"Elder Lian!"

A familiar voice stopped Lian Sanzan, he looked back, and was pleasantly surprised, the person who appeared in front of him was Yi Weiyi, he was stunned, and said: "Yi Shaoxia, you are not dead? Is this true? No, this is impossible! I saw you with my own eyes at the time......

He couldn't believe his eyes, and he was anxious to deny his astonishing discovery.

"It's me, Elder Lian, don't you look at me? I'm not dead, at that time, in order to rescue me from the Spirit Dao Sect, Miss Luo hit a strange point on her body, causing the phenomenon of fake death, which was hidden from Xue Ruchen's eyes. Yi Weiyi nodded, looked at Lian Sanzan, and told him about his escape experience, at this time he was also full of emotion, speechless, and had a lot to say in his heart, but he didn't know where to start.

The night was miserable, the smoke was hazy, the rain splashed, along the edge of the sword scabbard that Yi Weiyi carried, fell to the ground, rippling, one drop two drops three drops, one layer two layers three layers, like a blooming crystal flower.

Lian Sanzan lowered his head silently, after listening to Yi Weiyi's speech, his hesitant gaze flashed a strange light, both of them were silent, the air in the rain was humid and gloomy, making people feel very depressed, and finally his gaze stayed on Yi Weiyi's sword, that sword provided the most direct basis for his judgment, he knew that sword, the sharp blade that had stabbed Zuo Mingfa with terrifying speed on the top of Lingjue, suddenly, a trace of surprise flashed on his face, took a step forward, looked at Yi Weiyi, and said excitedly: " It's really you, you're not dead, that's great. ”

The rain is still sprinkled intermittently, and the clothes of both of them are soaked by the rain, but they don't care about it, life and death meet, what is more joyful and cheerful!

In a trance, Yi Weiyi's face seemed to change, and he suddenly remembered something, he stared at Lian Sanzan sadly, his face showed a hint of gloom, and said, "Elder Lian, where is Ling'er now?"

Obviously, in his heart, he still couldn't accept the news of Mu Ling's death, and he urgently needed Lian Sanzan to bring him different news, that message that could bring him surprises, however, the truth was always that the person did not fulfill his wishes, which made the heart full of expectations full of holes, and the people who believed in true love were bruised all over their bodies.

Lian Sanzan's eyes were sad, he sighed, and said bitterly: "Second Miss is no longer alive!"

After speaking, he hid his face and wept bitterly, and the sorrow and sorrow, like the rain, soaked every unconcealed land and penetrated into the softest place in his heart.

Like a thunderbolt from the blue, the same bad news hit the same person twice, and the pain did not diminish. At this time, Yi Weiyi clenched his teeth, and his lips kept trembling, which showed the degree of pain in his heart.

Suddenly, he put away his grief, his eyes were wide, and a strange light flashed, he stared at Lian Sanzan, and asked loudly, "Does Elder Lian know who is the enemy who killed Ling'er?"

"It was the Jinmen God who captured He Zicang, it was he who led people to wash the Weiwu Sect with blood, and Young Master Wuqi also died under his hands!" Lian Sanzan said, his tone was full of hatred, he looked at the grief and indignation in front of him, and continued: "Yi Shaoxia, what are your plans in the future, go back to the Weiwu Sect with us, and we will take revenge together!"

After listening to Lian Sanzan's words, Yi Weiyi shook his head sadly, and then restrained the sad and indignant look on his face, reluctantly smiled, and said: "Elder Lian, Ling'er's revenge, I will definitely revenge, you don't get involved in this matter, you manage the Weiwu Sect well, I believe that Ling'er will be very happy to see all this in the sky! I won't follow you to the Weiwu Sect, when the great revenge is avenged, I will come to visit Elder Lian again." ”

"Yi Shaoxia, the enmity between the eldest lady and the second young lady is not only the enmity of you alone, it is also the enmity of all the disciples of the Weiwu Sect! We will not stay out of the matter! The sea of blood is deep, we do not share the sky, this revenge will not be avenged, and we will not be human!" After speaking, Lian Sanzan led all the disciples into the night rain, leaving Yi Weiyi behind.

Looking at Lian Sanzan's distant back, the rain curtain separated them, and everyone turned into a little black shadow and gradually disappeared.

Yi Weiyi's heart was filled with a hint of emotion, he knew in his heart that Lian Sanzan was loyal to the Weiwu Sect, although he had different views from Mu Ling on some things, however, his original intention was all for the Weiwu Sect, and the tragic deaths of Shi Jia, Mu Ling, and Wu Qi brought him far more grief than his own.

At this moment, Yi Weiyi is standing in the rain, Lian Sanzan and his group have gone away, and what jumps into Yi Weiyi's eyes is only endless rain and boundless night, and only infinite pain and boundless hatred occupy Yi Weiyi's heart.

It's getting heavier and heavier!

The night is getting deeper and deeper!

The pain is getting deeper!

Hate is getting stronger and stronger!

People who were anxious to escape the rain on the road walked in a hurry, stepping on the rain splashing a few feet high, Yi Weiyi stood lonely in the rain, like a stiff sculpture, his eyes staring into the distance, with an indescribable perseverance, an indescribable hatred.

Suddenly, the door squeaked open, and a soft voice floated behind him, pulling him back to his current situation, and the voice said: "Oops! Brother Yi, you are drenched all over! Go back to your room and rest, the rain is getting heavier and heavier!"

The voice was extremely gentle, like a yellow warbler whispering, Yi Weiyi's ears softened, and he felt that the whole person was about to melt, he subconsciously said "oh", only then did he come back to his senses, he turned around and saw Luo Yuemei standing behind him with an umbrella, and the umbrella was obtained by asking the young man in the store, it was the broken umbrella before.

Yi Weiyi turned around and stood close to Luo Yuemei, at this time Luo Yuemei was not wearing makeup at all, her eyebrows were elegant and picturesque, and her delicate facial features were impeccable, Luo Yuemei gently brushed the water droplets of her bangs with one hand, and her demeanor was clear, but with the other hand, she gently pulled the corner of Yi Weiyi's clothes, and said softly: "Brother Yi, come into the house, the night rain is endless, don't catch a cold!"

Yi Weiyi was stunned for a moment, and saw Luo Yuemei tilting the umbrella in her hand against the placket of her clothes that were soaked in the rain in order to cover her body, and hurriedly pulled her to stand under the eaves, and said, "Mei'er, see that you are all wet." ”

There was a bit of reproach in her tone, and when Luo Yuemei heard it, she knew that Yi Weiyi was worried about herself and didn't care, but she giggled and said: "I'm fine, Brother Yi, look, your clothes are wet, go into the house and change them, I asked the shopkeeper for a set of clean clothes, you take it off, I'll dry it for you, and I'll take it to your room again and change it for you, okay?"

At this time, it is superfluous to say anything, those subtle feelings have always been indescribable, at this time, Yi Weiyi nodded vigorously, he felt that there was no better way to express the gratitude in his heart than nodding. Luo Yuemei didn't speak anymore, just put the umbrella away, shook the rain on it, took it in her hand, and went into the house with Yi Weiyi.

Inside the house, the candlelight was flickering, the bodies of Liu Qingchen and Qiu Shuangxi had been disposed of, and the crowd had returned to the usual lively scene. (To be continued.) )