Chapter 62: The Shadow of the Holy Envoy

Bathed in the cold moonlight, Ye Qingling, who was only wearing a tight fur on her body, stood in the wind and snow, her eyes looking ahead, and the chaotic wind and snow were whistling in her beautiful eyes. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"The order of the Holy Messenger?" it was the first time in his life that he doubted the Order of the Holy Messenger.

The Holy Envoy is the second holder of power in that place.

That place is full of mystery, Jin Yulou is even more subordinate to that place, and the orders there can only be carried out unconditionally, Ye Qingling has looked down on the orders from that place, there is no reason, just because they come from that place, and they are personally conveyed by this noble person, not to mention that the orders of that place are always correct and have never made mistakes.

However, she sighed deeply, trying not to let her mind think that way, but it was like an obsession, and the more she didn't think about it, the more she hovered in his mind.

Purple jade is rampant?

As far as she knew, Ziyu, like Jinyulou, also belonged to that place, and the two sides fought for a long time, and the holy envoy ignored them and let the two sides fight.

Purple jade is rampant, I don't know where it came from?

Besides, it is not the most unusual thing that the Holy Envoy personally gave the order, but the important thing is that the Holy Envoy actually promised to come to help.

Holy envoy, this character who can talk directly to the landlord, in the end, why did he break his promise and see no trace, let alone the soldiers sent.

Obviously, this decision was wrong!

She made such a bold decision in her heart.

She slammed a spirit, apparently also startled by her bold idea.

The huge cold between heaven and earth did not freeze her beating mind, and she continued to explore in apprehension.

However, she quickly overturned her guess, the Holy Envoy's decision had never been wrong, and there should not be a mistake this time, since this is the case, then the loss of gold and jade is so serious, then ......

Her breathing was a little rapid, her face flushed with cold, her face was flushed with a hint of pale, her beautiful face was condensed with a terrifying and distorted look, and a great horror enveloped her heart, and she felt that a huge conspiracy against Jin Yu was brewing.

Could it be that the real purpose of the Holy Envoy is ......

Destroy the golden jade!

In her mind, like the thunder of the Nine Heavens, her ears buzzed, and an unwilling will suddenly burst out from her body, and at some point, Qiu Chang, who was draped on her, had already fallen.

In the distant chaos of the wind and snow, there was a dull, frantic roar of pain.

Zhao Haochen warmed a pot of good wine, lay on the bed, smelled the wine, took two sips, and then picked up the water placed on the table and poured it again, and the spicy in his mouth was relieved.

Since yesterday after drinking the good wine treasured in this inn, unconsciously, Zhao Haochen has fallen in love with the wine here, in the room full of wine, Zhao Haochen is drowsy, and he still holds the wine glass in his hand and pours it into his mouth.

Zhao Haochen, who was not full of alcohol, soon entered the dream of sleeping.

This time, he dreamed of his hometown and woke up the deepest wisp of longing in his heart.

Days away from home.

Night.

The road to my hometown is always in the moment when I close my eyes,

Reach out to your thoughts, lingering with your memories.

Hometown, hometown,

In the backbone of the rolling mountains in the sky,

The stream that winds in the ravine sings softly,

The lights shining under the moon are glowing with bean yellow,

The breeze lifts the corners of the night.

Hot teardrops hit the cold long table, and the soul pierced through the other world, and the mind was full of lovesickness. Jianzi's cold eyes stared at the sleeping Zhao Haochen in a daze, and there was also a burst of tears in his eyes, but in the end, he was unable to flow down.

Sword Emperor Pavilion is his hometown.

Sword Emperor Pavilion is what he misses.

A slight smile appeared on his cold face, and he regained his cold appearance again.

Zhao Haochen relaxed his mind, the control of his body completely belonged to him, and he had to protect him, or protect himself.

Controlling the body that once belonged to him, he walked outside with the intoxicating aroma.

A bleak figure stood in the wind and snow in the cold wind, her thin clothes hung on her body, the biting cold tore her soft skin, the charming body fragrance was full of wind and snow, fluttering, and the sword stood not far away, looking at it with some heartache.

"Chivalry" This is the Sword Emperor's earnest teachings to him since childhood, don't dare to forget, at this moment to see this lonely figure exposed to the wind and snow, chivalrous spirit from the bottom of the heart.

"We're meeting again!" stepped forward, the disgusting face that made him met his eyes, and he looked at Ye Qingling, who was enchanting in the wind and snow, faintly unbearable in his eyes, squinting slightly.

"It's you!" Ye Qingling, who was filled with unwilling thoughts, turned his head to look at the figure that appeared in front of him, the aura on his body suddenly turned into a sharp, and the fierce light in his eyes shot out, staring at Zhao Haochen.

"It's me!" the two of them were like old friends meeting each other and greeting each other, plain, but there was a sharp edge hidden.

The sword's pupils retracted for a moment, and then quickly returned to normal, although the edge was restrained, but the innate sword will was difficult to hide, and a storm still stirred up in the air.

"Someone helped you that day, no one will come tonight, right?" The cold voice was sharp, and in his eyes, the sword was already a cold corpse, as meaningless as those corpses that fell at the door of the Fortune Inn.

"No!" The wisp of care in his heart was also swept away with Ye Qingling's bloodthirsty killing, and the deliberately restrained edge was also unscrupulously spread out at this moment.

The wind and snow were falling, and the cold wind as cold as a knife ruthlessly cut the skin of the two, and the wisp of unwillingness in Ye Qingling's heart was transformed into endless killing, and his soft eyes were filled with unyielding anger.

The wisp of anger suppressed in Jianzi's heart was also undisguised, unscrupulously spreading, the family was destroyed, his father was imprisoned, and his killing intent was heavier and sharper. Hidden in the bottom of his heart, the dissatisfaction with Zhao Haochen pretending to be a holy envoy to deceive Jin Yu turned into an awe-inspiring sword aura.

I don't know how long the battle lasted, the two of them couldn't help each other, the depression in Jianzi's heart was swept away, he turned around, and disappeared into the darkness silently, at this moment, Ye Qingling felt that this figure and the figure of the holy envoy were so familiar.

Don't......

Her mind fell into an initial chaos, and she looked coldly at the long-disappeared figure, and after a long time, she yelled loudly in the direction where the sword had disappeared.

Why?

The empty air echoed with her unwilling roar.

Why?

Why destroy Jinyu?