stand it either commit suicide or are still punished, so in the case of each seeking to save their lives, they have created the Ice Flame Gate people who are all vicious and ruthless, ruthless and unjust, and only survive for orders and money.

This time, as a subordinate of the Ice Flame Sect, he was able to temporarily leave the organization and carry out his personal revenge plan, but just before the ultimatum to the enemy Ren Jiutian came, he was recalled for no reason, and under the order, he must take the 'hostage' in his arms into the Ice Flame Gate, but in the organization, he may not be able to control everything, if she leaves his wing---

Weird! Why should he be worried? Why bother to rise and fall in contradiction for a damn girl? Even if she was bullied in the Ice Flame Gate, she could only say that she deserved it, and he should laugh even more, what are you worried about?

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he activated the hidden stake of the Qimen Dunjia Technique, and a cypress tree five zhang away from the side of the Octagonal Pavilion immediately moved its position, revealing an open stone door. He hugged Ren Yanran and walked into this cave. The rivers and lakes are humane, the Ice Flame Gate is extremely mysterious, and no one can find out the location of its headquarters so far, in fact, under the Yu Lane Pavilion, it is where the mystery is located.

As soon as Wuxin entered the cave, the stone door was immediately closed, the cypress returned to its original point, and the surrounding vegetation returned to normal. Walking along the downhill stone path, walking in the winding corridor, although the torch hanging high on the stone wall is vigorous, it still can't drive away the cold of the people.