Winter in the south is not as cold as in the north, and the cold is more like an inescapable escape from the inside out. This winter is particularly cold, and the world has a hard tone in Li Han's eyes, which is an obvious metal-like cold color.

He's also colder than ever, and more dangerous than ever. Of course, he had no intention of killing, he just watched the hurried passers-by over and over again. It was as if these irrelevant outsiders would give him clues.

This is not the place where Xiaoyao got into a taxi after leaving the county dozens of kilometers and then died on the side of the road.

The middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River are densely populated and crowded. In addition to the high-rise buildings and highways, unlike the poor mountains and bad waters in Xianghe Town, killing people here is a great risk, and it is easy to be seen.

Li Han looked up at the sun, it was time to go, and the trajectory of the sun in winter was completely different from before.

It's less than an hour before he was killed.

Li Han got up to leave, and after going out, he followed the horse's path and walked straight to the last road that Xiaoyao had walked before his death. He still has an hour, and it is absolutely too late to walk from here to the place where the accident happened, but Li Han has no intention of changing his mind. He swaggered through the market like this, it may be a little inappropriate to describe him with this word, it may have something to do with the fact that he has been a killer, Li Han is an extremely low-key and cautious person. Never get noticed at any time, you won't remember him even if he appears in front of you ten times a day, but this time is different.

He walked slowly with every step, as if the old man who was dying knew that the end of the road was the end of his life, so he did his best to slow down his pace.

He's slower than everyone on the street, which is pretty counterintuitive.

What's more, he would deliberately stop and look behind him every few steps, as if he was waiting for someone. It's hard to keep going all the way without attracting attention.

But Li Han didn't care at all, and all the sneering and curious eyes thrown by passers-by were angry. This really doesn't fit his style, and now he is more like Li Han's appearance and the soul of Longguan.

Of course, Li Han is still Li Han.

The people who have Feng Laiyi haven't come to trouble me until now, and Xiaoyao's death is definitely inseparable from them. The nearest stronghold of Feng Laiyi should be around here, if the murderer is really the person who has Feng Laiyi, then he must have appeared here.

With such a fast knife and such a vicious knife technique, who would be the one to attack? Could it be an assassin, or else it would be Guo Kui or Situ Jia! With their martial arts, they would definitely be able to kill Xiaoyao, but...

Li Han looked at the cold and illusory sun, and suddenly felt powerless. Xiaoyao's death is tantamount to a bolt from the blue for them, although they have been together less and more in the past three years, Li Han will never forget that it was Xiaoyao who pulled the blood moon out of the abyss, and it was they who helped the blood moon tide over the difficulties again and again, and this kind of regeneration grace they will never forget. So when Wang Luojie Yishui Evil Spirit chose to leave, they chose to stay, and they wanted to repay this kindness with their lives.

They never imagined that one day the myth of their invincibility would be shattered, and all this would come without warning. But they are no longer the weak teenagers who need to be sheltered everywhere, they have grown into pillars who can take charge of themselves.

It's just that the price of this awakening is too cruel.

Li Han beckoned a taxi and went straight to the outside of the county, since Feng Laiyi didn't even care about the person on his must-kill list, then he would take this time to investigate the truth of the matter.

The taxi stopped on the side of the road, and Li Han got out of the car. This highway is slightly higher than the land on both sides, and Li Hanji can see it from afar. Killing people in such a place really requires the full cooperation of Yaoyao.

The road is a national highway, there are not a lot of vehicles coming and going, and there are farmers working in the fields not far away. Why did this person choose to start here?

No, it should be why Xiaoyao is dying here. In such a place, if he was bent on survival, it would be impossible for him to go unnoticed.

But until his body was found at night, no one else noticed that someone had killed someone here.

Li Han suddenly turned around, with his back to the sun, Xiaoyao was in front of him, and the two of them were only one step away. Li Han raised the knife like lightning and sent it into Xiaoyao's heart, and then drew the knife and turned around in one go.

And he fell to the ground until the night found him.

Five minutes later in the night, Xiaoyao's body was found.

There were people who left a secret message for the Qilin Pavilion all the way, and he seemed to have known that his life was short before he asked others to follow him to collect his body. The murderer will be found five minutes earlier in the night, and perhaps the murderer has passed by him.

Or maybe he might be the murderer.

This person is holding a knife in his left hand and holding it back, and his posture is very awkward, of course, because he is afraid that others will find clues from the wound. Since Xiaoyao calmly went to his death, since he left a secret message, it shows that he must be sure that the person who chased him must have found him after his death.

Then why didn't he tell the others the murderer directly?

He may not know who the killer is, or he may have been killed in the first place after he was following someone and was discovered. The password is used to contact messages.

Li Han closed his eyes and squatted on the ground, he fell straight back and fell to the ground and closed his eyes, he wanted to feel the feeling of death.

The moment Li Han fell to the ground, he saw Xiaoyao, his white clothes were like snow, and his soul took off from here and never looked back and went straight to the Nine Heavens.

The monk sat down with a subtle and polite attitude. Tang Xian saw him as soon as he entered the door, a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes, but he immediately covered up the past, just walked over slowly, and said, "Long time no see." ”

The monk nodded and said, "It should be a year and three months." ”

Tang Xian looked at him deeply, the monk didn't squint, she sighed faintly, and said, "I thought I had something else to say after not seeing you for so long." ”

The monk said seriously: "I was ordered to visit Mr. Tang this time, but I didn't expect to be lucky enough to meet Miss Tang." ”

Tang Xian had nothing to say, she couldn't tell the monk that she wanted to go crazy if she wanted to see the monk abroad. She can't say that because of the monk, she dropped out of school and returned to China, and she can't say that because she knew that the monk was coming today, she took a plane overnight and crossed half of China just to rush over to see him.

He's so remarkable, he's just some kind of self-righteous megalomaniac.

Tang Xian said to Tang Lao opposite the monk: "Grandpa, I'll go to the study first." ”

Tang Lao nodded, and after Tang Xian left, he seemed to have a deep meaning and said casually: "Alas, Xiaoxian is just unforgiving, but in fact, she has already admitted defeat in her heart." ”

The monk did not answer his words, but said: "The younger generation has recently learned a few new tricks of tea-making skills from the elders in the pavilion, and I know that your old man loves tea, if you don't dislike it, the younger generation is willing to offer ugliness." ”

"It's not a good day for tea. My stomach is not very good, people always have all kinds of problems when they are old, and I am afraid that I will have a stomach trouble after drinking tea in this weather today. ”

The monk was careful, and every word in a conversation with a character of this level had to be broken down into comparisons and analyzed. It is better to make a big fuss than to miss a single omission.

The monk thought for a while, his eyelids jumped twice inadvertently, and said, "The junior heard that your old man sent someone to say that he wanted to see me a few years ago, but at the end of the year, my friends and I were not in the cabinet, so we delayed." ”

"It's not a big deal, it's just that Xiaoxian is back, we want to treat you to a meal, and meet her parents by the way. That is, my son and daughter-in-law. It's not a coincidence that you're here today, they just left yesterday. ”

Did he keep trying to pull me out of the Qilin Pavilion? If this is really the case, it will further confirm the monk's previous speculation, these people have really begun to pay attention to the Qilin Pavilion, and this kind of attention is still the one that the Qilin Pavilion is least looking forward to.

Will... Will they also be able to die a loose death!

The monk pressed his restless heart, he lowered his head and his face was more humble when he raised it, he couldn't show any flaws in front of Donald, and the moment he lowered his head just now, he almost couldn't control his emotions and almost stood up.

The monk tried to calm his agitated mood, but he didn't dare to speak at this time, he was afraid that he would lose control for a while and cause irreparable consequences.

"I heard Xiaoxian say that you are a must at painting, she always nags in my ear and makes me tired of listening, it just so happens that you are here today, so how about painting me now." ”

Of course, the monk couldn't refuse, he needed other things to distract him even more now, and he couldn't ask for it. He already regretted his rash recklessness a little, and Xiaoyao's death made it extremely difficult for him to stay calm, in fact, even if Tang Laoming told him that Xiaoyao died of an unintentional monk, he couldn't show a little abnormality.

The nanny put the pencil and white paper in front of the monk, and the monk picked up the pen and said, "Xiaoxian always misses you, so you can draw a picture for her." I think she must be happy. ”

Tang Xian... Alas, if she hadn't been Donald's granddaughter, perhaps the monk would have married her like Wang Luojie. He never denied that he liked her, and he never hid it, when the blood moon was just the blood moon of the blood moon, he secretly swore in his heart countless times that he would not marry her in this life. All her brutality and willfulness carried a light in the eyes of the monk that made him obsessed, and even if the monk knew that her identity was probably another pawn of the organization, it did not shake his admiration.

Li Han can have Xu Yifei, Yi Shui can be influenced to return to his dreams, he doesn't want to lose Tang Xian.

It wasn't until later that Blood Moon joined the Qilin Pavilion and learned how cruel it was that he completely made up his mind to forget Tang Xian. He couldn't drag her into the maelstrom, and he was even more determined after the Battle of the Graveyard, when the entire Blood Moon was nearly wiped out because of her. He naively thought that she was just an ordinary person with an ordinary background, but her fate was bumpy and she couldn't help herself, but he never thought that her family background would be so terrible.

The person you have always wanted to protect, in the end, in her eyes, there is no difference between you and the dust ants, this kind of gap is not acceptable to anyone, the monk accepted it calmly, but he strengthened his determination to have nothing to do with Tang Xian from now on.

The past is surging like a tide, sweeping from the depths of the monk's mind to the tip of the monk's pen, his five fingers tremble, on one side is Tang Xian's coquettish and willful expression, and on the other side is a carefree warm and indifferent smile. These two forces controlled him, and the monk desperately tried to contain the power in his hand, and finally teased him and slowly disappeared, and the monk was relieved and burst into tears in an instant.

The moment the embankment broke, he forcibly took it back, and he sniffed and laughed at himself.

The monk held the pencil in the air and stopped for a long time, finally put the pen down, and said slowly but firmly: "I'm sorry, the younger generation's skills are mediocre, I'm afraid I will insult Miss Tang's beauty and appearance." ”