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Chapter 313 Hate and murderous intent

Xia Zhihuai held his chin with one hand and smiled so hard: "Xin Xin Xin Xin."

After Xia Zhihuai finished mocking, seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately changed the subject.

"The so-called energy conversion is... energy is conserved and will not disappear out of thin air. It will only be converted into other energy."

Huang Xikong's eyes froze immediately: "Convert it into other energy?"

As Xia Zhihuai talked to himself, he suddenly realized the problem.

He and Huang Xikong looked at each other and said in unison: "Those Yang Shou who were intercepted have not disappeared."

It is even very possible that the person who actually created this thing behind the scenes wanted to unknowingly intercept the life span of others.

The converted one-half lifespan is fed back to the person who uses the life-cutting card, possibly just to deceive others.

Xia Zhihuai stood up from the ground and said solemnly: "Isn't that..."

Huang Xikong turned his head and looked at the car lights in the distance, returning to his previous calm appearance: "The car is coming."

……

The speculations of Xia Zhihuai and Huang Xikong cannot be verified for the time being.

Mo Yanshu's case was investigated by those from the Demon Management Bureau, and the Mo family was a wealthy family with no knowledge of the situation. They did not hold any positions, so it would be impossible to interfere in the Mo family's affairs.

The two of them returned to the village entrance just after one o'clock in the morning. The entire mountain village was hidden in darkness, and almost no star could be seen.

Xia Zhihuai looked back and watched the taxi turn around and go down the mountain. The car's high beam turned into a small spot of light on the winding mountain road, disappearing among the rocks and trees that merged with the darkness.

Huang Xikong put his hands in his pockets and looked up at the sky above his head.

There are clouds, a moon, and stars.

"There is really a big difference between here and S City."

He sighed in a low voice and walked forward.

Xia Zhihuai imitated him and looked up to admire the starry sky.

It is indeed very different. There are no stars visible in S City. Every night, the stars in the sky are infinitely weakened by the bright and gorgeous lights of the city.

The stars above the head are like a long belt, as described in fairy tale books, dense, twinkling and dreamy.

"Not leaving yet?"

Huang Xikong walked some distance away and found that he was still stopped in the same place. The tips of his slightly raised hair were gently blowing in the night wind, and a somewhat evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "There are actually several lonely graves near the entrance of the village. You Aren’t you afraid of walking behind alone?”

Xia Zhihuai: "..."

MD, originally he was not afraid.

But when he turned around, he suddenly saw a little girl sitting on a tree, swaying her slender legs, and the hair on his body suddenly stood up.

Xia Zhihuai stopped admiring the clear night scene in front of him and quickly caught up with Huang Xikong. When he walked back to the door of the courtyard, he suddenly remembered something.

"It's over!"

Huang Xikong stretched out his hand to open the courtyard door. Wen Sheng turned around and looked at him in confusion as he suddenly had a convulsion.

"I just said that I seemed to have forgotten something!" Xia Zhihuai raised his head and slapped himself hard on the head. He looked at Huang Xikong with an annoyed face and said, "We forgot Qu Xiunan at the Demon Management Bureau."

Huang Xikong paused with his fingers on the door panel, and a flash of surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes: "..."

Seems.

The two of them stood at the door in silence in the middle of the night. After a few minutes of silence, Xia Zhihuai took the lead to comfort himself: "It doesn't matter, the people from the Demon Management Bureau will come here tomorrow to get the life-interception cards, so... they will definitely stop by. I brought Qu Xiunan back."

Huang Xikong said nothing.

But he felt that something might not be good. Qu Xiunan should wake up almost tomorrow.

When he woke up, if he knew that Xia Zhihuai had forgotten him in the Demon Management Bureau...

How far can their boat of friendship sail?

……

The two of them entered the courtyard one after the other. Xia Zhihuai deliberately moved lightly to avoid disturbing the sleeping Wanwan.

After turning on the small light in the bedroom, he glanced at the bed.

no one.

Xia Zhihuai stood in the room, frowning and thinking for a while, then immediately turned around and walked out the door: "Wanwan is not in the room, I will go find her."

Huang Xikong stopped him and said, "It's already past two o'clock in the morning. Since Wanwan hasn't come back, she must be living somewhere else. Bringing her back at this time is just a fool's errand." "We'll go back tomorrow morning."

Xia Zhihuai calmed down for three seconds and felt that Huang Xikong was right.

Everything happened so suddenly today. He went out to find Qu Xiunan without making arrangements for Wanwan. He was the one who failed in his duty.

At this time, it was time to bring back the sleeping child. Although Wanwan's character would not lose her temper easily, it was really unnecessary.

"Hurry up and rest first."

Huang Xikong did not enter the house. He raised his eyes to look at the paintings of gods on the wall of the living room. He quickly looked away, turned around and floated to the roof to sit down.

Xia Zhihuai was also tired after a whole day, so he simply washed up, fell on the bed and fell asleep immediately.

……

Huang Xikong listened to the breathing in the house, lying on his back on the tiles of the roof, putting his hands behind his head and looking at the crescent moon moving west.

The nights in the mountains are not very quiet. The sting of insects has long since passed, and the insects in the mountains have long since awakened. In the low-lying grass and ditches, flying insects are flapping, and frogs are buzzing.

Huang Xikong pillowed on the sounds of nature without feeling any sleepiness. His tall figure lay under the low curtain of stars, looking a little lonely.

He didn't expect that after a thousand years of death, he would actually live the life he had dreamed of during his lifetime.

Before he became an official, he was very proud and full of ambitions. He wanted to reorganize the country and save the people of the world from dire straits.

In his later years, when he became an official and returned to his hometown, he had a few acres of thin farmland and a bookstore, teaching and educating people in the fields.

After becoming an official, he found that manpower was sometimes exhausted, and there was an insurmountable gap between ideals and reality, but he was still trembling.

Having fallen into a low point in life, all the previous complacency and ambition were gone. He watched with hatred as the courtiers whitewashed the peace, and the emperor indulged in wine and glitz, leading his huge family and country like a runaway train, roaring towards the end of destruction.

I have lost everything, so I have nothing to love.

Until they see the light of day again, the hatred is still there, but it seems that many places are no longer the same.

Following the brothers and sisters of the Xia family, he looked at the world again, only to realize that thousands of years had passed suddenly, and the ambition that he had not been able to realize in his life had actually become a reality.

Huang Xikong raised his right hand, and the crescent moon seemed to fall on his fingertips, and he couldn't help but think of his wife.

She has been reincarnated countless times and has become the lover of others and no longer remembers him.

He failed to pamper his grown-up child, and now he has no idea what his reincarnation will look like, and the little face in his memory is also blurred.

Time carries every soul forward, experiencing life and death, joys and sorrows.

But his time stood still.

The fingertips slowly clenched, and the veins on the back of the white hands popped out one by one. Huang Xikong's beautiful peach blossom eyes slowly filled with cold light: "Chen Kewu!"

This was the first time he said the name of Emperor Xu of Jin after leaving the ancient tomb.

The voice seemed to come from the depths of Jiuyou, suppressing all hatred and murderous intent.

He must crush this devil to ashes with his own hands and make him completely shaken.

……

Xia Zhihuai, who was lying in the room, suddenly sat up from the bed. He was so frightened by the cold air that sweat appeared on his forehead. He sat on the mattress in a daze holding the quilt.

He was stunned for a while, then turned to look out the window and saw that it was already dawn.

There were voices in the yard.

Xia Zhihuai lifted the quilt, walked outside the door in his slippers, stared at the messy chicken coop, yawned lazily, and listened to Wanwan chirping excitedly.

Really energetic.

He took the cup and toothbrush and walked to the pool in the yard.

Wanwan ran to him and looked up at his haggard Lian: "Brother, when did you come back last night?"

"While you were sleeping." Xia Zhihuai raised his hand and rubbed her head, which was especially beautiful today, "I'll brush my teeth first, and you and your Uncle Huang can go play first."

Wanwan nodded: "Brother, I have already had breakfast and just brought you breakfast from the director's uncle."

Xia Zhihuai held a toothbrush in his mouth. He looked back at a few plastic bags placed on the clean stone pillars in the yard. He raised his hand and patted Wanwan on the head: "After all, I didn't hurt you in vain."

Wanwan avoided his big hand: "My assistant sister tied my hair for me. If you mess it up, you won't tie it up for me, so be careful."

Xia Zhihuai watched her run away in disgust: "..."

So, do you only have three seconds to love him?
Love the smelly little weight.

(End of this chapter)