Someone once said that if a person suffers too much in this life, he will be reincarnated into a good family in the next life, and his life will be safe and smooth.

Twilight hasn't enjoyed a few days of happiness in this life, and in the next life, I hope she can live happily and healthily.

Qiuchi clasped his hands together and pouted in his heart.

Because Tang Wan was standing behind him, he could only see his back standing there, thinking that he was still sad.

She walked up to Qiu Chi and stretched out her hand as if she wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but the moment she got closer, she abruptly withdrew her hand, and finally put her hand on top of his head familiarly: "Hmm...... Xiaoqiuchi still has a teacher, and the teacher will treat her by your side and watch you grow up. ”

She's a stupid person and doesn't comfort people, but every time she faces Qiu Chi, she loses and tries to do something she has never done before, or learn to say something she has never said.

Like at this moment.

"Hmm. Qiu Chi replied softly, rubbing nostalgically in Tang Wan's palm, feeling the temperature coming from her palm.

"That's fine. Seeing this, Tang was relieved a little, but it was only for a moment, and she frowned again.

Yun Se also didn't come back for a long time, could it be that he also encountered an evil of the same level?

Jiang Yunse's cultivation is only higher than Qiu Chi's, but I'm afraid that he has encountered something more difficult.

"Qiuchi, you go back to the inn first and find a set of clothes to change into. Tang Wan clenched the hilt of his sword and commanded softly.

"What about you, Master, aren't you going back with your disciple?" Qiu Chi's eyelids jumped, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

I always feel that once the master goes, he will never come back.

Bah, how could he think like that? This idea was quickly stifled by Qiu Chi.

Shizun is the most unfathomable Tang Evening Immortal Master in the entire immortal cultivation world, how could something happen, he comforted himself like this, but he still couldn't hide the panic and worry in his heart.

"Your Senior Brother Jiang has never returned. It was the master who was not thoughtful, thinking that he could handle it, and Yun Se and I usually use code language to contact, but this time, somehow, no one responded. Tang Wan rubbed his somewhat sore forehead.

She always felt that things would not be so simple. Although the evil spirits of previous years also had more powerful and profound mana, they have never been like this year.

So where do these evil things come from?

If it's just a coincidence, don't worry too much, just strengthen the protection of this area. But if someone did it on purpose, then what is the plot behind this?

The hundred schools of Xianmen are harmonious on the surface, and they look happy, who knows that the dark tide is surging under the calm waves.

If her conjecture is true, how many people and how many things will be involved?

Just guessing made Tang Wan's avatar buzz as if it was about to crack.

Qiu Chi saw Tang Wan constantly kneading her eyebrows, and couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

"Master, then you should be careful. One of his hands clenched Tang Wan's robe over him.

The wound on his palm that was made by his nails had not yet healed, but Tang was in a white robe at night, so the red of this star looked particularly obvious.

"When did you get hurt?" Tang Wan grabbed his hand, exposing the wound in front of her.

Just now, she only cared about examining the wounds on his body, but she didn't notice his hands, but now she looked closely, only to find that his palms had been stained red with blood. Some of the surrounding area had dried up and were black, but there was blood flowing out of it, covering the scab again, and it looked like a mess.

Tang Wan remembered that these hands were originally distinct, although he had been practicing swords for a long time, but I don't know if he maintained it well or used some kind of panacea, but there were no calluses, so it made people look comfortable. Now his hands were stained with blood, and his skin was already white, and the wounds were even more hideous.

Most importantly, it is not difficult to see that these wounds were caused by the owner of the hands himself holding so tightly that his nails sank into the flesh.

If it was just like this, it wouldn't be as messy as it is now, he must have kept repeating this action, and every time he used fifty percent of his strength, he was able to hold on to it without saying a word, and he didn't just bleed or clean up the wounds, what a feud this is with his hands.

"If you don't want your hands, I'll help you cut them off!" Tang Wan almost crushed a mouthful of silver teeth, and his body trembled constantly. I don't know if it's because I'm angry or because of ...... Distressed.