Rong Xian lightly stroked the white satin on her eyes and sat on the ground, ignoring the dirt on the ground.
The obscure energy in the hands under the large sleeve robes fluctuated in an obscure and unknown way.
The prohibition that imprisoned the Sword Emperor's blood and essence cracked open and silent.
Rong Xian's expression was calm, and she said to Qing Bo in an unhurried tone, "I don't want to recognize you, but even if I cover my eyes, I can still recognize you."
She said with emotion: "It can only be said that our uncle and nephew have a deep relationship. You are wearing a mask, and I am blindfolded. We can recognize each other under such difficult conditions. This is really a deep friendship."
Qing Bo Hehe, it means that I believe in your evil.
Even with her eyes covered, Rong Xian could probably guess what Qing Bo's expression was.
She was a little aggrieved, she was obviously telling the truth. Qingbo's breath is really easy to identify, and the karma that he is carrying can pull him into hell and fall into eternal redemption is also very human.
But Qingbo didn't believe it, so Rong Xian sighed and pretended to say, "Since the uncle doesn't believe it, then—"
She leaned towards Qing Bo, obviously without any cultivation, but it made Qing Bo feel a pressure.
"—Did you know? For thirteen years, I have seen those people in my dreams every time. I don't know what they looked like, but I remember those eyes without any emotion. They were cruel and cruel, and there was a thick layer around them. The blood and resentment. I always wonder, why those people have not been punished."
She raised her chin towards the man in black beside Qingbo, chuckled lightly, and said, "I know, you are Qing Er, right? Look, I didn't recognize you when I looked at you with my eyes."
She breathed a sigh of relief, her voice filled with suppressed grief and anger: "But blindfolded, the disgusting aura on your body is too obvious, even in the dark, I can still recognize you, even after thirteen years. , sometimes the eyes can deceive people, but the senses don't."
Well, the reason that Rong Xian came up with temporarily is clear to Boxin.
Rong Xian blinked, feeling a little sad inexplicably.
Then, she felt Qingbo's hotter eyes.
"The remnants of the Yu clan." Qing Bo said with a single word.
Shen Jiulu raised his head abruptly, his hand holding the sword tightened, and his face went blank.
Shen Jiulu's head was buzzing, the words "Remainder of the Yu Clan" were all too familiar.
It was about him before, but this time it was Xiaoxian.
He had suspected that Xiaoxian was of the same clan as him before, but now he was absolutely certain.
From the conversation between Qing Bo and Xiaoxian, it was not difficult for him to come to a conclusion that Qing Bo and others were the murderers of the genocide that year.
These men in black are his genocide enemies!
No wonder Xiaoxian was so emotional when she saw these people, no wonder she let You Feng kill them.
Shen Jiuliu's aura was even colder, looking at Qingbo and the others with hatred in their eyes.
He had no memory and didn't know what had happened, but the bloody screams that appeared in his dreams were unforgettable.
It's the people in front of you, and everything is caused by them.
They destroyed his home, killed his relatives, and made him forget all his memories. Ong squeaked.
The third elder discovered his mistake immediately and shouted in a deep voice, "Young Sect Master, wake up."
The old voice sounded in the depths of the soul with a hint of coolness, Shen Jiuliu's body was shocked, the blood in his eyes all faded, and the cold sweat on his forehead, he almost fell into a demon barrier.
"Thank you Third Elder." Shen Jiulu tried his best to control his emotions and said expressionlessly.
The three elders solemnly taught: "Young Sect Master, don't go to the top of the bull's horn for a while. The suffering in the past is only to temper you to become better. Don't be controlled by negative emotions, you must learn to control yourself."
A trace of pain flashed in Shen Jiuliu's eyes, Qing Lingling's eyes looked at the men in black, and he seemed to hear the pain and mourning of his relatives in his ears, he murmured: "Third elder, I can't do it, I can't do it. … Well."
He felt a pain in his chest, and the long-lost and familiar heart-wrenching pain swept over again.
My descendants of the Yu family will take up the duty of guardianship. If one day the grandsons will guard themselves against theft, they will suffer heart-wrenching pain every day until they die.
Shen Jiuliu groaned, slammed the sword into the ground, and half-kneeled while holding the sword, the sharp pain made him want to dig out his heart, and he muttered in pain: "It will rest until death, To die?"
The corner of Rong Xian's mouth raised a slight smile, and the energy in her hand dissipated instantly.
Her movements were very secretive, and no one could guess that the recurrence of Shen Jiulu's curse was Rong Xian's hands and feet.
She braced her head and thought casually that it was time to retrieve the treasure she had deposited.
"Young Sect Master, Young Sect Master?" The third elder panicked, did Young Sect Master fall ill
His eyes are full of pity, this kind of pain can only be supported by the Young Sect Master himself, and no one else can help.
The third elder put his palm on Shen Jiulu's back, and gentle spiritual power poured into Shen Jiulu's meridians, hoping to relieve Shen Jiulu's pain.
Suzuran, who was still healing, suddenly opened her eyes when she heard Shen Jiuruu's movement.
She pushed Fen He to forcibly interrupt the healing, and was directly attacked by the spiritual energy, and vomited out a mouthful of blood.
Ling Lan couldn't take care of herself at this moment, she pounced in front of Shen Jiulu and asked with a trembling voice, "Why did my junior brother suddenly become like this again? Isn't it a good time?"
Fan He hurriedly supported her and said, "Linglan, the young sect master has three elders, and your injury can't be delayed. If you continue like this, it will damage your foundation."
Ling Lan didn't answer, she looked at Shen Jiuliu's pained appearance, and wished she could replace her.
Fan He really persuaded her not to move, so she knocked the person unconscious and continued to heal her.
Their movements were a bit loud, but Rong Xian didn't mean to get up to rescue Shen Jiulu at all. She still focused on Qing Bo and asked faintly, "Who else?"
Qing Bo sneered: "Only us."
Rong Xian was not annoyed by his stubbornness. She pointed out the flaws seriously and said, "You lied, it was indeed you who killed people back then, but there were still a group of people, at least it was Fa Xiu who set the fire on fire."
Qing Bo didn't say a word, obviously he wasn't going to expose another group of people.
It wasn't an ally's agreement, and it wasn't how noble he was. He just wanted to see Rong Xian in pain, watching her in a constant state of panic because of the enemy in the dark, and he felt happy just thinking about it.
As soon as Rong Xian changed her mind, she understood Qing Bo's plan. She sneered and said coolly, "Since you don't want to say it, don't say it. If I can recognize you, I will recognize them."
After that, he ignored Qingbo and walked slowly towards Shen Jiuliu.
She came to Shen Jiulu and squatted down slightly, the white satin on her eyes still hadn't been taken off.
She listened to Shen Jiulu's suppressed groaning, and asked softly, "It hurts, doesn't it?"
Rong Xian: I think I can get the blood of the Sword Emperor right away (▽`)
(End of this chapter)