Once conquered the world, once conquered the city

Zhuang's neutral attitude, the old man's status as the leader of the alliance, and the leaders of various factions who appeared in the old man's courtyard for no reason, Han's importance to me, the old man's eagerness to take me to find Ji Ran, and Feng Jin's just now a word.

Yihan attaches great importance to me, so he will definitely go to Jiran. The old man gathers the heads of various factions. If it is what I think, it should be discussing how to encircle and suppress Han. Feng Jin said that Feng Qi is the young master of Qizhuang. Undoubtedly, if Feng Qi is involved in this incident, no matter which side wins, Feng Qi will be in a dilemma.That's the point!

"You guys!" I saw the old man's cold expression and Feng Jin's indifference, suddenly felt so strange, I said word by word, "It's best to explain clearly."

The old man didn't speak, but his expression became more complicated and unpredictable.The expression on Feng Jin's face gradually became a little sad.

My little white horse was still walking in place, shaking its head displeased from time to time.Suddenly an idea popped up in my mind, I held my breath, tapped my toes on the ground, and then my whole body rose from the ground.

I grabbed the rein from Feng Jin's hand, and the body hanging in the air landed firmly on the back of the little white horse. With my legs clamping the horse's belly, the little white horse immediately let go of its maids and ran forward happily.

The wind was blowing in my ears, and the bright sun was shining on my head, but my heart was as cold as an ice cellar.I never thought that my grandpa would take advantage of my important position in Han's heart to plan a siege.I never thought that Feng Jin, who is as clean and beautiful as a little prince, who would smile gently when he looked at me, and occasionally show a slightly sad expression because of some of my words, would actually acquiesce to the old man's actions , to hide it from me together for him, and even partnered to lie to me.

cold.I muttered his name in my mind.It seems that only by chanting his name all the time can I feel gradually warm.My eyes have gradually blurred. I don't know if it's tears or the pain that came out of my body for no reason.A warm current rose from the lower abdomen, rushing to the limbs and bones, feeling that my body began to become lighter, and my vision and hearing became more sensitive, but the small soft thing in the chest was painful. As if it was about to be torn apart, even the head was in pain like a burst, as heavy as if it was about to fall off the neck.

"Mist morning!"

"Xiaochen!"

Feng Jin and the old man shouted my name loudly behind my back, and the sound of Dada's hooves was not far behind my ears.The little white horse seemed to have never run so happily. It was so fast that even the old man's dark cloud treading snow could not catch up.

The white horse neighed suddenly, its front hooves suddenly lifted off the ground, and then stopped abruptly. I turned my head and saw the old man's fingers pinching the pebble.

Anger, I just feel that the endless anger is overwhelming me.I don't know where the impulse came from, so I suddenly flew up. I was taken aback by my own action, but the warm current from my lower abdomen was still flowing to my limbs and bones.

Sweeping in their direction, I saw Feng Jin and the old man seemed to be taken aback by my actions, they all stopped there blankly, even when I made a move towards Feng Jin, he didn't have time to dodge.

I slapped his chest with my palm, although he avoided the vital point, he still spat out a mouthful of blood.I kicked his horse's head with my foot, and I flew back onto the white horse's back with my strength.

None of them moved, and we were deadlocked like this.The old man's face became serious, Feng Qi also restrained his smile, and looked at Feng Jin with a frown, but Feng Jin's face was pale after being injured, he did not raise his eyes to look at me, but lowered his eyelids with one hand He clutched his chest and panted.

Although I couldn't see it, I knew that my face must also be ugly.It turns out that Han really didn't lie to me, I really know martial arts, and I'm still such a master that Feng Jin can't even fight back.

"You have recovered your martial arts." The old man said this sentence, but it was not a question, but an affirmative tone.

I didn't answer his words, and I didn't even know what identity and posture I should use to talk to him.There is only one word buzzing in my mind now, and that is "cold".

"I'll just ask once, where is Jiran?" I opened my mouth slowly, the voice was colder than I had ever imagined, "Han, where is it?"

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20. I would rather drink the poison you hid. ...

A city within a city, a mountain outside a mountain.

Undoubtedly, this is a place with beautiful scenery, and ordinary people always like to live in seclusion in such a place of idyllic beauty.

That day, the old man bit his lips with a heavy face, and finally spit out the six-character place name. I never thought that one day I would confront the old man like this.

There is a formation, but it has been broken, and there are messy and numerous footprints on the ground. I am so anxious that I can't care so much. Looking at the wide-open entrance of the formation, I walked in directly.

The sound of fighting in the woods made my heart tremble.I quickened my pace and finally walked out of the woods. Suddenly, I saw a bamboo house in the open space.

The front of the bamboo house was already in a mess, with severed limbs, bloodstains, and several people fighting there.I recognized that figure, it was Mori.

His face was pale, but his eyes were blood red with murderous intent, and the smile that always hangs on his cheeks has disappeared, and he just made sharp moves, directly attacking people's vital points, and fighting with him Several people here are all dressed in dignified and decent clothes.

I seem to have missed something, but I still saw him, that face that appeared in dreams countless times, Han.

His face was pale, even paler than Sen's. Was he injured?Otherwise why didn't he make a move?Only then did I see that in his arms was a man who was as angry as silk, his eyes were tightly closed and his face was bloodless.

Miaomiao?What's up with her?

"Whether your personal grievances or sect entanglements are resolved, those who should come in for treatment will come in for treatment, those who should get out of bed should get out, and those who should die should die. Today you are already dirty. It’s time to go.” An emotionless voice came from the bamboo house, healing?Is he talking about me?I have vaguely guessed that the owner of this voice should be Jiran.

Han seemed to understand the meaning of the words, and looked towards me.I entangled with his eyes, why is there such a complicated look in his eyes?

At this moment, a figure appeared next to me, turned his head, and it turned out to be Taoist Xumei. He smiled, stretched out his hand and gently stroked his beard, "Has the leader not come yet? In this way, today's incident is all To your credit!"

I looked at the sly smile on his lips, what was he talking about?What is my credit?In the end what happened?

"If it wasn't for your medical treatment, that devil wouldn't have lost half of his skill in vain, and released a bowl of blood... The conditions for Jiran's opening are really harsh, but you are really magical, and you can make him I'm so willing to hurt myself for you..." Xumei's words made my heart stagnate. It turned out that his pale face was because of self-harm for me. I moved down and saw his sleeve, which was a deep red, There is also dripping blood falling to the ground along the slender fingers, his eyes are still complicated, and my nose is a little bit acidic...

"But it's also thanks to you. If you hadn't told the lord that the devil would appear here in Jiran, how could we have set up an ambush in advance? Seriously injuring Miao, the head of the Zhishui Hall, is a great achievement, and it should be counted on your head "The sinister smile still hanging on Xumei's face made me want to smash his face with a punch, but I didn't do it because I saw Han's eyes, which gradually became hollow. Hurt and disappointment were mixed in Xumei's words, and he turned into the current empty appearance. He stood up, and Miao's body was limp in his arms like a broken porcelain doll.

I seem to be able to hear the sound of his heart door slamming shut.

His empty eyes just stared at me like that, then he raised his blood-stained left hand and swiped his finger——

"Hiss——" It was the sound of cloth breaking, and the long hair that was tied behind my head suddenly fell apart, and the long black hair like silk satin hung down to my waist, and the broken snow satin scattered on the ground, With crimson plum blossoms, as bright as his blood-stained cuffs... The messy ones are like my broken heart.

Seeing this scene, Xu Mei shrank his neck, as if he was afraid that the target of Han Xu's swipe just now was not his neck.

Han suddenly covered his lips and coughed, blood slipped down between his fingers, presumably he was really angry just now... Would he rather hurt himself more seriously than destroy the snow satin?He clearly knows that this is what I value most...

"Han...I..." I stepped forward to explain, I wanted to explain crazily, but why?Obviously I told the old man myself, didn't I?

But Yao quickly withdrew from the fight and stopped in front of me.Yan and Xin quickly came to Han's side, "Master!" His face had lost any color, and his hands were drooping with no strength. The line of my jaw fell tick-tock onto the skirt of my chest, showing a deep red, which also hurt my heart.And one of his hands was always holding Miaomiao firmly.

I saw him slightly open his lips and said something to Yan and Xin, but I couldn't hear his voice. For the first time, I hated why I couldn't read lips...

Yao standing in front of me, his expression