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Luo Chang said that March was not just about An Hongdou's delivery. Because he had made a secret decision, the mother and son would be safe at that time, and Li Xingyun and senior Tiandao were in charge of the academy, so he would have no worries.

Whether it is Double Ninth Festival, Yue and Mo Xiangqi, if you want to kill Di Wulei, you will join forces to murder and kill him.

However, as comrades and brothers, how could Yue and the other two not see what Luo Changfeng thought?

When the night sky flew over the meteor, he gave the most sincere blessings to his nephew whom he had never met. It may seem a bit shabby, but it is the most precious thing he has now, except Mo Xiangqian. His sincere and sincere nature is unreserved.

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Then, it's time to leave.

He and Mo Xiangqi really left.

...

Another rainy night.

The weather became colder, the wind became severe, and the water became colder.

It would not be a comfortable thing to sprinkle cold water on your body, no matter who is drunk and dreaming, who is rudely awakened, not to mention that it would be uncomfortable to be trapped in prison.

But Nancy Han still chose to smile. Because for him, nothing can make him rely on than the miserable life in front of him.

Yes, he is escaping reality.

Only in this way can he survive without caring about the past because he did not think about the future results... The person who came was naturally Weiyangsheng who was the king of Dongchu.

Wei Yangsheng stood in front of Nancy Han with his hands behind his back.

The wind outside the high window stirs the dark candle flames. Such a cold, humid and odorous place, it is naturally unacceptable to the Confucian generals like Weiyangsheng.

He closed his clothes and looked at Nancy Han who had fallen to this point and said, "There is a news that you probably haven't heard of yet."

Nancy Han, who was tied to her handcuffs and ankle chains, sorted out the messy hair, picked up the bowl on the lamp table, looked at the mixed water for a while, smiled bitterly, and drank several times: "Let me guess, but the King of Ming Dynasty

Zeyu is trapped in the Imperial Alliance?"

Wei Yang was surprised.

I thought to myself if Su Xiaofan had not secretly told the whereabouts of the Ming King, and that he was still kept in the dark and Nancy Han was trapped here, where did he know? Could it be that he was the secret chess of Di Wulei from beginning to end?

Nancy Han saw Wei Yangsheng pondering and said, "It seems that I guessed it right."

Wei Yangsheng said: "You may know some secret things that I have never known, but the news I want to say is not about King Ming, but about you."

"I? I was imprisoned and imprisoned. What can I do if I am worth your personal trip?"

"Nan Xixi and Chen Yuanyuan come out, don't you want to know the final result?"

"The two saints who are in power in the realm join forces will never bury their bones in a foreign land. No matter how difficult the two worlds are, the outcome can be imagined."

"I really can't bury my bones in a foreign land."

Nancy Han smiled contemptuously and said nothing.

Wei Yangsheng continued: "There is no need for those who have no bones."

Nancy Han's dirty face gradually solidified. He stared at Wei Yangsheng's eyes for a long time, and suddenly stood up: "This joke is a bit dangerous."

Wei Yangsheng turned around and said with his back to his back: "Whether you are kidding or not, you can verify it as long as you walk out of this cell."

Nancy Han began to feel a little uneasy.

He had no reason to doubt the cultivation level of his grandfather and grandmother, let alone the two saints joined forces. However, when he thought of the mystery of Double Ninth Festival, the strangeness of Qingyi's sophistry, and Luo Changfeng's strength that seemed to never be able to explore the depth... many factors gathered, which made him unable to do so.

Don't worry.

The concern in his heart could not be seen through by his opponent. Nancy Han's eyes were covered with blood-like red sneering: "Actually, I have some news, about Shen Tianxin, do you want to listen?"

Before Wei Yangsheng could answer, Nancy Han approached and whispered in the latter's ear: "That night could not control himself, as if he offended Miss Chen. Do you think Jun Zeyu would go crazy if he knew about this? ?”

Nancy Han stepped back, looked at Wei Yang's decisive face and laughed loudly: "No gift!"

Wei Yang was angry, but he didn't take action. Because he seemed to understand something, such as the reason why Di Xuan Shisan, who was so energetic in the past, came to the drunken prisoner before him.

There is nothing more than killing people. Nancy Han was dead. He no longer needed to kill the walking corpse's body!

Wei Yangsheng left the prison.

The night rain has not stopped, even more fierce than half an hour ago.

In the cold and dark cell, Nancy Han leaned against the wet wall, staring at the faintly swaying lights in a daze. After a war between heaven and man in his heart, he finally made a choice.

He combed his scattered hair with his hands and carefully tied it with his hairpin. He stood up and patted the dust on his body, tied his clothes, and then secretly evaporated the remaining moisture on his body, and broke the chains that bound his hands and feet.

He walked to the door of the iron prison, held the steel lock, and the moment he let go of his hand, the lock turned into powder and sprinkled.

He pushed the door open.

Dozens of masters with excellent cultivation in the eight hundred sects and many prisoners rushed to the scene.

How could these people stop Nancy Han? He stepped over the last corpse with his eyes closed, and Nancy Han had no more shackles to tie him up.

It was dark on rainy nights and no one knew where he went.

...

Yellow sand flying roll.

The boy with a broken fur and old jacket was holding a hare in his hand, leaving a row of long footprints in the desert.

His name is Hu Lai, he is sixteen years old, a native boy in Feijia Town.

Rough face, cracked lips, white teeth, bright eyes. Of course, the most worth mentioning is the old bow and short blade behind him who was regarded as treasured by his father. If not, hunting with bare hands in the desert would be Some difficulty.

Because he is not a practitioner...

Although Feijia Town is adjacent to Longmen Town, it is in the sky, which is often separated by dozens of miles of desert, but it is not affected by the mixed world of Longmen Town.

It's very deserted here.

The sparse house tents are staggered and there is no sign of order, and the scattered figures are even more empty. Except for the wind and sand that rises from time to time, there is no sound in the quiet.

This small town is like the setting sun in the desert, as if it will sleep forever in the galaxy at any time.

...

Hu Lai returned home, lifted up the tent, hung up the game in his hand, then walked to the wooden barrel, scooped a scoop of water with a melon scoop, broke it out of the tent and squatted beside a stone, washed his cheeks and Hands.

A woman appeared behind her and handed her a thick towel.

Hu Lai took the thick towel and wiped his cheek casually: "My mother, is that person awake?"

The woman walked behind the boy and took off the old bow and short blade for him: "Look at the injury, I'm afraid it will be difficult to wake up in a while."

The boy seemed a little disappointed: "It seems that he can only wait tomorrow to beg my father to hire a doctor from Longmen Town to take care of the doctor."

The woman took off her old jacket for the boy: "Where did you pick this person up? Judging from her outfit, it is probably a disaster. Come on, why don't you wait for your father to come home and report to the head of the town?"

"My grandma is too cautious. Merchants from Longmen Town often say that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. In this great desert, although the child has never seen the Buddhist pagoda, Hearing that Mount Sumeru is hidden in the west of the sky, maybe one day the gods and Buddhas appear, and they happen to encounter a child doing good deeds every day? Then the Buddha's holy heart is happy and touches her eyebrows lightly, and the child will truly embark on the path of practice. "The boy had beautiful fantasies and walked into the tent while talking.