"So Lingjun, you came here chasing that person?"
If you don’t really look at it, Hehuan Sect was busy for three days and three nights, but you still have some conscience. Lord Tuo Yan’s actions can at least be seen as wanting to avenge those people.
"I'm not that idle yet." I don't know if Lord Tuo Yan is denying it. The Hehuan Sect is more concerned about fire or revenge.
"I think the fire in the Hehuan Sect was probably caused by that person."
Shui Miaomiao was stunned for a moment and frowned, "Does everyone in the Hehuan Sect count?"
Tuo Yanjun didn't answer, and he didn't know very well either.
But because of Tong Yishu, the people of the Hehuan Sect had indeed been flocking to Lord Tuo Yan for a while.
Shui Miaomiao said sadly, "Three days and three nights of fire, how many people will die."
"Actually, it's not bad." Tuo Yanjun glanced at Shui Miaomiao, "Some people in the Hehuan Sect seemed to have been prepared for it. Although the fire was big, the casualties were actually not many."
Could it be Tong Xi's preparation?
Shui Miaomiao thought of the divination between Mute Fairy and Tong Ban that night. Although she didn't know what the divination revealed, Tong Ban did leave in a hurry.
"What's wrong with that person? Does he admire you?"
Tuo Yanjun sneered, "Admiration? You call that admiration! Will Aimu kill the people close to me and then isolate me? Although there are no rumors yet, there will always be people who find out about the connection. I'm afraid I will have another nickname called Disaster Star."
"Sorry, I used the wrong word."
Tuo Yanjun shook his head, he was excited.
Shui Miaomiao looked at Lord Tuo Yan. He was cruel, murderous, and had a bad temper. This was his label.
But in the limited time she spent with Lord Tuo Yan, Shui Miaomiao had never seen him kill innocent people indiscriminately. Those who died or were left alive in Lord Tuo Yan's hands were the ones who stirred up trouble in the first place.
It can be seen that Tuo Yanjun has been working hard to become a person like Wen Renxian.
Tuoyanjun and Wenrenxian are like darkness and light.
All the words of praise belong to Wen Renxian, and the words of derogation belong to Lord Tuo Yan.
"This is not your fault, it's that madman's fault."
"Yes, I will find it." Tuo Yanjun said coldly. He had forced people into this barren mountain. Unexpectedly, he was finally rescued by a mudslide.
"Is the person Ling Jun is looking for male or female?"
"She should be a woman." Tuo Yanjun said with disdain. "It smells like smiling flowers and would kill a person. Half of his little finger is missing."
"What's wrong?" Suddenly there was a long silence. Tuo Yanjun turned around uneasily and asked, did he say something wrong?
Shui Miaomiao shook her head, but there was too much information, and she didn't know which one to receive first.
People with the scent of smiling flowers reminded Shui Miaomiao of the tragic death of the White Rabbit family. The little puppy told her that the perpetrators had the smell of smiling flowers.
There should be many people in this world who like smiling flowers, but Shui Miaomiao intuitively felt that the person she was looking for was the person Tuo Yanjun was looking for.
But half of my little finger is missing.
Is he the person from Shanle Town with a smiling flower carved on his face?
After all, they were all gathered together. Shui Miaomiao felt a headache and said slowly, "I think that person may just be a simple executor."
"It doesn't matter, I won't let her or the people behind her go."
Tuo Yanjun suddenly walked towards Shui Miaomiao and said, "Sit up straight."
Withdrawing the sword behind Shui Miaomiao, he put it into the scabbard in Shui Miaomiao's arms, "Hold on, we can reach the shore."
"Oh oh oh." Shui Miaomiao nodded obediently.
It felt like it clicked four or five times in the air, and Shui Miaomiao stepped on a piece of soft mud, probably because of the heavy rain.
Shui Miaomiao suddenly realized that it was better to float along the mud. Walking in this muddy ground was really inconvenient.
"Hold it."
After landing, Shui Miaomiao let go of the Zangjun sword, and Tuoyanjun handed it back again.
Shui Miaomiao refused, touching the cloth over her eyes, "It's getting late now, I can take off the cloth and see the road by myself."
Tuo Yanjun looked into the distance, "If you can't see the light, then it's better not to pick it."
There are actually several places where you can 'stop' along the way, but the roads are very bumpy, so Tuo Yanjun didn't choose. He passed by this place when he came here.
Tuo Yanjun carried Shui Miaomiao over a hill, which was the plain. However, Tuo Yanjun did not expect that the ordinary plain would change drastically at night.
Shui Miaomiao obviously didn't listen to Tuo Yanjun. She opened the black cloth and was shocked by what she saw.
This is a sea of flowers, a sea of flowers with a faint golden luster.
In this gloomy heavy rain, it is particularly dazzling, which makes people sweep away their previous fatigue and make them want to laugh.
Shui Miaomiao fell to the ground, holding a piece of soft hand on the flower, lowering his head and half closing his eyes, Shui Miaomiao picked a flower.
When the flower leaves its roots, the faint light disperses faintly.
The flowers are like white dandelions. Shui Miaomiao is not in a hurry to take a breath and try them. A gust of wind blows, and the flowers fly up one after another, and then light up with a faint luster, like hope, flying leisurely into the distance.
"Wow~ It's so beautiful." Shui Miaomiao couldn't help but admire. Even though her eyes hurt, she couldn't help but open her eyes a little, trying to imprint this picture into her mind.
Shui Miaomiao blinked her tearful eyes, held up a flower and looked at Tuo Yanjun, and asked with a smile, "What kind of flower is this?"
"How do I know?" He was not a botanist.
"Oh." Shui Miaomiao's girlish heart was shattered by Tuo Yanjun's words. She turned the flowers in her hands and lowered her head in disappointment.
Tuo Yanjun licked his back molars. He really didn't know what Shui Miaomiao was thinking. He kept crying but refused to close his eyes.
The hilt of the sword knocked the flower off Shui Miaomiao's hand, squatted in front of Shui Miaomiao, and said in a serious tone, "You can't take care of your eyes first!"
Glancing at the black cloth on the ground, it was already stained with mud and water. He took out a piece of clothing from the space and neatly tore it into strips.
He threw it into Shui Miaomiao's arms and said, "Wipe your tears first."
"Look up, don't lift it." Tuo Yanjun said before tying the black cloth strip.
Shui Miaomiao felt a little regretful. This kind of scene is probably not common. Today, it was an accident. Why did it hurt her eyes?
Holding the Zangjun Sword, Shui Miaomiao was pulled up by Tuo Yanjun.
In this romantic sea of flowers, two people walked forward silently. The sea of flowers kept swaying in the wind and rain. From time to time, some tidbits were blown into the sky, swirling and dancing around the two of them.
The sea of flowers attracted long-lost guests. Unfortunately, one of them was full of evil spirits and turned a blind eye to everything around him, which made him feel a little annoyed. The other was a 'blind man', his hands flying randomly in the air. Shui Miaomiao tried to intercept some of them. Tidbits, leaving some beauty behind, but ultimately in vain.
The wind and rain gradually subsided, and the sea of flowers no longer swayed and danced, as if they knew that the two people could not stop and looked at each other. The sea of flowers was a little disappointed, they had welcomed the wrong two people...
