At night, Zhang Nansheng quietly flew out of the window, and in the alley not far from the inn, a person was waiting with an umbrella. But seeing that the back was a little rickety, the man covered his mouth and coughed from time to time.

Zhang Nansheng sighed helplessly: "My health is not good, why do I have to meet tonight, it is rainy and humid, and your asthma is afraid that it will worsen." ”

The man shook his head slightly, and his voice was hoarse: "She...... Okay?"

"Her mind has been turned on, and her strength is slowly growing. The little girl is exquisite, no, she has two more friends recently. ”

"Hehe, that's good, that's good. Lately, you've been working hard. The gray hair was particularly eye-catching in the drizzle, and it hurt Zhang Nansheng's eyes.

"What do I have to suffer, I have been living at will in this Central Plains, and with tea and tea to accompany me, life has become much more interesting. It's you, but your body can still hold on. "A month ago, his hair was half a hundred, but now it is completely white.

"It's okay, old problem, it's good if the sun comes out. Su Wan is a long way from Qijianmen, and it takes a lot of time, so I hope that my old friends will take care of it. ”

"Would you like to meet Cha Cha?"

"No, I'm relieved to have you here. There was a strange red on the sleeve of the cover, and he hid it with his hand, and turned away.

Zhang Nansheng silently looked at his back, turned around for a long time, and found Luo Xifeng standing in the shadows looking at him.

"Stinky boy, I can't hide anything from you. He chuckled, Luo Xifeng's mind was thoughtful, he didn't expect that after being together for so long, he hadn't let him let down all his guards.

"It's raining heavily in the middle of the night, and I don't worry about my seniors going out alone, so I follow out of curiosity, I don't know who the white-headed old man is just now?" Luo Xifeng smiled back and asked.

The matter has come to this point, and I am afraid that it can no longer be hidden.

"He's my old friend, the Golden Gate Secret Guard, Jin Si. ”

A thunderclap exploded from the bottom of Luo Xifeng's heart, sparks surged down the meridians to his head, and the heat in his body actually steamed the surrounding mist. Jin Si, the commander of the Golden Gate Secret Guard, heard these words, Luo Xifeng's hands trembled, the scars on his wrists were hot and red, and the wounds that had already healed now seemed to be like a knife cut, and like a fire.

"You...... What's going on?" Zhang Nansheng saw Luo Xifeng turn into a fog man, and pointed at him in surprise.

Luo Xifeng didn't say a word, and in a flash, he chased in the direction that Jin Si left.

"Hey, stinky boy, what are you going to do?" Zhang Nansheng said in a bad heart, and immediately chased after him.

Jin Si was terminally ill, his body was like rotten wood, and he was already at the end of his crossbow, so he didn't go far with this guy's kung fu, and was caught up by Luo Xifeng on a small bridge in a moment's time.

"This son is chasing the old man, I don't know what's going on?" Jin Si stopped, didn't look back, his right hand pressed his heart hard, forcefully resisted the pain of burning in his lungs, and asked in a dumb voice.

Luo Xifeng breathed unsteadily, and did not speak for a long time.

Jin Si staggered and turned around, his cloudy eyes met Luo Xifeng's eyes, "Ah~" A call in his throat made him stumble and fall to the ground. Luo Xifeng's body moved, supporting his body.

Trembling to the point of non-stop, he touched Luo Xifeng's cheek in disbelief, and a line of turbid tears flowed down the ravine on his face, Luo Xifeng grabbed Jin Si's big hand that was as old as a withered branch, his shoulders trembled violently, and he couldn't say a word with tears gushing out.

"Less~Lord, Less~Lord, Less~Lord" Jin Si grabbed Luo Xifeng with all his strength and kept calling him. He originally thought that the Jin family was wiped out, and there were no descendants of the Jin family in the world, who would have thought that the missing young master was still alive.

"Uncle Kim, it's me, it's me, Uncle Kim. Luo Xifeng's tears were held back for too long, it had been three whole years, and at this moment his embankment completely collapsed, tears rained down, he hugged Jin Si tightly, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

Jin Si is not like this, the old tears are all over the place, and his lips are trembling so much that he can't speak. The sky has eyes, and the Jin family finally has a bloodline in the world.

The two couldn't calm down the excitement in their hearts for a long time, but Zhang Nansheng, who came in hand, broke the silence between them.

"Old friend, do you know the stinky boy?" Seeing the strangeness of the two of them, Zhang Nansheng had doubts, just now he thought that Luo Xifeng was going to be unfavorable to Jin Si, who thought it was a misunderstanding, the two knew each other.

"Old man Zhang, can you take a step back, I have something to say to this son. Jin Si pushed Luo Xifeng away, stood up straight, wiped two handfuls of tears, and said in a dumb voice.

Hearing his old friend's words, Zhang Nansheng had to avoid himself.

"Young master, have you suffered in the past three years? On that day, I saw with my own eyes that the masked man broke your tendons, but the meridians of my whole body were broken, and I could only watch. The subordinate protector is not effective, please punish the young master. Jin Si knelt on one knee and saluted with his fists clenched. This is the rule of their Jin family, he is the secret guard of the Jin family, and it is his duty to protect the safety of the Jin family, but unfortunately his ability is limited, and he finally watched the entire Jin family being slaughtered with his own eyes.

The events of three years ago are clearly presented in front of him, which is the hatred that Luo Xifeng can't bear to remember, and it is also the motivation for him to support his broken body to live. Every scene that happened that day was deeply etched in his mind, and he never forgot the slightest thing.

On that day, he was the only one standing in the entire Jin family, everyone in the Jin family fell in a pool of blood, father, mother, eldest brother, second brother, and his niece, who had just turned one year old, and all the domestic servants, guards and secret guards of the Jin family, a total of 317 people, died overnight.

He hurried home from the Seven Swords Gate to attend his little niece's first birthday banquet, but the moment he stepped into the door, a strong smell of blood came to his face, and the corpses of the Jin family were all over the Jin family compound.

"Quick...... Run...... "A man at his feet struggled with his last breath to let him escape.

The blood stains on her face couldn't hide her former face.

"Sister-in-law, what happened?" he helped his sister-in-law up, and the aura was quickly transmitted into her body. Who knew that the sister-in-law used her last strength to push him away, "Go away~"

A long knife fell from the sky and cut the sister-in-law's neck.

"Ah~ah~" He raised his head to the sky and roared, his blood gushing, and he raised his sword and slashed at the man.

The sword collided with the long knife, and it sparked dazzling sparks, but the man only used one arm, and the other arm condensed into a spirit sword, piercing his left shoulder armor, and the spirit sword turned around with the man's gesture control and pierced Luo Xifeng's right shoulder armor.

The arms lost sensation, and the sword fell. Several powerful palm winds slammed Luo Xifeng's chest fell, and the palm wind rushed into his spiritual veins with domineering spiritual power, hitting Luo Xifeng's own spiritual energy flying everywhere. This is the absolute suppression of spiritual power, which only Luo Xifeng, who is the eighth layer of condensation, cannot fight.

His heart pulse ruptured, and he vomited blood, and then fell to the ground.

The masked man made a few moves in a row, and the move hit, and Luo Xifeng was powerless to parry.

"The third son of Jinmen, he can condense his qi at the age of five, he is talented, and he is a proud disciple of the head of the Qijian Sect of the First Sect of the Central Plains, but unfortunately, he is too young and has not become a climate. The masked man raised his long knife and his hand fell, and Luo Xifeng's tendons were cut alive.

His brain tingled, and he couldn't recall it anymore. The pain that was eroding his heart day by day, he never forgot it for a moment.