What's wrong with my senior brother just doting on me? !

"Don't be afraid, Princess."

In the dark night, which is like thick ink, Gu Hanyan is holding Qin Wan'er and galloping, the suburbs are deserted.

Behind them, there was a person with his hands behind his back, holding a sword and chasing after them.

Looking at the figure in front of him, the cultivator put his fingers together and slowly raised them. The spiritual energy condensed between his fingers and fell down.

A ray of sword light struck, and Gu Hanyan jumped up. Only the tip of his hair was cut off, and it disappeared into the darkness.

It's terrible.

According to the plan, they were supposed to be on their way back home, but a man appeared from nowhere and attacked them indiscriminately.

If the enemy was Gu Hanyan, it would be understandable. As a princess, Qin Wan'er had only received more assassinations and poisonings since she was a child. There were countless people who wanted to use her as a hostage to threaten the late emperor.

But provoking the world of immortality was something he never expected.

Why do you provoke people from the world of immortality? Gu Hanyan has no memory of dealing with people from the world of immortality.

The world of cultivating immortals and the human world have signed a treaty of not interfering with each other. Once you choose to cultivate immortality, it has nothing to do with the human world. The two worlds are clearly separated, and no one will interfere with the other's influence.

The people who came to hunt them today clearly crossed the line.

Qin Wan'er saw the sword light slashing straight down, and mistakenly thought that Gu Hanyan was injured due to the angle of vision, so she panicked and wanted to poke her head in to check.

"Don't come out."

Gu Hanyan pushed back Qin Wan'er's head.

Is he the one who wants to hunt down the princess? Impossible. Not many people knew about this trip, and the people in the team were carefully selected.

Even if the insider betrays, they don't have the ability.

Who is it? Prince Duan's Mansion?

Impossible. No one in Prince Duan's palace is a cultivator. It is impossible for the royal family to have anything to do with the world of cultivators. The two worlds have been at war with each other for several years over resources and power.

The immortal cultivator hired by Murong Zhao was a little surprised.

He had hit the sword accurately just now, but he didn't expect that the boy in front of him would react so quickly while holding someone in his arms.

After being chased by him for so long, he must be a good seedling if he is caught to cultivate immortality.

It's just a pity that someone wants their life.

Murong Zhao had his face covered when he came to him, and he couldn't see clearly who it was.

However, the decoration on the other party's body showed that he was a luxurious person, and he was generous and straightforward when negotiating terms. He liked this kind of customer very much.

As for covering your face? Hey, both parties know what kind of dirty business they are doing, who cares about whose identity, one hand pays and the other hand delivers.

The mission is simple, take a woman's name and disguise it as an accident.

In short, it cannot be seen as artificial.

That gang was mortal.

He found it strange that mortals could just find mortal assassins. After all, in the eyes of immortal cultivators, there was no difference between killing a mortal and crushing a chicken.

There are special associations in the world of immortal cultivators to handle conflicts between cultivators and mortals and to act as a restraint.

But he is already in a gray area.

The rules of the world are to hand over half of the spirit stones first, and then give the other half after the work is completed.

Hey, I assassinate some immortal cultivators every day, this time it’s like a spiritual stone fell from the sky!

I thought it would only take a few minutes to kill a mortal, but I didn't expect that the guard next to the woman would use two more brushes, and it would take until now.

What he himself did was unkind and unjust. His standard was to kill just one person if he wanted to, and never harm innocent people.

It's his work ethic.

But looking at the guard's posture, he must have broken the precept today.

The next second, a white sword light suddenly expanded and struck at the two fleeing people in front.

Gu Hanyan's danger radar, which he had been practicing martial arts for many years, alerted him frantically.

You can't dodge it, you absolutely can't dodge this move!

If he throws the princess out and suffers this attack himself, this person will definitely continue. By then, the princess will be alone and cannot even run away!

Ahead is a cliff.

There is no other way.

"Wan'er, close your eyes."

Qin Wan'er's name was called inexplicably, and she closed her eyes subconsciously.

The sword light was approaching, and the white light almost illuminated the dark night.

Gu Hanyan jumped up and adjusted his posture in the air to ensure that if he landed on his back, he would hold the person he had grown up with tightly in his arms.

That sword intent split the boulders on the cliff into pieces. I wonder if the bones of the human body can be preserved when this completely non-mortal power falls on a person.

Qin Wan'er huddled in Gu Hanyan's arms and closed her eyes tightly.

She believed him.

The last time she was surrounded and suppressed by hundreds of people, Gu Hanyan was able to lead her out.

She always believed in him.

The person in his arms nervously grabbed the hem of his clothes. Gu Hanyan looked at the farther and farther stars in the sky, and in a trance he returned to the morning when his father sent him to the palace. The little princess who was not even one year old was also nestled with him like this. In her arms, her hands tightly grasped the skirt of his clothes to prevent him from leaving.

"Brother Hanyan!"

In the memory, the little one was pulling at his leg, raising her head and blinking, asking him to play with her.

It turns out that it is true that people will see revolving lanterns before they die.

Gu Hanyan's mouth curled up slightly.

It's great, almost all of his memories are of her.

It's a good memory.

"Qin Wan'er."

The three words were slowly tasted by the young man in his heart, like a seed planted in his heart, and then sprouted in the long memories.

"I love you."

"Sorry, I can't accompany you anymore."

The whispers were scattered in the howling wind.

The chasing immortal cultivators never expected that this kid would jump off the cliff.

"What a bad luck! Wouldn't it be better to die obediently?"

He sheathed his sword and crouched down, standing on the edge of the cliff to estimate the depth.

The chopped gravel was scattered around his feet. He picked up a small piece and threw it under the cliff.

There was no sound.

Hiss, if you jump from this depth, you will definitely die, right?

Then can he call it a day and go back home to get the remaining money from the owner?

He can also go to a restaurant during this time.

Damn it, it took him so much effort to hunt down two mortals, and he really didn't make any money at all.

If the body is missing after a long pursuit, there is a risk of being captured by the association.

If he jumped, everyone would be smashed. He couldn't pretend to be a car accident, and he didn't fulfill the customer's request. He probably wouldn't be able to get the remaining half.

It’s really hard to make money and shit is hard to eat.

The pursuer stood on the edge of the cliff, stared at the black abyss and thought for a moment, then waved his hand and summoned his sword to float into the air.

We’ve all gotten here, so you might as well go down and have a look.

But what if you survive a catastrophe? That would ruin his reputation.

It is no big deal that the spiritual stone is gone, and his good reputation in this world is no big deal.

It would be easier to bring back a piece or two of the smashed bones.

Thinking like this, the pursuer stepped on the sword and prepared to go down and take a look.

Suddenly his neck felt cold, as if something was sticking to his neck.

Just as he was about to turn his head, he felt something being pressed against his body. His body immediately refused to obey his orders and could only freeze in mid-air, unable to move up or down.

A voice whispered close to his ear.

"Hello, robbery."

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ghost!