Getting stronger starts with owning the system

"You can't fight, it's useless to tell you, Tu Tian is sad, anyway, he won in the end."

Yun Fan said casually, he walked out of the gate of the inn and found that the traces of the heavy rain last night had long since disappeared.

Only the appearance of a few nearby houses turned into ruins, and the broken bluestone slabs also proved the thrilling last night.

"Those martial artists, and Huo Xuanlang's body?"

"It's been cleaned up by the uncle." Li Weirou walked over and waved her sleeves, her lips squeezed out "shoo!" imitating Mu Cangxun's appearance at the time, "He flicked his sleeves, and the bodies of those people disappeared in the wind. No trace."

Yun Fan nodded slightly, a little regretful, "I originally wanted to hand over those corpses to the guardian. It happened to be evidence that the Wang family hired murderers. This time the guard will never tolerate her anymore. At this time, I will reveal the beautiful Lou added news of Afurong to the food, and she will definitely die."

At this time, Li Weirou suddenly said, "Afan, don't regret it. I heard passers-by say that the Jia Mansion that has been against you was all dead last night."

Yun Fan's pupils shrank, the size of a pin-head, quite shocked, and said: "Dead?"

He subconsciously looked at the door curtain across the backyard, and only heard a gentle voice from it, "I don't like killing."

Hearing Mu Cangxun's answer like this, Yun Fan was even more confused, "Who did it? He could kill the door overnight without sound."

A passerby with ears passed by the inn and heard someone discussing the case of Jia Mansion’s annihilation. He immediately leaned forward to show that he was well informed and said, "Hey I know about this, I know! Hey, it is said that Mrs. Jia committed crimes on weekdays. Too many, the sword immortals on Xishan couldn't see it, and they accepted the scourge. The dozens of people in Jia's house were not spared. Every deceased had a shallow blood mark on his neck. It is clear that the sword immortal sacrificed the flying sword and sealed the throat with a sword."

Yun Fan rolled his eyes, with a lot of doubts in his heart, he said: "No one is spared, then, what about Master Jia Mansion, is it unfortunately affected?"

A passerby said: "No, Mrs. Jia quarreled with Master Jia last night and kicked him directly out of the house. In the morning, Master Jia was found to have fainted on the corner of the street and contracted a cold. He is still living in the hospital. "

Yun Fan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking about taking the time to visit Uncle Jia in the afternoon.

He doesn't care about the truth of the case of Jia's family extermination, it is something to worry about, just caring for the deceased of his parents.

Now that Wang’s scourge has been taken away, he feels particularly comfortable, and he grabbed Li Weirou’s shoulders as if he were a brother, and said boldly: “Walk around and hear about such happy events, and celebrate with a drink. a bit."

"But Afan, I don't know how to drink..."

Li Weirou whispered.

"It's okay. Just a cup or two. I really don’t want to. Then drink tea instead of chanting. You can pick the Zhenshan red that my dad collected back then, Wufeng Maojian, and we will buy a few more firecrackers and set it on the outside. Celebrate the reopening of the inn, and celebrate the death of the bitch, hahaha!"

Seeing the shopkeeper's reasonableness, Li Weirou also laughed happily.

Being held by him, his delicate and white cheeks suddenly blushed, and a pair of shallow lovely pear vortexes were immediately revealed.

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Yong'an Town, eighty miles away.

A rustling sound came out of a bush and undergrowth. It was not the whisper of autumn insects, but a shabby man with shabby clothes.

His left shoulder was blurred with flesh and blood, and he ran out staggeringly.

"Go back to the mountain, go back to the mountain."

He kept chanting these words, his expression anxious and anxious, with a kind of madness.

He is Huo Xuanlang.

Last night, with the help of the paper puppet man, he escaped Yang Shuxue's mortal blow. He ran back to Jia's Mansion under the heavy rain in embarrassment. He was about to knock on the door, and suddenly he felt a terrible breath coming from the mansion.

Cold, twisted, and rotten!

Suddenly, Huo Xuanlang seemed to be in a mass grave with solitary graves everywhere, a blood moon rose in the sky, crows perched on the dead branches and made a sharp and miserable sound, white flags fluttered, and the corpse smelled like rotten Maggots usually crawl into his mind, making him tremble with fear and shout in a panic.

A premonition of death suddenly surged in his heart. The people in Jia's house may have been met by accident, and if he delays for a while, he will immediately become a rotten corpse.

His eyes were cracked and the tip of his tongue was broken. With the help of pain, he was able to escape from this strange hallucination. He didn't even want to crawl out of Jia's house and flee outside the town.

Distressed by his childhood sweetheart cousin and that 14-year-old son.

He clenched his fist tightly, hated his incompetence, and vowed that as long as he could return to the mountain alive, recuperate for a period of time, and break through the realm of manifestation, this hatred would be repaid!

Of course, the person who really killed them, Huo Xuanlang boasted that even if he broke the mirror, he would not be an opponent. The horrible sense of oppression made him unable to give birth to the slightest sense of confrontation, but Yun Fan and the soldier made a small repair, cut off these two. Human heads, offering sacrifices in front of their graves is what he can do.

So what he promised to deal with was only these two.

With a crisp sound, Huo Xuanlang stepped on a piece of dead wood and was about to continue on the road, only to hear a tender voice suddenly coming from his ear:

"Huo Xuanlang, look at your direction, do you still want to go back to the mountain gate?"

Huo Xuanlang stopped, a pair of stunned pupils looking in the direction of the sound source.

A little girl who looked like she was only a teenager was reflected in his eyes.

The little girl is standing on the branches of an old tree in front, her hair is simply tied in a pair of balls, donned to the left and right of her head, she is wearing a generous Taoist robe, her hands drooping naturally, the robe is obviously bigger than a human Many of the above, the serious lack of fit, caused a large length of sleeves to be thrown out, and the little girl appeared to be cute, with a lively atmosphere.

But Huo Xuanlang just glanced at this person, and his muscles tightened, and the big beads of sweat rolled off his forehead, making him extremely nervous.

It wasn't that he was frightened by the little girl who was blocking the way, but that accompanied this childish voice, and a fierce and terrifying sword intent, locked him firmly.

That sword intent hovered at the little girl's side, originating from a floating and mid-air, the sword body was blue, and the sword was glowing like autumn water, and the sword light brightened the surroundings.

As long as he dared to take a small step forward, this sword weapon would shoot out, cutting him in half with one sword.

"Master... Master Uncle."

Huo Xuanlang immediately bowed respectfully and worshiped with the sword of Xishan.

The little girl's robe is embroidered with a number of beautiful climax lotus, which is the honor and symbol of the inner sect disciple of Jianzong Xishan.

Huo Xuanlang is no more than a humble outer disciple. When he sees an inner disciple, no matter how old he is, he has to call him uncle, to show that he is in an orderly manner and distinguishes between dignity and inferiority.