Chapter 1170

Think about Ouyang Xiasha's madness before, LAN Zixi's heart so far, even if he has seen Xiasha successfully through the adversity thunder, there is still a faint fear and fear.

If put in the past, LAN Zixi can cheat herself. She comforts herself by saying that Xiasha is so impulsive because she is young and doesn't understand. She never cares about the consequences. But now, the girl has accepted the power of inheritance. Even if she doesn't absorb the power of inheritance, she should clearly know the consequences of the exhaustion of spiritual power, but she can't If he still chooses a way to get through to the end, he has to feel scared and angry.

Fear is because you care, anger is because you care, if you don't care, who will go to a don't care, irrelevant people painstakingly move mind, waste emotion?

But what LAN Zixi can't let go of is, didn't the girl think that if she had an accident, would everyone feel better? Will people saved by her feel better? Will he feel better?

Has this girl never considered other people's thoughts? Unless she doesn't care. At the thought of this possibility, LAN Zixi's body suddenly became stiff, and his heart was extremely uncomfortable. But at the thought of Xia Sha still in danger, LAN Zixi's melancholy carefully thought, then instantly disappeared without a trace.

But fortunately, this girl even good luck is frightening, really don't know, he should say that this girl is good luck against the sky? Or should she be too prescient?

But Xia Sha girl passed through the dangerous period, LAN Zixi's little depressed mind naturally came out again, and she made up her mind to talk to this girl after the event, which was quite meaningful.

LAN Zixi, who was wandering in the sky, was suddenly told by master Xiahou Huan, "God bless my Xiahou's home, and heaven will not perish my Xiahou's home! Indeed, it is "the return of the spirit, the thunder against the sky, the nirvana of the Phoenix, the unity of the vastness!" Surprised to come back, then is Xia Hou Huan some excitement, some of the laughter.

"What do you mean, old man?" LAN Zixi listened to Xia houhuan's words and asked in horror. He didn't know why. After listening to Xia houhuan's words, he always felt that he had entered other people's chess game and became a human chess piece. To be honest, it's not good to feel that your destiny is being played with by others.

Lanzixi is the most powerful existence in the vastness. Who can play with his fate, even sanzun? At the thought of this, lanzixi's back is wet.

"What about it?" Hearing LAN Zixi's question, he saw that he had never been surprised in the world. At one time, he thought that Lan Zixi was a facial paralysis. He seldom showed that he was a little frightened. Xia houhuan knew that there seemed to be something wrong with it. He looked at LAN Zixi thoughtfully, then immediately put away the smile on his face, muttered to himself and recalled it seriously The scene of that year.

"Speaking of this, we should start from the year when the rebellion happened in the Xiahou family. In that year, I lost my father, son, daughter-in-law, and my so-called wife. I was in a very depressed mood. I had trouble sleeping and eating every day. I had many worries. As soon as I closed my eyes, I would think of their tragic appearance when they died. I was so depressed that I couldn't get up Finally, Ying'er advised me to go to the Huguo temple to spend a good time for them, and also listened to the master's homework, so that I could get rid of this knot as soon as possible. " Xia houhuan recalled every bit of his life, and suddenly found that Ying'er's kindness to himself had already penetrated into every aspect of his life. As long as he paid a little attention, he would find that it was different. After all, if she was just a subordinate and a sideline, how could she spend so much time for you? All the time reflects her tenderness, her carefulness? It's just that he was too old-fashioned, too dull, and too slow, so he missed so many years and killed Yinger. Xia houhuan stared at Xia Houying with guilt as he told the story of that year.