It should be a young man, Su Changan took advantage of the sparse habit outside the window to carefully look at the person in front of him. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He wasn't very old, but thirteen or fourteen.

But Su Changan didn't dare to despise him even the slightest bit because of this.

He still remembered that in front of the barbarian army camp in Xiliang, the girl named Su Cao who suddenly popped out was a few points younger than the young man in front of him, but she beat the sudden bone Lu who was a star to the ground.

What's more, this boy was only noticed by him when he came to this house under his divine sense, which also greatly explained how strange the young man in front of him was.

Su Changan held the handle of the Xiahou blood knife tighter, and his body arched, like a vicious wolf aiming at its prey, as long as the time came, it would rush out of the dense forest and bite off the head of the prey.

The boy was unaware of Su Changan's reaction, he continued to move forward, the riding boots under his feet stepped on the wooden floor, and there was a soft clattering sound, echoing back and forth in the dark room.

Su Chang'an's body has the essence of Dijiang, it stands to reason that in the dark night, let alone this small room, even if it is a hundred feet apart, he can't escape his eyes if he wants to see things.

But the boy's body seemed to be entangled with something untrue, making it difficult for Su Changan to see his face clearly.

It wasn't until the boy walked just a foot in front of him that he could see clearly.

It was a very lovely face, with flushed cheeks and big twinkling eyes.

It's a pity that the look on the boy's face made Su Changan completely unable to associate it with the word cute.

It was at the same time a very cold face, like the cold snow outside the house at this moment, as if everything was dead to him, and he walked as he walked with a long breath, and the arrogance around him seemed to be that of a king patrolling his own territory.

And the most critical thing is.

Su Changan recognized this face.

He thought the boy was very familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

For this reason, he searched hard for the memories in his mind, and finally, he suddenly remembered.

This man is still the boy who fled to the north with Gu Xianjun and Xiahou Shuyu outside Tianlan Courtyard back then, his name is Xiahou Lin, he is a disciple of Taibai Zhenren of the Stargazing Platform, and the seventh prince of Great Wei!

Su Changan didn't have time to think about why the Seventh Prince appeared here, and why he had such a strange cultivation at such a young age. That's when the boy's voice rang out.

"Asked?"

He asked, his voice extremely low, and with the smell of the elders asking the juniors.

It was a very strange thing to be questioned like this by a boy who was four or five years younger than him.

At least Su Changan's face became a little strange at that time, but he still nodded, which was in response to the boy's question. It's just that the knife in his hand was held tighter by him, which was far beyond the reaction of a boy of this age, which made Su Changan have to be vigilant.

"Well, that's good, you're much more useful than I thought. The boy nodded, and there was a look of appreciation on his face, but it was fleeting, as if it was a great thing to get his praise.

After speaking, he walked to the other side of the low couch where Su Changan was sitting and sat down on it. didn't consider Su Changan's feelings as the master.

"You..." Su Changan also saw that Xiahou Lin's trip did not seem to be malicious at this time, he put down his hand holding the hilt of the knife, turned around and sat opposite the young man.

"Why are you here to find me?

The boy didn't answer Su Changan's question for the first time, he picked up the teapot on the low couch by himself, lifted it gently, and straightened the upside-down teacup, as if he wanted to pour himself a cup of tea.

But Su Changan didn't have the habit of drinking tea, although the Gu family had prepared good tea for him, but that thing had been put there, and he never touched him in the slightest.

Therefore, Xia Houlin did not pour even half a drop of tea into the teapot.

This made this thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy seem a little dissatisfied, he pursed his lips, and finally raised his head and glanced at Su Changan, which was naturally an extremely simple glance, but Su Changan was inexplicably stunned in his eyes.

He felt that such a gaze was familiar.

But for a moment he couldn't remember when he was seen by someone with such a gaze.

"Do you remember Shuyu? It's not in vain that the kid misses you. Xia Houlin said this, and put the teacup and teapot in his hand back into place with some interest.

It stands to reason that Xiahou Shuyu is the sister of this Xiahou Lin, and he calls Xiahou Shuyu that child, which should be an extremely strange thing. But the tone and demeanor of his speech were not half different.

In addition, this Xiahou Lin was already full of strangeness from the moment he appeared, Su Changan was not surprised, he continued to ask: "What about you, what are you doing here?"

The boy still had no intention of directly answering Su Changan's question.

He stood up again, looked around the dimly lit room, as if searching for something, and finally fixed his gaze on something in the room.

He pointed there and said, "This shouldn't be your thing, right?"

Su Changan was stunned, he looked in the direction the boy was pointing.

It was an ordinary wooden table with a gourd on it.

Wine gourd.

It was something that Wu Wang Fu Sanqian left to Su Changan in Xijiang City, and he asked him to take this thing to see the emperor who abandoned the country and lost the Cangsheng emperor, and he asked him to wait for him to ask the emperor a question.

What kind of person is Fu Sanqian, Su Changan said unfavorably.

But after all, he is kind to him, Su Changan has always been simple.

If he has a grudge against him, he may not revenge it, or he may not die.

But if you are kind to him, he always remembers it.

So he came to the north with this gourd, and he knew that sooner or later he would have to meet the former lord of Great Wei, and he would also ask him that question on behalf of the three thousand.

"It's not. Su Changan shook his head and replied truthfully.

"Naturally not. The boy seemed to have expected Su Changan's answer, and he walked up to the gourd.

"I'm here to retrieve this thing. The boy said, reaching out and gently stroking the mottled marks on the gourd's surface.

"Huh?" Su Changan was stunned again, and the doubts in his eyes were even worse.

"It's my stuff. The boy said this, his voice suddenly becoming low.

Su Changan's pupils dilated suddenly, and he finally remembered the boy's gaze at that time, who he had seen before.

It was clearly the gaze of the man known as the Emperor of the Ages.

The boy in front of him was not Xia Houlin at all.

He is.

Xiahou Haoyu!