Chapter 547

She looked at Qi Xuan, who was sitting in the corner with his eyes closed. Even if his face was covered with stains, his contour was still as handsome as a knife. Especially after these days of experience, his face became thinner and thinner, but showed a bit of perseverance, and he became more tolerant and disguised. Sometimes when he sat in the temple, he was silent, and no one could notice his existence.

"Master, why don't you rest?" As she was thinking, his voice came to her ears.

Qi Xuan's eyes were still closed, and the moon was shining on his face. He didn't move, as if he had entered deep sleep. But Tang Xiaotang knew that he wasn't asleep.

"You don't have a rest." She replied lazily.

"I can't sleep, master." He opened his eyes and looked at the lonely moon in the distance. Tang Xiaotang felt that he was suddenly lonely.

She listened quietly without interrupting.

"I think I'm becoming more and more strange, master," the moonlight was blocked by a cloud, and his face fell into a shadow: "master, do you think that one day, I will become a stranger to myself?"

"People always change." Tang Xiaotang replied.

Qi Xuan did not speak.

"If I change, master, will you still be with me like today?"

After a long time, Tang Xiaotang heard Qi Xuan's deep voice.

She was not sure whether the gloom she heard from him at that moment was true. Maybe it was the events of that day that really left a psychological shadow on him. In short, Qi Xuan seemed to have a sign of blackening.

"Yes."

She repressed the thought that came to her mind and nodded, "yes."

Anyway, let's calm him down.

Besides, she didn't lie. She couldn't leave until the task was finished.

The dark clouds were blown away by the wind, and the moonlight lit up the night sky again. Qi Xuan suddenly burst into a shallow smile, and his tone returned to the previous appearance: "thank you, master."

After that day, Qi Xuan's performance went back to the day before watching the beheading. His expression and tone of speaking to Tang Xiaotang were the same as before.

On the surface, at least, it's the same as before.

Tang Xiaotang's heart is not relaxed because she can't feel Qi Xuan's emotion any more. He's not like what he shows.

He hid everything in his heart and refused anyone to pry.

Including her.

However, there was nothing wrong with this. On the contrary, Qi Xuan made people more convinced of him, and he became more calm and skilled in doing things.

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the night is deep and everything falls into a dream.

But not all creatures are asleep.

After discussing with Huang Yu about yushizhai, he stepped back to the temple in the moonlight. Just as he was about to enter the threshold, he heard a low voice.

"I see it."

He looked back, only to see in front of the temple after a clump of posts, slowly out of a tall figure, a burning man slowly appeared in the moonlight.

The man's deep voice reverberated in the night, and his eyes were shining even in the dark.

He didn't change his face, and even his eyes didn't move for a moment: "I don't understand what you say."

"Where have you been?" The man walked into Qi Xuan slowly, and he covered the whole shadow.

This man is more than seven feet tall, which is already tall among the ancient men. However, this man is half a head taller than him. Moreover, his figure is incomparably strong compared with Qi Xuan's slender. Usually he can't see it when he sits there. Now when he comes near, the feeling of oppression is like a hill.

But he didn't panic. He didn't even change his expression. He just said in a very light voice, "I'm afraid it's nothing to do with you."

"Keep your voice down. Don't wake the others up." As if to think of something, his mouth raised a very shallow arc, the man somehow, subconsciously put down the volume.

"Are you Qi Xuan?"

The man's eyes are heavy looking at him, what is flashing at the bottom of his eyes, he only takes a look back.

"I'm sorry, sir. I have the wrong person." He turned and walked on.

There was no voice behind him. The man stood still. As for what he was thinking, he didn't want to know.

"Qi Xuan, don't you want to know how your grandfather died?"

Just as he was about to enter the broken temple with one foot, a man's clear voice came from behind. His voice was not big, but it was heavy. It was very clear in the night, like a stone hitting his chest.

Stroking his chest, his face was expressionless, and he continued to move forward without any pause. The cold, emotionless voice slowly rang out: "I don't want to."

The man behind him looks surprised. He never thought that this man would be so cold and heartless. But in the daytime, he is not like this...

"Qi Xuan! You -- "the voice increases unconsciously, but the next moment, he chokes on his throat in the cold sight of the man.What a terrible look in his eyes, so cold and deep, as if what he was looking at was not a person at all, but a mole ant.

But the next moment, his eyes suddenly returned to calm, even with a smile, as if in an instant for another person: "say, in the end, who are you?"

Being watched by the eyes that seem to see through everything, the man somehow has the feeling of picking up a life.

At that moment, even if he had seen the real corpse, he felt the deep suffocation in his eyes. There seems to be a bottomless hole in his eyes, which can devour all the darkness.

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