The sunlight moved closer to the room through the window inch by inch. Xiang Zhihan sat quietly on the chair, holding a candy man in his hand.
It's said to be one, but it's actually two little people holding hands together.
He looked down with gentle eyebrows, and his index finger would stroke the candy girl's cheek from time to time.
"Senior Brother Xiang, you are really here. It's really easy for me to find you."
A sudden and impatient voice broke the peaceful time.
Xiang Zhihan put away the candy man and looked dissatisfied at Lin Rufeng who broke in through the window.
"Junior brother Lin, you are acting more and more arrogantly now, why don't you enter my room through the window?"
Lin Rufeng sat down in front of him and said, "Something big happened. I traveled all over the nine states to find you."
"Fortunately, I remembered that you once asked me about Lizhai and came over to take a look."
Xiang Zhihan: "No matter what happens, wait until I get back."
After he finished speaking, he stood up and left. As soon as he reached the door, he heard Lin Rufeng speak again.
"Senior Brother Xiang, another person died."
"This time it was a young man who died. When they were discovered, their spiritual roots had been dug away."
"Senior brother, you still don't care?"
Xiang Zhihan's hand that pushed the door paused on the spot. Lin Rufeng stepped forward and raised her hand to touch his shoulder. After thinking about it, she took her hand back and said softly, "Brother, I have a message from Master here. Just listen to it."
Regarding Xiang Zhihan's true purpose of going down the mountain, only Xiang Zhihan's master and Lin Rufeng knew about it in the Qingyun Sect. Although others found it strange, they did not know the inside story.
Lin Rufeng took out a letter from her arms, and the paper, as light as cicada wings, floated into the sky, making no sound in the wind.
[Disciple, time is running out. The safety of the two realms of Jiuzhou and the twelve sects of one alliance depends on you alone. Don’t ask for the kindness of a woman. ]
After he finished speaking, the paper suddenly ignited and dissipated into the air, leaving not a single piece of ashes behind.
"Senior brother..."
Xiang Zhihan was silent for a long time and asked, "How many people died?"
"One hundred and thirty-two people."
Xiang Zhihan's hand held the sword on his waist. One hundred and thirty-two people died, and another hundred and thirty-two people died.
He had clearly made his decision a long time ago and had a way out. He knew that sooner or later such a day would come.
But why...why can't we even stay for a few more days at the end?
There are still many places he has not gone to with her, and there are still many things he wants to say to her.
Lin Rufeng looked at his background. He looked very calm, but for no reason it made people feel an inexplicable sadness.
He finally understood why his senior brother had asked him to borrow the Soul Gathering Lamp before.
"Senior Brother Xiang." Lin Rufeng licked her lower lip, took a deep breath, and said, "Actually, there may be other solutions to this matter."
Although he always likes to say that Xiang Zhihan is in love, he is actually very happy about this.
He was very happy that his senior brother, who had always been aloof and miserable, could finally find something that made him happy.
This makes him look human instead of the cold godlike figure he was before.
"Junior brother Lin, wait for me here for a while." Xiang Zhihan said.
His voice sounded very calm, as if he was just doing something insignificant, as if he was saying calmly that the weather was really nice today.
"Senior brother, you..."
Before Lin Rufeng could say anything, Xiang Zhihan opened the door and left.
"Wanwan."
Jiang Buwan's door was pushed open from the outside, Xiang Zhihan was dressed in white, his expression was as cold as the ice on Tianshan Mountain that never melts all year round.
He held a sharp sword and stepped forward step by step.
Jiang Buwan's eyes were attracted by the sharp sword in his hand. Her whole body was shaking with excitement. She had finally waited for this day.
bring it on.
Kill her.
If you kill her, she will successfully break through the love tribulation and become a god.
A flash of unbearability flashed in Xiang Zhihan's eyes. He tightened his grip on the sword, closed his eyes and said, "It won't hurt, it will pass soon."
He cast a spell on the sword to ensure that she would be killed in one move, so that she would not feel any pain.
Jiang Buwan took a step back, his eyes red, trembling like a little rabbit.
"Zhihan, what are you going to do?"
He walked up to Jiang Buwan, raised his sword, closed his eyes and said coldly,
"Wanwan, I'm sorry."
"For the sake of My Way, I can only sacrifice you."
A bit of cold light went straight to her heart, and a sharp sword passed through her chest.
His hands were very steady, as if they had been practiced countless times, so steady that they were flawless.
Jiang Buwan opened her eyes wide, blood overflowed from her chest and splashed on Xiang Zhihan's face. Her body went limp and fell to the ground.
Indeed, as Xiang Zhihan said, killing him with one move would make her feel no pain at all.
When he started, he was extremely flustered, but he tried his best to control his accuracy and strength.
He knew how to kill quickly, accurately and without pain.
When Xiang Zhihan saw Jiang Buwan lying dead on the ground, Fang wrapped his hands and pulled the sword out of her chest.
He fell to his knees, his voice trembling out of tune, "Wanwan, wait for me, soon, you will be fine soon."
"You should sleep peacefully for a while first."
With trembling hands, he took out the things he had prepared in advance from the Qiankun bag.
He had made up his mind from the beginning that after he killed Jiang Buwan, he would use the Soul Gathering Lamp and the Soul Reviving Grass to resurrect her.
From now on, she lives a peaceful and happy life, and he will silently bless her and protect her in heaven.
He was busy using his spiritual energy to activate the soul-gathering lamp to collect Jiang Buwan's soul.
Lin Rufeng was so anxious in the next room that he could not sit still. Suddenly, there was thunder in the sky, which attracted Lin Rufeng's attention.
He hurriedly looked outside and saw lightning and thunder in the sky. Lightning as thick as an arm pierced the dark sky and headed straight in his direction.
No, it's not him, it's the direction next to him.
Lin Rufeng's expression changed, this is it. .
This is a catastrophe!
Brother Xiang is done!
He ran out the door excitedly, just as a thunder struck in front of him, and the roof of the house was penetrated by lightning.
This thunder seemed to be spiritual. Its strike range was always within the room where Xiang Zhihan was, and no innocent people were harmed.
The guests of the inn ran out one after another to watch this sudden strange thing. They didn't know who started it. They actually raised their hands above their heads and began to worship Xiang Zhihan's position.
Lin Rufeng looked at it for a while and realized something was wrong. Where is senior brother?
Senior brother should come out to fight against Lei Jie Fang Dui, why can't he avoid the door?
Lin Rufeng ran into the next room in a few steps, and the scene in front of him shocked him so much that he stepped back.
The senior brother's body was bruised and bruised by lightning, but he did not take the thunder behind him to heart at all. Instead, he cried and held a lamp, looking like a madman, and muttered something in his mouth,
"No, why not?"
"Why not?"
"Where is Wanwan's soul?"
"Where has Wanwan's soul gone?"
Overcoming the thunder tribulation was a narrow escape. He should have conserved his strength and retained his spiritual energy to fight against the thunder tribulation, but instead he used all his spiritual energy on the soul-gathering lamp in his hand.
The thunder from the sky kept hitting him, but he never even looked back. Instead, he used his body to protect the body of the woman in front of him firmly in his arms, without being disturbed in the slightest.
