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A sudden gust of cold wind brought a chill to the empty courtyard. It was a bloody mess, the bodies of dozens of men sprawled on the ground, blood in their hands, broom and staff in their hands. A few of them had been cut in half before they could even draw their weapons out. What was more appalling was that these corpses were arranged in a row, and the depth of the fatal wounds were of the same depth. The blade's force continued to pierce through the bodies of the dozens of people, and only then did the wide trunk of the wintersweet tree in the corner of the courtyard break.

His legs were weak and muddy, but after thinking about it carefully, the biggest evil thing he had done over the past ten years was just to coax money. With a debt to pay, this monster couldn't find him even if it wanted to seek revenge. Although what he said was true, the lives in front of these corpses caused Wen Ye's face to turn deathly pale and his lips to tremble.

She slowly turned her head. The person who came was wearing a raincoat, with a treasured sword that covered his entire body, and a crimson black robe that had traces of being wet. Behind him, a cute little head peeked out and looked at the mess in the courtyard, as she covered her mouth in shock. Soon after, he rubbed his eyes and realized that this little girl was not Raksha, although her age was similar, Little Raksha was much more adorable than her. The little girl in front of him looked very old, as if she was from the mortal world, but the corpses that littered the floor did not show any signs of fear.

Although the swords of the two were not unsheathed, the murderous atmosphere still made Wen Ye's entire body turn cold. He did not want to stay here, looking at their unfriendly eyes, Wen Ye was afraid that the two of them might have a bad fight and so he mumbled: "Lend it to me, I'll throw up outside." As a result, the White-haired Devil also took action. Even when the two walked out of the entrance of the Western Liangshan Estate, Pei Yanhui remained silent. Caiyi opened her mouth and asked, "Why did you let them go?"

Pei Yanhui's expression did not change as he stared at the wound on his body, "It's a blade wound, not a sword wound. A single slash killed him, yet there's still some lingering power. There's no one else in this world besides him."

Cai Yi tilted her head and asked, "Who is he?"

Pei Yan turned around and did not answer, walking silently as if he had just arrived. Cai Yi then took small steps to the side as she chattered, "If they're dead, then so be it. I don't have any impression of them, and I don't even have any kinship with them. I can wash and cook, do household chores, and also sing along the way. Uncle doesn't have to be lonely anymore …"

At night, Pei Yan returned to the Solitary Drunk High Tower. Three days later, the final battle was the one in which Pei Yan returned to his heart, causing him to bleed profusely. It was the first time he had thought of running away, but his pride did not allow it. In a daze, he felt as if he had returned to his old home, where the wooden swords competed with each other. Unfortunately, what once stood between a single person and a single person was an insurmountable chasm, and the chasm was filled with sins known as' murdering one's teacher '.

Only the bright moon in the sky was pure white. Pei Yanhui touched his eyes and wiped away his tears. He did not know why his tears never stopped. Even when he was accused by thousands of people and injured by thousands, he did not cry. As if he could feel his master's grief, the Monarch who was inserted diagonally into the gravel let out a sword hum. At the end of the room, a cute little face stuck its head out. Wrapped in plain clothes, it was cold to the point that it was trembling. It walked on top of the wet rubble while trembling in fear.

She sat down and turned around, frowning discontentedly as she said, "Don't you always drink without a drop of wine? Why are you so drunk these days?"

Pei Yan replied without a word. After a long time, she forced a smile and said, "Because alcohol can relieve your worries."

Caiyi asked, "What are you worried about? But after being worried for three days, are we going to have a life-and-death battle with him? "

The corner of Pei Yan's mouth lifted slightly as he placed his right palm on Jun Nannan's, "Do you know that I have found the real murderer?"

Cai Yi knew that he had a tragic past, but he did not know anything about the past. He sighed and said to Nan Nan with his little face, "I have shared the 18 Hells of Hell with Luosha, and in the Immortal Realm, I have lightly moved my lotus sleeves, but there is nothing that can be done! Can you tell me your story? This time, do not refuse! "

Cai Yi's eyes were extremely clear. Pei Yan recalled the youth who had the same pair of eyes back then. The normally meticulous Qin Lie was stunned for a moment as he faintly turned his head. Cai Yi did not question him any further and only quietly looked at the sharp side of his face.

Pei Yan replied softly, "The story is very long. If you are willing to listen, I will start from the end of the world …"

"..."

The drizzle was a heavenly gift to the newborn youth, but to those who had roamed the world, this dew had wet the only comfortable clothing that could be worn. On both sides of the long and narrow path were the tender green leaves that had just emerged from the ground and greedily absorbed the nutrients. On the leaves, there were even droplets of rain that did not have enough time to fall.

He kept turning his head to look behind him, and the red tint behind him could be clearly seen. The 3000 strands of white silk gave off a strange and evil impression on the woman's pretty face as she strolled leisurely. With a bit of confusion and cold gaze, she hurriedly walked along the small path in front, calling out: "Hey, where are you going?"

When he thought back to the past, he could not help but feel a chill run through his entire body. This line of business also made Wen Ye understand that "Accompanying a tiger with the king" and "killing the blood shadow of the Jiang Hu" often happened in an instant. This strong martial artist would not be able to stay any longer with a weak little Taoist like him, and if he were to stay by the side of the white-haired demon, then it was unknown when he would die like those corpses.

"Come on." The white-haired devil snorted coldly, "How can I not know what kind of temper you have? You were scared out of your wits and wanted to get rid of me. If you don't want to travel with me, then take this item. If you encounter trouble in the future, or if you want to take back the money, then bring this item to me. "

Wen Ye frowned as he looked at Shang Wanjun who had turned around, and felt somewhat regretful in his heart. This woman did not seem to be easy to get along with, but her mind was much more meticulous than Ye Su's, from the Cyan Plains onwards, she seemed to be completely alone, dragging her evil treasure sword as she called out, "Hey, where are you going?"

Without turning her head, only her voice could be heard, "Go and do what I have to do."

"What should I do?"

Shang Wanjun said, "Bring this sword to where it should go."

Wenye opened his mouth to ask more, but Shang Wanjun moved extremely quickly, and in just three breaths' time, she reached the extreme limits of Wenye. Wenye stood quietly for a long time, playing with the exquisite little whistle in his palm, and said to himself in an extremely awkward tone, "It's none of my business whether she's dead or alive, right, Little …"

Wen Ye lowered her head and looked to her side, but there was nothing by her side. The little demoness who only knew how to reverse the tune had left for seven days, while the girl who played with dual blades had also left for more than half a month. An inexplicable wind blew, stirring up Wen Ye's thin clothes. Wen Ye lowered his head and bitterly smiled twice. He put Linglong's little whistle under his clothes, then looked up at the tender green Nan Nan and asked: "What's so sad about that?" "However, this is just like what happens in the mountains below."