At first glance, this stone slab is no different from the one on that day.

Under the circumstances of that day, Zhao Wanxi couldn't protect herself. She didn't have a chance to pay attention to the details at all, but she was just in a hurry.

I can't tell the real from the fake.

But there is a strange feeling in the subconscious, which is not clear.

After studying for a long time, she finally shook her head.

"Forget it."

The night roars the sky already died, the corpse bone does not exist, after all is not, also no longer so important.

"It's not a good thing. Destroy it."

With that, he hesitated for a few seconds, and his face was sad.

"And the people who died in vain..."

"Don't worry, they'll take care of it."

"Well."

Now that someone has dealt with it, she doesn't have to worry about the rest.

But in my heart, it's still blocked.

"You said he..."

How did you choose such a tragic way to die?

Anyway, he has a son. According to Leng junao's character, he may not be able to break up the night roaring sky. At least he should give night FengChen a chance to collect the corpse and be filial.

Want to sigh, the face unconsciously took a bit sad.

Close at hand, Leng junao naturally noticed it very quickly.

"What's the matter?"

Still immersed in his own thoughts, Zhao Wanxi, who is led by Leng junao, unconsciously speaks out her true thoughts, but she doesn't feel it at all. Leng junao's face suddenly changes.

"It's nothing. It's just that night roaring is a little extreme.

It is said that death is like a lamp out, but he can't live in peace. Since he still has the chance to live in peace, why should he give up?

At least yefengchen won't let him... "

Let alone Cangzhou encounter night Phoenix dust father and son is unexpected, even the death of night Xiaotian, also not in Zhao Wanxi expected.

Anyway, he was a hero. He said what a bloody storm he wanted to set off here. Unexpectedly, he died like this.

It seems to be logical, but it's strange.

And that kind of strange, always let Zhao Wanxi heart faint uneasy, that kind of always feel suddenly between oneself seem to ignore what important information feeling, back.

It's a pity that I can't grasp that idea, and I feel uncomfortable and tangled.

On the other side, it's also a sigh.

Yexiaotian is dead. Yefengchen must be very uncomfortable, right?

He didn't show up until the last moment and didn't know the bad news. When will he know?

It's just that he can't live by his own sin. The end of night roaring sky is entirely his own. No wonder they are.

But

"Ah, I feel like flame island..."

Not so peaceful.

What I fear most is this. Flame island is not only geographically located, but also special.

He has the core drawings of precision weapons and has contacts with several countries.

Such a person, according to Zhao Wanxi's world view, is clearly the arms dealer of later generations.

It's a deadly existence.

Now that they are involved in Nanlin's internal affairs, they may have done something else.

Looking at her worried appearance, Leng junao misunderstood her meaning.

Especially just at the end, Zhao Wanxi also whispered the name of yefengchen.

Three simple words, invisible, will pull him into some unpleasant memories.

Only way is she is still worrying about night Phoenix dust, cold Jun roam in the heart don't say how unhappy.

But I can't say it directly.