For a long time, He Guang Tongchen didn't wait for Huaxin's response, and he probably had the answer in his heart.

Could it be that there is no such person as Chi Ming at all, but an identity that Wu Buzhou fabricated himself in order to get close to Huaxin, and used evil magic to confuse her memory?

After all, it is not impossible to make a move on Kyushu Zhenyuan and force some other memories to be added to the heart.

Although he had such doubts in his heart, he was afraid of provoking the painting's heart, so he didn't dare to question it hastily in front of her until he could confirm it, so he could only secretly guard against it.

Quietly, he gently lifted the painting heart from the cold ground, took off his snow-colored monk's robe and draped it on her, and tugged the placket for her, making sure that it was not in the wind before saying, "Deeper at night, let's go back first." ”

Huaxin picked up Jiufeng Chaoming, plucked the strings, it was like dead, there was no movement, thinking with her toes, she also knew that the old guy in Chiming must be angry, and it was estimated that it would take several days to ignore her.

Before leaving, she couldn't help but look back at the Shen Yuan Sword, and in the faint candlelight, she seemed to see the man holding the sword shining in the bright light above the Nine Heavens.

Now, they're no longer the same.

"Let's go. ”

Huaxin sighed, and took the first step to walk outside the Tianji Cave, walking with the wind, and there were some people who fled in a hurry.

There are no stars or moons in the dark sky, and the light and dust walk with the heart of the painting in the wilderness that is swayed by the mountain wind, and the placket of the clothes brushes over the dew-stained grass, leaving shallow marks.

Suddenly, both of them heard the movement behind them, and when they turned around, they saw that the Shen Yuan Sword had already flown ten feet behind them.

Seeing that they stopped, the Shen Yuan Sword also stopped, and saw that it was the same dust as the light, and the whole body was glowing with golden light, and it was still buzzing.

Huaxin frowned, looked at the sword and looked at the light with the dust, "Chenchen, it seems to like you." ”

He Guang Tongchen's eyes only swept lightly over the Shen Yuan Sword, and his tone was even lighter, "But the poor monk doesn't like it." ”

Before the words fell, the person had already turned around and continued to walk forward without looking back, but looking at the resolute back, it seemed that there was still a slight anger.

Huaxin saw that Shen Yuanjian was still humming aggrievedly, as if crying sadly, and through the sword light, she seemed to be able to see the little face of Sword Spirit Yunshu who was aggrieved.

She didn't know how to comfort it, so she had to turn around and chase after Heguang Tongchen, "Hey, monk, what are you angry with a sword." ”

"It hurts you!" As soon as he saw it, he couldn't help but think of the shock when it plunged into her heart ten thousand years ago, and how could he not be angry when he thought of the panic and despair of watching his beloved fall in front of him but unable to do anything.

His little emotion naturally couldn't be hidden from the painting heart, and the painting heart was surprised by his excessive excitement, as if it was ...... Back then, the sword looked like he had stabbed it.

Feeling that the painting heart came to pull his cuff hand, he and Guang Tongchen consciously lost his words, inappropriate, and added a sentence in a high-sounding manner, "It has created too many sins, as soon as the abyss comes out, the blood flows and drifts, ten thousand years ago the moon god fought a battle, the world was slaughtered, and its sins are unforgivable." ”

From the words of Heguang Tongchen, Shen Yuan heard his reproach, although it was very aggrieved, it still walked around them in a panic, whether it was wrong or not, admit it first.

Because it was sealed, it could not speak, so it had to touch the tip of its sword to the ground, and the hilt of the sword bowed three times to the light and dust, and each time the hilt touched the ground.

It's kind of very religious.

He almost broke half of his sword and knelt down at him.

The eyeballs that were looking straight at the painting almost fell out.