Hanguang searched around the city, and finally expanded his current team to eighteen people. Luckily, these people found by Hanguang have been with Hanguang for many days, and they don't dare to have the slightest disrespect for Hanguang's words, at least on the surface. However, what is not very good is that the true qi cultivation of these people found by Hanguang is all at the peak of the second level, and none of them have reached the third level. Hanguang believes that in the current space, the second-level peak can definitely be regarded as a very low-level person.

It wasn't long before Hanguang finally found a man in tattered clothes and covered in blood in the last corner of the city. His situation was even more bleak than the lonely man Hanguang had met earlier. His strength has even been beaten to the point of being at the peak of the first level. Not even the second level anymore.

This kind of oil bottle, in this cold place, will definitely be discarded without scruples. But Hanguang didn't do that, and after a little contemplation, Hanguang decided to take him with him.

If he could eventually become the first forty-nine, there would be no point in killing him. And if he can't become the last of the remaining forty-nine people to cultivate to the highest level, then it won't be too late to "kill" him in this world at that time.

After searching the city, the cold light did not stay. Continue to search for the whereabouts of others in the back mountains.

However, Rao was already in the cold light, who had completely calmed down his mood, and when he saw the familiar scene, he couldn't help but pause there......

It's been a long time......

has never given up following her footsteps. Here, the familiar fragrance of flowers, the sound of water. And the whispers that still linger in my ears, how can the cold light be forgotten?

Hanguang weakly ordered Ye Hanchao, telling him to lead everyone to continue to search for the whereabouts of others, and he wanted to be quiet for a while.

At the beginning, Ye Hanchao was still a little hesitant, but after Fang Xuemeng repeatedly gave her a look, he still agreed.

Fang Xuemeng, who was careful in her heart, how could she not see the sadness and depression in the eyes of the cold light?

Listening to the sound of the wind gradually fading away, Hanguang couldn't help but walk to the familiar stone bench and stare deeply for a while...... Sit down slowly......

Here, there is no dust, and there are many couples who want to come here in reality and still come here to make a vow......

In the distance, there seemed to be the sound of an argument. But Hanguang didn't have an idea.

Hanguang couldn't help but think of that night, that afternoon......

Here, at different times in the same place, he and the two women respectively formed a lifelong feud here.

And now, a red face has died in Huangquan. The other one is also uncertain......

In the heart of the cold light, I couldn't help but feel a trace of sadness.

Suddenly, Hanguang felt a little coolness on his face.

And then, a little bit more......

It wasn't until the coolness became more and more dense that the cold light stretched out his hand and wiped his already somewhat hazy eyes.

It turns out that the coolness is not the cold teardrops. It's just that...... It's raining.

The sky was still blue, without a single cloud. The sun was still hanging high in the sky, but the rain was really falling.

The sound of the quarrel in the distance was getting louder and louder, and it seemed that the air there had been slightly distorted.