Forget Chuanqing

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The autumn rain in the old season was also this color, slightly yellowish.

Ning Zhichuan frowned, looking at the letter that Lin Guhua handed over.The words on the letterhead belonged to An Jie, and the content on the letterhead: "Hell in the imperial city, Nianchuan saves you."

Not to mention that it took so long to send letters from the imperial capital in the northern region of the imperial city to the junction of the central and northern regions. Whether An Jie is still alive or not, he still doesn't know when the word "hell" came into existence in this imperial city. .

"Who is the messenger?"

"A very beautiful girl who claims to be your venerable sister." Hearing what Lin Guhua said, it must be Ning Huichuan.Ning Zhichuan smiled helplessly, since she claimed to be his younger sister, she naturally had to help her with this favor.

Immediately, he thought, could it be that the An family group invited you into the urn?After pondering for a moment, Ning Zhichuan said to him: "Ask the woman who delivered the letter, where is the hell in the imperial city?" Lin Guhua nodded and asked Ning Zhichuan if he was not going to see his sister.

"No." After answering bluntly, Ning Zhichuan went back to his room here, and saw flowers blooming and rain falling outside the window.He couldn't listen to those words of turning back and being right, what turning back was clearly to kill his fox!

After Lin Guhua explained "Hell in the Imperial City", he closed the door, and the two people in the room were silent for a while.

Many people know that the "imperial city hell" refers to the fire veins in the underground of the imperial city. Ning Zhichuan vaguely remembered that it seemed to be a landscape. He was curious about where he was going and what he was doing. Where can something happen.But that letter should not have been written by him.

Going back to the imperial capital, the old things are still there, and the personnel are new. I can't help feeling that I fled in embarrassment because of An Jie's pursuit in the past, and now it is because of An Jie.

"Shuqiu, how about I betroth you to a good family?"

"No...don't, Shuqiu only follows the Venerable." Shuqiu was startled, tears flickering, "Venerable...don't chase Shuqiu away."

"Why?" It's better to find a good family than to be a maid with an uncertain fate.

"Only the venerable is kind to Shuqiu." Shuqiu said a little awkwardly, but couldn't give any good reason between hesitating.But she knew that only Ning Zhichuan was good to him.

Most of people's selfishness stems from that little greed.

Ning Zhichuan thought for a while, then smiled slightly: "Forget it." Being around him can witness that he is still the same Ning Zhichuan, that's all.Every time he wanted to abandon that identity, but he always lingered on it—that way, his fox liked it.

Passing by the door of Ji's house, Ning Zhichuan remembered the oath of "slaughtering all of Ji's family", he will never forget it.

The entrance to the Hell of the Imperial City is next to a hot spring, and I can't help but think of the time when I played with Ling Qingcheng, as if it was a lifetime away.Before entering, Shuqiu dared to ask him why he wanted to save An Jie.Ning Zhichuan thought about it, but was nostalgic for the past.No matter how annoying it used to be, now it seems that it is also precious.

So he said: "This man saved me once, and I will return the favor."

The narrow and long passage became more and more intricate as it went down, and the temperature rose higher and higher.Ning Zhichuan used spiritual power to separate the heat wave, and the downward space was extremely unstable for some reason, Ning Zhichuan did not dare to use the power of space to teleport.How to say that the people in the hells of the imperial city are also innocent--a ridiculous idea.

There are many men and women who come here attracted by the name, and they must have some cultivation to come here.Ning Zhichuan saw Bai Zilian who stood out in the crowd and was dressed in white.Taking an ordinary mask for himself and Shuqiu to put on, Ning Zhichuan walked up to her, and saw that her original elegant demeanor was covered up by haggardness.

For some reason, the more she got in touch with, the more Ning Zhichuan disliked this woman.Bai Zilian must have been waiting here for many days, but he still hadn't waited for An Jie to come out, so he sent a letter to Ning Huichuan, who in turn sent the letter to Ning Zhichuan.

Ning Zhichuan stopped paying attention to her and walked on the next road.

"My lord, the road here can't go any further." An old man stopped him, and used his spiritual power to transmit a voice: The woman's husband didn't listen to the persuasion before and went in, and now it's not clear whether she is alive or dead, that person is Lingzong .

Ning Zhichuan said I know, and then led Shuqiu down.