Seeing this person standing in front of him, not only Luo Qingquan, but even all the disciples of the Hate Mountain Sect didn't know what his name was. I want to reprimand this traitor to my face, and stand on the moral high ground to rebuke him righteously. However, when that person seemed to be still in the Hate Mountain Sect as a small handyman, his attitude was extremely gentle, and he didn't think about anything else when he was beaten and scolded, and everyone didn't know what to say.

Du Tianci frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

"Back to Mr. Du, I am a member of the Blue Feather Clan in Xishan, Blue River. The attitude of the person named Lan He towards Du Tianci was still extremely respectful, as if he was still hating the inner hall of the Mountain Sect at this time, Du Tianci was asking him for a mirage, and Lan He was responding and preparing to turn around to take the mirage.

This kind of meekness seems to have melted into the bones of Lan He, and between the gestures, there is no trace of anger and forbearance for so many years, and finally the joy of hating the Mountain Sect is gone.

Not as everyone imagined after seeing Lan He's figure clearly, Lan He would be arrogant, and after years of forbearance and revenge, he finally got revenge and pointed at Luo Qingquan's nose and scolded loudly. is still so docile, it seems that this kindness and meekness have been integrated into the bones of Blue River. Even when he was arrogantly slapped in the face after stepping on his unforgettable enemy Luo Qingquan, Lan He was not used to it, but he was still like a kind old farmer who had been working in the fields all year round, looking at these individuals in the Hate Mountain Sect with cloudy eyes, and said softly.

Blue River looked up at the sky and squinted as if the sun was too harsh. It is like the blue heartbreaking sky that makes Blue River unable to look directly.

Blue Feather Clan, what an unfamiliar name. How many years have it been since it disappeared into the long river of history? Is it thirty-five or forty years? How many dreams did the young Yingjie's Blue River have, but now only the word revenge remains. The Hate Mountain Sect has fallen into a desperate situation. My dream for many years has finally come true. It's really blue now. It's like when I was in high spirits, when I was galloping in the western mountains.

But that's all in the past.

Lan He slowly straightened up, the spine around his waist creaked, and after bending his waist for so many years, he could finally straighten up. When the old Abba was covered in blood, he looked at himself in the last glance in his eyes. With so much incomprehension and bewilderment, but without the contempt of others. Old Abba knew that he must have to do something, but at that time he didn't know what he wanted. After bending long enough, I can finally straighten up.

Standing up straight, Lan He's cloudy eyes looked straight at Luo Qingquan, and he didn't speak, but unbuttoned the clothes of the miscellaneous servants of the Mountain Hate Sect on his body one by one.

Such a coarse cloth dress, in the remnants of the West Mountain. Even the patriarch can't wear it. How many years ago, there was a miscellaneous servant who died, but it was just an ordinary person in the Soul Lan Continent, and he had reached the age of life. Die quietly. An outer disciple of the Hate Mountain Sect kicked himself on the corpse and said that he would wear his clothes in the future.

And then the feeling of unbuttoning the clothes of the dead man's corpse by himself, is it the same as now? Isn't it? Lan He suddenly found that he was indeed old. Ever since I went to the Hate Mountain Sect, every day. Every detail is in your own head, whenever you need it. can be called. But now what is starting to blur?

I'm really old.

On the day when the Blue Feather Clan was wiped out so many years ago, even a child of a few years old would not succumb to the butcher's knife of the Hate Mountain Sect. What is not as good as the wheels are not cut, women and children are not beheaded, those bullshit words are as if they do not exist in the eyes of the people of the Blue Feather Clan, no one kneels down and begs for mercy, and no one is sold to other places in the Soul Lan Continent at the least. The thick blood then passed through the small area, and it still seemed to be still in the mind of Blue River, and it couldn't be dissolved. At this time, it began to blur.

The bright red memories were mixed together, and became blood-red, like a pool of blood, and the blood inside had solidified into a clump, turning from liquid to solid, and carved by time, and blurred.

One button, one button was unbuttoned, it was the beginning of winter, and the cold wind was blowing on Lan He's body like a knife.

It should be this feeling, the feeling of this small knife scraping on the body is really comfortable, and finally I feel that I am finally no longer numb, and I finally feel like a living person. It's a good feeling.

The clothes of the miscellaneous servants of the Hate Mountain Sect were taken off, and Lan He stood in front of everyone naked like this, without any embarrassment. People, originally came with stripes, and when they walked, they walked striped, so what?

A disciple of the Blood Evil Sect handed over a bloody coat, and Lan He did not reach out to take it, but smiled innocently, with a little shame in his smile. It was as if I had never worn such a good outfit, so I didn't dare to wear it.

The disciple of the Blood Evil Sect glared at Lan He, and said that he handed over the clothes with his own hands, this traitor should not say that he was grateful, he should also catch it quickly, and thanked him repeatedly. But he smiled, what is that?!

Mu Lianchun stopped the disciples of the Blood Evil Sect with his eyes, Mu Lianchun was also a little curious, this Blood Evil Ancestor had buried a nail for many years, how did he get on the line with the Blood Evil Sect back then?

After enduring it for so many years, how can he scold Luo Qingquan a few words, he is the one who scolds him. The morale of the Hating Mountain Sect was suppressed a few more times, and after a while, the sons and daughters under his command would be able to suffer less battle damage. The Blood Evil Sect never took human life seriously, but Mu Lianchun was an exception.

Besides, he could see that his old opponent Du Tianci's face had changed, which was more refreshing than anything else, and Mu Lianchun didn't mind letting Lan He do something more. But what exactly did he want to do? Mu Lianchun found that he couldn't understand the old man of the bereaved clan, and he didn't know what he wanted to do.

Lan He, who was all red, smiled, with a smile on his face, and waved his hand at Bu Li.

Bu Li was fascinated, and the mixed thoughts in his heart turned a thousand times, and suddenly Lan He beckoned to him, and he strode out without thinking about it.

"Step away!" Du Tianci shouted in a deep voice.

Without looking back, Bu Li strode to the open space between the Hate Mountain Sect and the Blood Evil Sect, and stood ten steps away from the Blue River, and asked, "Do you need anything?"

Da Hei hesitated twice behind Buli, but still walked up with Buli.

"Give me a suit of animal skins to wear. Lan He straightened up and looked at Bu Li with a smile, as if he was looking at the children in his own tribe.

"Hmm. Lan He's thoughts, Bu Li Zhilu Dao, in the first moment of Lan He's appearance, Bu Li saw the traces of the Xishan relics on Lan He's body. The knuckles are rough and wide, and after all these years, they still have calluses. A body of muscles and bones, with the scars of how many years he fell from hunting in the West Mountain. When Lan He took off the clothes of the Hate Mountain Sect, he could see it clearly when he left, and his heart was also clear.

took off the animal skin on his upper body, and threw it at Blue River. Bu Li's figure is tall, even if it is a shirt, it is enough to cover Lan He's whole body.

also carried the clothes that were away from the body temperature, and was slowly put on by Lan He. It's a little generous, and it's a little funny to look at.

"You're good, if you can survive this time, please keep going. Lan He looked at Bu Li gently, and said in the tone of the Xishan Relics. Buli nodded, didn't speak, bare his body, and turned back. That place was too close to the Blood Evil Sect just now, and Bu Li was a little weak-hearted.

Just as he was about to turn around, he heard Lan He say: "I've been waiting for decades, and everything I should have done has been done." In today's game, I don't know if you can break it. But it doesn't matter, even if you break it, I'll wait for you. Wait for you to go down and bite off the flesh off your body one by one. Luo Qingquan, you killed our Blue Feather Clan back then, and today I used the Blood Evil Sect to destroy your Hate Mountain Sect, and we are even. I'll go first, and when I get to the bottom, if you want to fight, our men from the Blue Feather Clan are waiting for you. ”

After speaking tremblingly, Lan He bent down and took out a stone knife that was sharpened a little shiny from the clothes of the miscellaneous servants of the Hate Mountain Sect. Walking away from his body for a while, he looked sideways, only to see Lan He holding a stone knife, looking up to the sky and smiling, without saying anything else, the laughter was hearty, and the laughter carried the unyielding strength of the Xishan relics.

"Luo Qingquan, I'll wait for you to come down. This time it's not my own hands, wait for you to come down, I'll do it myself!" Lan He's last sentence was extremely ruthless, and the blood and qi of the surrounding Blood Evil Sect were a little loose. An ordinary person roared out such a sentence, how ridiculous it sounded. But no one could laugh out loud, even if Bu Li was standing very close to the Blood Evil Sect, no one noticed, and everyone's eyes fell on this old relic.

The stone knife in his hand swiped between his neck, and a stream of blood spurted out.

No matter how sharp a stone knife is, it is not as good as an iron prop. Bu Li knew a lot about this, and when he was in Xishan, he had a gray dagger, which brought him many benefits. Can you cut a broken bone by committing suicide with a stone knife?

Blue River is so resolute that even if the stone knife has been sharpened for decades, it is still rough. The extremely blunt stone knife cut through the skin, muscles, meridians, and blood vessels under the action of a huge force, and touched the bones of the blue river that had been low for decades. The bones were very hard, the stone knife fell on it, and Bu Li could faintly hear a sound that made people's teeth ache for a while.

He must have been in pain, and a thought flashed through Bu Li's mind.

Lan He looked at Luo Qingquan opposite, his eyes did not blink, and his cloudy eyes became sharp like a knife. The stone knife resolutely cut through the bones, and an old head fell to the ground, and the body did not fall, and the blood sprayed turned into a rain of blood and fell on the body, soaking the animal skin that had stepped away. (To be continued......)