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Quan Suhuan's face was pale, and his heart was not calmed after being attacked by ghosts. He reluctantly returned a bow and forced a smile, "Thank you for your help, but I never thought that such a disaster would happen at home... just, Master, My big brother, is he dead now?"

Kun Qing stroked his beard, "Being occupied by the incarnation of Xiangshu, naturally disappears, and the soul is also difficult to reincarnate. He can only suffer forever under the evil demon.

Quan Suhuan's face was complicated, but he was definitely not even a little bit happy.

"Okay, I see, Master, let's go back to the villa to rest first, and I will deliver you medicine later."

"Palace Master is polite, Peng Dao retires."

Lu Zhengkang stared at the void, and a soul-ridden soul floated quietly. He was Quan Hongming.

He is like the shade of a tree at noon, mottled with gray stains, but he is still calm.

Quan Hongming looked at Quan Suhuan silently.

He doesn't have much time. Evil fate is pulling him under the upper fate, the depths of the world that no one can see.

Lu Zhengkang bound Quan Hongming with his thoughts.

This lonely soul seemed surprised. He turned his head and looked at Lu Zhengkang. He tried hard to see through his appearance-a sun!

Quan Hongming trembled, and the looking Bodhisattva and the peaceful world evolved in his palm.

"Pray for the Bodhisattva to help the villain!" Quan Hongming weeped, "The villain just wants to say a few more words to the younger sister Quan Suhuan."

Lu Zhengkang waved to him, his soul flew into his palm, the upper edge poured in, Quan Hongming turned into a small light spot, like a white seed covered with gray spots.

Good luck always gives people a ray of life.

And Lu Zhengkang, he is good luck.

Mo Yun came over and asked him, "Now that the matter is resolved, should we go now?"

"You want to take revenge, I will wait for you one day."

"enough."

The swordsman went out with a sword and nodded slightly to Quan Suhuan. As for Ning Baiyi, he pretended not to see it.

Lu Zhengkang looked up at the sky.

This winter is really long.

...

In the middle of the night, the swordsman was walking in the cottage.

His gait is graceful and light, as if walking around a garden, not a den of bandits.

The slashing dragon danced gently like the clear light of a river.

In the last quarter of the moon, standing on a cliff, you can vaguely see the silent and dark silhouettes of the distant villages. The mountains and forests are dead. The cold wind has harvested all the lives that love to cry. Now only ice and snow are the biggest language, and the whisper is absolutely impossible. Not well-meaning.

Every winter, there are some people who can't survive, and their lives disappear silently.

Mo Yun stared at the wilderness with melancholy eyes, and suddenly blocked with his sword.

Ding--

An iron dart that struck silently was opened, spinning, reflecting the blue light, and falling into the cliff without a trace.

The swordsman whispered, "So anxious to die?"

Behind, stood a man wearing a cloth, with a fierce look, gritted his teeth, "The brothers in the village were killed by you. Tonight, I will die with you!"

"You came too late, it was too late for me, but fortunately, this sky full of moonlight is very pleasing to me."

Mo Yun turned his head and looked at the other person's familiar face, and his face was clearly visible in the moonlight.

"It's you! You are not dead!"

"Very unexpected? That's right." The swordsman smiled, his eyes cold, "This is the reason for your defeat."

The man dressed as the farmer was one of the gangsters who attacked Mo Yun behind the scenes that day.

"Okay! Today is nothing more than killing you again! What's the problem." After speaking, he took out a medicine bottle from his waist, opened the cork, and slammed it towards Mo Yun.

Large swarms of poison powder spilled like a thick cloud, and Mo Yun sighed lightly: "The method of poisoning is so clumsy. It's a pity that these are good poisons!"

He was short and pierced through the poisonous fog, and was facing a pair of red palms, the heat was like a soldering iron.

"Fulongtan Bone Forging Fist? The heat is not bad!"

His light and fluttering comments are condescending and make his opponent extremely angry.

The thief couldn't hit him at all, just like the other bandits.

This was a battle without suspense, and it should have been a battle without suspense when he came to suppress the bandits.

It's a pity that he was hit three times behind.

An unnecessary humiliation, an unnecessary injury.

This humiliation, Mo Yun wants them to truly empathize!

The moonlight is faint.

The numb bandit, panting, stood still.

The long sword pierced his chest lightly.

He fell to the ground, twitching a few times, blood wet the ground.

What a lonely mountain, rocky and undulating, now there is a river, a river of blood.

One hundred and thirty-four people, no less than half.

They are gurgling fountains of blood, falling everywhere.

These flowing, dry Yinhong liquids slid down the mountain, washing away the sin and humiliation.

The mountain is weeping blood, the swordsman is silent.

Mo Yun found his belongings.

Can sword, Yuqin, token.

In addition, some gold and silver were found.