If by this time, Tianhai Zhanyi still can't guess the identity of that person, then what qualifications does he have to compete with Tianhai Shengxue for the position of the head of the family?

At the beginning in Wanliuyuan, he had even mentioned this possibility, and once said that if it was really that one, he would really like to meet it.

Who would have thought that he would actually meet that one tonight, so what would he do next?

It was only then that he realized that there was no point in pre-emptive assumptions, because people tend to have more courage than their real selves before the reality of the situation - he can't do anything now, not even the courage to look at the other person.

Now few people compare that with other young generation powerhouses, not because that person's realm strength has far surpassed that of his peers, but because that person has long gone beyond the category of the so-called young genius, he is no longer a mortal, but a true saint.

Looking at the figure on the broken bridge, Tianhai's clothed body was extremely stiff, and he hoped that he hadn't appeared tonight.

Zhu Ye was still coughing.

The head of the Zhu family seemed to be more seriously injured than people guessed, coughing very painfully, bowing his head, bending over, unable to straighten his body at all, as if his lungs were about to cough up. Then he raised his right hand with some difficulty and waved, and the masters of the peerless sect understood, stepped forward to hold him, and retreated into the night like this.

After seeing the face of the person on the bridge, Ning Shiwei's face became ugly, and at this time, watching Zhu Ye retreat, his face became even more gloomy.

Because he understood.

Zhu Ye had been coughing painfully, just to keep his head from rising. As long as he doesn't look up, he won't see the one on the bridge, or rather, he won't let the one on the bridge see him. In this way, he can pretend that he has not seen anything before, and now he has not seen anything, and does not recognize the identity of the other person.

Ning Shiwei's reaction was not as fast as Zhu Ye's, and there was no way to pretend, so what should he do?

At this time, Tianhai also woke up, looking at Zhu Ye and the others who retreated into the night at an unimaginable speed, hating and scolding the old fox in his heart.

The masters of the Peerless Sect helped Zhu Ye to retreat, and there were still many people around the Snow Lake.

There was no more sound of the crossbow winding, the sound of the blade unsheathed, the sound of metal grinding, the sound of solemn and heavy breathing, there was silence.

The soldiers of the crossbow battalion and the masters of the Tianhai family had already vaguely guessed something at this time, and they were extremely nervous.

It was as if the breath was about to stop, and the short time to count the breaths became very long in people's senses.

The murderous figure covered in armor finally bowed down to the center of the lake.

Looking at this scene, everyone had a feeling of the aftermath of the catastrophe.

If he insisted on not kneeling, no matter how much of the outcome of tonight would be, how many of the hundreds of people present afterwards would survive?

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"Ning Shiwei of the Songshan Military Mansion, meet His Majesty the Pope. ”

Ning Shiwei knelt on one knee in the slush on the shore.

Tianhai knelt not far away, his head down, and he couldn't see the emotions on his face clearly.

The grinding sound of metal broke the silence of the snow lake again, and it sounded intensively, not the sword unsheathed, but the deformation of the armor.

Hundreds of people knelt down in the snowy woods by the lake, and said in unison to the figure on the bridge in the lake: "Meet His Majesty the Pope!"

People's voices were very neat, some trembling slightly, I don't know whether they were nervous or excited, or timid.

The young man was visibly uncomfortable, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Get up." ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty. ”

The grinding of armor sounded again intensively.

The young man said, "Disperse." ”

Countless pairs of eyes fell on Ning Shiwei and Tianhai Dipping Clothes.

Tianhai was pale, pursed his thin lips tightly, and didn't say a word, looking a little gloomy, but finally had some stubborn taste of a young man.

Ning Shiwei said expressionlessly: "I respectfully obey Your Majesty's order." ”

The grinding of armor and the sound of footsteps hurried.

The slush was trampled on, as if many people were in a state of mind at this time.

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Let's disperse.

In a simple word, everyone dispersed.

The torches are gone, the stars are in full bloom, and the night is getting thicker and quieter.

In an instant, the snow lake returned to its previous appearance when no one disturbed it, only the young man and woman on the broken bridge, and the people in the pavilion who could not leave.

The young man is naturally Chen Changsheng, who has disappeared for two years, and the girl in black is the little black dragon, and now she has a name, called cinnabar.

The snow lake was quiet and silent, Chen Changsheng looked at the lotus leaves in the lake, thinking about things silently.

It is normal for someone to find clues to find their own traces through Cinnabar Dan.

Those people found out that the owner of Cinnabar Dan was themselves, so they retreated without a fight, which is also normal.

-- Probably only Xiao Zhang, a madman, would dare to make a move against the contemporary Pope under the gaze of so many people.

But when the two things happen together normally, it shows an abnormality.

It is clear that both those in the pavilion and those who have just left are characters who are being taken advantage of.

Tonight's affair doesn't seem to be over yet.

The snow lake was quiet, as if nothing had happened before, no rocks falling from the sky, no strong people surrounding the lake, no killing people in the fog, no blood-stained lake and the almost crossbow rain. But the wooden bridge is still broken after all, the lake is still red, and those people have been here after all, so it is not appropriate to stay here for a long time.

He glanced at Cinnabar.

Cinnabar glanced at him - it was the Xuanshuang Dragon, even if the little girl rolled her eyes, the effect was different, and it was expressed with a strange vertical pupil, which looked extraordinarily white and expressed her emotions very clearly—but according to his wishes, the ban on the Snow Pavilion was lifted.

The general led the people out of the pavilion and knelt down to pay respects, not daring to speak.

Anwar's mind was agitated, his movements were still meticulous, and he seemed extremely religious, and he couldn't help but get nervous when he thought about his rudeness to His Majesty the Pope before.

As for Mr. Sheep, who had broken his hand, his face was even more pale and terrified, thinking that he was only afraid that he would die.

"Get out of here as soon as possible, something will happen later, and I may not be able to protect you then. ”

Chen Changsheng didn't turn around, and quietly looked at somewhere in the snow ridge.

There is an endless night, as if there is also an endless danger hidden.

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Somewhere in the snow ridge, Tang Seventeen Ye was also looking at the same night.

The former Bishop of the Yinghua Hall and his personal subordinates from Wenshui looked at him with awe in their eyes at this time. At this time, everyone naturally already knew that Tang Seventeen Ye had already known the identity of the owner of Cinnabar Dan, and at this time, thinking about it, he was suppressed by Zhu Ye, Tianhai and others before, which was naturally an appearance.

is worthy of being the master of the Tang family, the means are really calm and spicy, if this is a knife borrowing game, then tonight he borrowed the fastest knife in the world. Even if Zhu Ye and the others saw the opportunity very quickly, even if Chen Changsheng's temperament was still as peaceful as it was back then, if this matter was known by the palace, how could the state religion give up?

But why couldn't Tang Seventeen Ye see any smug look on his face, but he was so dignified?

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(This chapter is too hard, mainly because there are three clues in the big plot that is about to unfold, and I have always been the worst at writing about this kind of thing, so I have a headache for a long time how to get into the topic, and finally decided to go straight to the point and kill it.) ）