The villain has a white moonlight

And on that cliff, the mountain wind was steep and cold, and the person standing standing with a flute was dressed in a green uniform, his long black hair was loosely tied with a light blue hair rope, and it was pouring lazily and blurred down his back, blowing in the wind. Flying and flaunting, Guanyu frowned slightly, raised her hand and tried to play the ghost flute again, but her blood was churning, and a mouthful of salty water rushed to her throat, but the song couldn't be played in the end.

"Brother Quan, forget it, the bone dragon is dead, there is no need to waste energy." The man in green clothes stepped forward and put on a ferret cape for him: "It's too cold on this cliff, your body can't stand it." Yes, let's go back to the city."

Mr. Huang Quan raised his hand to wipe away the blood at the corner of his mouth, his expression was calm, his eyes fell on the red flame burning in the green expanse, and his voice was calm and calm: "Feng, am I really worse than him?"

"Brother Quan, my lord, it's not like that. You are not a ghost cultivator, so it's only natural that you can't use this flute." Luo Yafeng chuckled twice: "Let's go, go back first, you should drink the medicine."

Huang Quanjun handed the flute to Luo Yafeng, raised his hand and rubbed the corners of his brows: "You go first."

Before he finished speaking, a long sword with red light was pressed on his shoulder, the sharp blade reached his neck, Luo Yafeng recognized that it was the Vermilion Bird Sword, and when he looked back, the person who came was really King Jiling of the Langya Wang clan Huan.

Luo Yafeng raised his eyebrows: "Hey! Long time no see, Sect Master Wang. You just recovered from a serious illness and want to burn yourself to illuminate others for this world of cultivation?"

"The person who played the flute on Lianwu Mountain that day was also you, Mr. Huang Quan." Wang Huan didn't ask, but pointed.

"I feel like I've been neglected," Luo Yafeng said with a smile, Wang Huan gave him a cold look, shrugged his shoulders, turned around and left: "Brother Quan, I'll take a step back, come back early, Dalihua and I will wait for you to eat. "

"Back off." Mr. Huang Quan waved his hand.

Luo Yafeng left the scene at the speed of the wind, and the figure of Peacock Cui Yuyi disappeared in the shade of the forest. Mr. Huang Quan didn't turn around, and said calmly, "It's me."

"The purpose of you and Ghost City." Wang Huan's voice was cold, without any emotion.

"What else is the purpose?" Huang Quanjun nodded, and laughed softly: "Naturally, it is to make this cultivation world never have a peaceful day."

"How long do you think this turmoil will last?"

"I don't care, but wherever I set foot, there will be flames of war. My life will never end, and the turmoil will not stop. That's enough."

"Ha." Wang Huan laughed, the meaning was unclear, "You came here for revenge."

"Well, it's too boring to live. As an outsider, witnessing human nature, and chatting to please yourself," the smile on the corners of Huang Quanjun's lips deepened: "In the Golden Crane game, the so-called upright people kill and kill each other. How much, Ji Lingjun, you know better than me."

"Human nature is inherently complicated, Mr. Huang Quan should understand this truth."

"It's one thing to understand, another thing to experience it, and another thing to watch a play." Huang Quanjun sneered twice: "I'm a little curious, how does Ji Lingjun feel about the experience of not returning to the cliff?"

"No sense."

"Is it really indifferent, or is it disheartened? The weak always want to be rescued and sheltered, but they can abandon those who sheltered them without hesitation when disaster strikes. They take your sacrifice for granted. Ants never need to make choices. Think, because it is far easier for them to sacrifice others than themselves. The person who sacrifices is not themselves. They can hide in the group and continue to act in the name of justice. But whether you live or die has nothing to do with them .”

The cold wind blew over the cliff, the man's black hair was flying, and the sable velvet cloak and green clothes on his body were blown to pieces. The whole person was like a lonely blue bird that had long lost the favor of luck, and like a desolate grass that was about to wither in autumn.

"I don't feel it, I just don't feel it," Wang Huan said in a flat tone, "It's Mr. Huang Quan who weeps and tears his heart out, which makes Huan a little moved."

"But Ji Lingjun still chooses the opposite position to me."

"Any questions?"

"No problem, I'm happy to witness the birth of a hero," Mr. Huang Quan stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze still fixed on the sea of ​​flames, the beating flames reflected in his light brown pupils, shining with excitement, "Witness with my own eyes Heroes die."

"You can't wait for that day."

"Ji Lingjun wants to kill me now?" Huang Quanjun turned around, walked to Wang Huan, turned his face, and whispered in the ear of the young man in Suzaku clothes: "I also know the secret under the blood pool..."

After finishing speaking, he took a few steps back and stood opposite Wang Huan, with a cold smile in his eyes.

Wang Huan tightened his grip on the sword, his expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly, "It doesn't matter if it's public."

"Yes, when the situation was pressing, the 1000 people died voluntarily, but rumors are far easier to accept than the truth. Few people are willing to take the time to learn the whole truth. The mediocre are always used to judging others by themselves. You will Be crucified and become a tyrant who easily sacrifices others for his own high position."

"Oh, so what?"

Mr. Huang Quan put his hand behind his back and said with great interest: "Ji Ling-jun is not a person who seeks fame and reputation, and he doesn't care about gossip, but there are two people who you care about very much. One, who has died, and the other, whose heart is still on the dead person, is why you care." Yes, it’s what these two think, it’s a pity.”

"Shut up." Wang Huan frowned slightly, and he scolded, already slightly angry.

"It's really rare to be able to provoke Ji Lingjun's anger." The cold wind howled on the cliff, and Huang Quanjun wrapped his cloak tightly: "After I die, the ghost market will immediately disclose the relationship between the cloud piercing arrow and the blood pond, and guide public opinion. You can watch for yourself... ..."

The unfinished words have been silenced with the split body, and the brilliance of Suzaku's long sword is fully displayed, and it is not stained by a drop of blood.

"The provocations and threats of the ghost market are nothing new," said the young man with the sword, his stern face was indifferent, and his tone was flat: "I also invite Mr. Huang Quan to face you with your real body next time."

The corpse fell, raising a puff of smoke and dust. After the dust settled, what lay on the cloak was a wooden puppet about a foot long. The carving was rough, and the torso and facial features of a human figure were roughly carved, and it had been broken into two pieces.

A fragment of the dust viewing mirror floated up from the puppet and landed in Wang Huan's palm.

Putting the Suzaku back into its sheath, Wang Huan glanced at the pagoda tree puppet and walked away. The cold wind suddenly picked up, and a gorgeous Suzaku robe was flying in the biting cold wind. The brown-red long hair under the golden-winged bird's crown Dancing wildly, the self-confidence and arrogance will not be reduced by half.

Luo Yafeng, who hid in the bushes and watched the battle from a distance, jumped down from the big locust tree, walked up to the wooden puppet, knelt down, and poked the ugly little puppet with his index finger: "Brother Quan, you don't like me, Fortunately, I know you are afraid of the cold, so I sent you a cloak."

He sighed again: "But relying on the Silk Pulling Gu to manipulate this puppet, your body will probably be seriously injured, why do you force yourself? Hey."

Shaking his head, he put the two halves of the puppets into his sleeves, got up and left.

In the mansion of Huang Quanjun in Yanmo City, a dark room was silent, surrounded by light smoke, and the incense exuded a lingering and beautiful atmosphere. The man in Tsing Yi closed his eyes and crossed his knees, with his hands in a mudra, thin sweat oozing from his forehead, and the idol standing in the earth basin in front of him The person swayed twice, and finally there was a click, and it broke in two. Mr. Huang Quan also vomited red on the spot, unable to support the ground, panting slightly, his body trembling uncontrollably.

The Jixin Nu who was standing outside broke through the curtain, hurried to Mr. Huang Quan, knelt down and offered a small silver bottle with both hands: "Xiao...my lord, the medicine, the medicine is here, drink it quickly."

Mr. Huang Quan snatched the medicine bottle and drank it with his head up. Ji Xin Nu, with trembling hands, used a handkerchief to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, but the other party raised his hand and blocked it heavily.

"Go out." Huang Quanjun said coldly, and began to close his eyes and breathe out.

Jixinnu held the handkerchief, lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "Yes."

Then he got up and retreated to the outside. Just as he opened the curtain, he heard the man say again: "This time, there is a box of Penglai ginseng in the tribute below, and someone sent it to Yilan Fangfei."

Jixinnu's gloomy eyes lit up instantly, and he was a little flattered and said: "Yes, is it for me?"

The other party ignored her, but everyone in the ghost market knew that Yilan Fangfei was the yard of Manzhushahua Jixinnu, and the things delivered to her residence were naturally for her.

The girl's mood improved a lot, and her steps became brisk when she left.

The bright yellow figure disappeared behind the bead curtain. After the sound of footsteps went away, Mr. Huang Quan opened his eyes, frowned slightly, and raised his hand to touch the teardrop-shaped earrings.

After a while, a series of unanswered messages popped up over there, which was naturally sent by Luo Yafeng who had the same earring: "Brother Quan, are you there, Brother Quan, Brother Quan, if you are there, tell me, Brother Quan Come on, Brother Quan, come back to me, Brother Quan, Brother Quan... like a mirror, a flower shadow falling into the wind, calling for the lord, is the lord there, is the lord..."

Mr. Huang Quan rubbed his temples, patiently listened to the call of the summer cicada, and then replied: "Yes, what's the matter?"

"Brother Quan, you finally came back to my Liao! Why did you don't like me again? Why didn't you tell me when you were in the city, and made me go to Hongze Lake for nothing."

"Is that what you want to tell me?"

"My lord, how is your health? Is there any serious problem?"

"Shang'an." Mr. Huang Quan raised his hand and put on the earrings.

"Hey, hey, no, my lord, don't hang up the phone, I have business to do!"

"please say."

"I was put in a sack."

"...Are you kidding me? Like a flower in a mirror."

"Master, don't be angry, I'm not that weak, but this time the person who plotted against me behind my back is a master, and I didn't even notice that he was close to me. Except for Wang Huan, this is the only person." Luo Yafeng knew that once his full name was called, he would It means that Mr. Huang Quan is displeased, so he hurriedly explained it seriously.

"What's going on with you now?"

"After I was knocked out, I was given sweat medicine. However, the medicine didn't do much for me, but the taste was too fucking unpleasant. My tongue is still numb."

"It's hard work, keep going." Mr. Huang Quan said lightly.

"I'm in a carriage right now. I'm packed in a sack, my eyes are black and I can't see anything. There are no less than ten horses' hooves outside. The road is so bumpy that it should be a mountain road." No, I can deal with the dozen or so miscellaneous fish outside, so I want to ask my lord’s opinion, should I break their necks and go back to the city now, or should I stay and risk my life and go deep into the enemy’s nest and end their lair?”

"Keep."