"Mrs. Zhang should be glad that you are locked here now, otherwise people outside will tear you apart."

Mrs Zhang: "…"

they all know?

Zhang Shi's face was instantly pale, his body softened, and he fell to the ground.

"Mother!"

Lian Xiang quickly stepped forward to support her.

The owner of the second villa stood outside with his hands behind his back, looking at Mrs. Zhang who seemed to be several years old in an instant: "It's not that we know that the villa wants to keep you here, it's a deal, you can leave today."

Mrs Zhang looked up at him: "Are you going to let us go?"

The second village owner winked at the people behind.

They opened the door, took out the handkerchief soaked in the drug, and covered one each.

"What do you want... let go of me... um..."

Zhang Shi and Lian Xiang lost consciousness one after the other and fell to the ground softly.

Someone outside the door came in with a sackcloth bag, put them in, and carried them away.

The people who were locked in the monthly building next to them were also sent away in the same way.

The second village owner watched them leave, and the person beside him whispered, "Second village owner, is this all right?"

"What's the problem with the housework in other people's sects?"

"Yes. The young master of the Yueyue Building is still there..."

…

…

Hua Wu saw Xie Lan standing with the leading woman in Furong Valley from a distance. I heard that she was the current Valley owner of Furong Valley.

The owner of the valley does not wear a mask because her face is probably fake.

The Disguise Technique of Furong Valley is a unique skill in the arena.

The two of them didn't know what they said. The owner of the valley gave Xie Lan a letter and left.

Hua Wu waited for a while before passing, "Master, we have to go."

Xie Lan didn't open the letter and tucked it into his sleeve: "Well."

Hua Wu pushed Xie Lan outside Zhilai Villa, where several disciples from Zhilai Villa were stuffing sacks into a carriage.

Xie Lan: "What is that?"

Hua Wu's eyes didn't blink, "Specialty."

"What special product is in the shape of a human?" Xie Lan looked at her coldly, "Your master has trouble with his legs and feet, not his eyes."

"Master, your legs are also quite flexible."

"…"

Xie Lan got into the carriage, only to find out that the person behind it was the person from Zhuyuelou.

Xie Lan was unhappy when she heard these three words, and drove Hua Wu and Lian Huai off the carriage and asked them to sit with the specialty.

Huawu: "…"

…

…

The carriage was parked in a desolate boundary, with no people in front and behind, and no pedestrians.

Xie Lan's car window was open, and he was opening the letter in his hand.

The envelope is yellowed, with signs of age.

Xie Lan poured out a jade pendant and a piece of letter paper from the envelope.

He held the jade pendant and did not respond for a while.

Birds flew past the window, and the chirping seemed to wake him up, slowly unfolding the letter—

Xie Lan, when you saw this letter, I was no longer there.

I'm sorry, I lied to you, I can't go to the appointment.

One of the things I regret the most is picking you up back then. If it wasn't for me back then, maybe there wouldn't be so many obstacles between us.

But the one thing I don't regret the most is loving you.

You asked me what I would choose if I had the chance to do it all over again.

I will answer you now, I will still make the same choice.

I never regret liking you.

Xie Lan, I wish you a good life, peace and joy, and worry-free life.

…

…

In the grass, two figures were passing over there, and the girl was holding a bunch of dark red, weird-looking flowers in her hands.

The boy followed behind with a sword, his eyes closely following the person in front.

Xie Lan glanced over there, closed the letter, and put it back in the envelope.

"Master."

The girl raised her hand and waved.

Xie Lan: "It's covered in blood and dirty."

Hua Wu looked down at herself, and didn't find any blood, she turned her head and said to Lian Huai, "Did you hear me, saying that you are dirty, I want you to be more civilized and elegant, but you don't listen!"

Lian Huai: "...I'll pay attention next time."

"..." Did he mean Lian Huai? Xie Lan didn't really care about the little apprentice, so he glanced at a distance: "It's all settled?"

"Yeah." Hua Wu nodded.

"Happy?"

Hua Wu asked Lian Huai, "Are you happy?"

"…happy."

Lian Huai thought that he would be very happy to take revenge.

But he found that his heart was extraordinarily calm, as if it was just a small stone in his heart, and it disappeared when the wind was calm.

The anger in the heart that was formed by the anger and resentment in the past disappeared.

Do not…

They are not gone.

Just become calm.

And let them calm down...

Lian Huai's eyes fell on Hua Wu.

"Aren't you going back to Zhuyuelou?" Xie Lan stared at Lian Huai, and almost wrote the words "disgusting" on her face, "Vengeance has been avenged, you go back now, you are the owner of Zhuyuelou."

The subtext is not to pester his little apprentice.

Lian Huai shook his head and did not speak.

Hua Wu pulled him onto the carriage: "Master, let's go back to Yunwu Mountain."

Xie Lan snorted softly, "Raising you for so many years is better than picking it up halfway."

Xie Lan said that Lian Huai would not be allowed to go back with them, but he didn't really drive him out.

…

…

From Zhilai Villa to return to Yunwu Mountain, you have to pass through Dingrong City.

Hua Wu went into the city to find Feng Zhong.

Once Du Ling died, Feng Zhong could sit back and relax.

He did indeed do a lot of bad things, but he made a contribution by exposing Du Ling.

Moreover, the Zhenyuan Security Bureau is still there, as long as no one seeks revenge for him, then he will not become a public enemy of martial arts.

Feng Zhong didn't expect Hua Wu to come to the door, "What else do you want to do! I did as you said, and now Du Ling is dead... You don't want to kill me, do you?"

"That can't be, I have no grudge against you."

"Then what are you doing?"

"All right, look at you."

"No need!" Feng Zhong said in a loud voice, "We don't have such a good friendship."

"Is Du Die'er still alive?"

"…"

In those two years, Feng Zhong relied on Du Dier to be in his hands, and Du Ling was a little afraid of him.

If it wasn't for his cleverness and changing places for Du Dier from time to time, it is estimated that Du Ling would have rescued her.

Or Du Ling was unlucky, and twice his people were almost found.

"Crazy." Feng Zhong pointed at the people in the courtyard, "I told him that Du Ling was dead, and she suddenly went crazy."

Du Die'er was wearing a dirty dress and was lying in the wooden basin in the yard, with her hands scratching outside the wooden basin, looking a bit funny.

In recent years, in order to control her, Feng Zhong has given her a lot of medicine.

She didn't know if it was because she used too many drugs, or because Du Ling's death hit her.

"Are you sure you're not pretending to be crazy?"

"If you pretend to be crazy, you can pretend to be crazy." Feng Zhong said, "I'll deal with her in two days anyway."

Du Ling is dead, she is useless.

There is no need for Feng Zhong to keep a useless waste.

Hua Wu thought for a while, "Can't we handle it now?"

Feng Zhong: "…"

Why do you look worse than me!

"Is there any difficulty?" Hua Wu said with a look on your face that you were in trouble, as if I would help you find a solution.

"...No." Feng Zhong gritted his teeth: "I'll go now."

There's no need for him to fight this lunatic for a useless piece of shit.

"Brother Shen!"

"Um!"

Shen Changqing was walking on the road, and when he met someone he knew, he would say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who.

Everyone's face has no superfluous expressions, as if they are very indifferent to everything.

to this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Ministry of Suppression, it is an organization that maintains the stability of Daqin. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.

It can be said.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone had a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The town magic department is very big.

Those who can stay in the Town Demon Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two occupations, one is the guardian envoy and the other is the demon slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts from the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then he was promoted step by step, and finally he was expected to become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest-ranked slayer.

Has the memory of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Town Demon Division.

It didn't take too long, Shen Changqing stopped in front of an attic.

Different from other places full of chills in the Demon Suppression Division, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different tranquility in the **** Suppression Demon Division.

At this time, the door to the attic was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing just hesitated for a moment, then stepped inside.

Enter the attic.

Circumstances have changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with a faint smell of blood rushed towards his face, causing his brows to instinctively wrinkle, but it quickly relaxed.

There is almost no way to clean the **** smell of everyone in Zhen Mosi.