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Volume Three: Smoke and Clouds in Weicheng Chapter 49: Gratitudes and Sorrows

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    "Brother Li, my mother and grandpa, they are like this." Yan Xichen just regained consciousness, ignoring Chu Chunhong who was still in danger, and took the dying boy Xiao Li from Ling Jingyun's hands.

    Needless to say, there is no need to say the rest. Shuai Baotou and Ling Jingyun, who were no longer blocked by the snakes, moved their bodies in a tacit understanding and stood between the two people.

    "Those people are so cruel. The boss lady and the old man are both dead, and the wine shop was burned down. They even asked me to come to you, saying that you are the only one who can save me." The confused waiter Xiao Li suddenly grabbed Yan Xichen  His arms and weak limbs began to twitch unconsciously, blood foaming from the corners of his mouth, and his tone became increasingly low and inaudible: "I, I, can I still be saved?"

    "Yes, there is help. Your injury is not too serious. I will use my energy to heal your injuries." Yan Xichen tried hard to hold back the tears in her eyes and prevent them from falling.

    The clerk Xiao Li's throat has been cut. The other party's technique is exquisite and the incision is small and neat. This means that Xiao Li can still breathe for a period of time after his throat is cut. He cannot die for a while, but he definitely cannot be saved. The other party is obviously just  I wanted my buddy Xiao Li to be able to deliver the news alive, but I had no intention of letting him continue to live.

    At this moment, Yan Xichen could only watch the face of his assistant Xiao Li that was extremely distorted by pain and his vitality gradually disappearing, but he was powerless.

    "It's good if I can saveIdon't want to die." The boy, Xiao Li, twitched his body several times in pain, and his gradually dimming eyes were full of hope for life.

    Until this moment, Yan Xichen could no longer hold back her tears. They burst out and continued to flow down her cheeks, adding a touch of warmth to the stiff body of the waiter Xiao Li.

    Yan Xichen closed her eyes decisively, and gently pressed her right hand on the forehead of the waiter Xiao Li. A green electric light shot out, cutting off his last vestige of life.

    Until the boy Xiao Li finished this young journey, Yan Xichen never told him the truth. He didn't want Xiao Li to leave with despair and sorrow, so he chose to deceive in good faith.

    Since we can¡¯t save him, let him end this tragic fate quietly and unknowingly with his full longing for life in this world.

    "Why, if you don't save him, just forget about it and take away his last bit of life?" Behind Yan Xichen, Ling Jingyun roared with almost grief and anger. Yan Xichen's actions made him feel aggrieved for Xiao Li's death.

    "Brother Ling, you don't understand that sometimes it is much happier to die peacefully than to wait for death in pain." The handsome catcher gently patted Ling Jingyun's shoulder, sighed, and stopped talking.

    "Okay, very good." Yan Xichen's trembling right hand gently closed Xiao Li's eyes, which he had not closed until he died, and then looked angrily at Chu Chunhong, whose face was slumped. In his eyes, there had never been anything like this  The awe-inspiring murderous aura rose like a prairie fire: "It turns out that you are no longer the Chu Chunhong you were back then. You poisoned and used poison, and now you even don't spare defenseless women and dying old people.  I was the one who killed your father, what have I got to do with them."

    Facing Yan Xichen's somewhat resentful gaze, Chu Chunhong felt a little frightened. More importantly, she was confused by what Yan Xichen said. She had never arranged anyone in Yan Xichen's home, and she was at a loss.  How come there is such a thing as arson and murder?

    However, she didn't seem to want to argue with this, because she had vaguely guessed the outline of the matter at this moment, and Yihe's figure naturally appeared in her mind.

    ??Yihe, that evil man whose whole body is wrapped in the white color of the moon, no one in the Ghost Valley knows his origins, and he is the only one who would not care about any morality, and attack the women and the elderly who have no resistance in an almost cold-blooded manner.

    "Captain Handsome, please, Brother Ling and you, please go to my house to check on the situation. I need to handle things here." Yan Xichen choked with sobs and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, bypassed Ling Jingyun and stood with Captor Shuai.  Opposite Chu Chunhong.

    The handsome catcher was hesitant and wanted to say something to Yan Xichen, but he didn't know what to say. He looked like he was hesitating to speak. Finally, Ling Jingyun came up, pulled the handsome catcher and sighed: "  Just do what Xiaoyan wants, I think it¡¯s better to let him handle the things here alone, shall we help him handle what happened at home?¡±

    "Brother Yan, be careful on your own, this witch is not easy to deal with." As he said that, the handsome catcher patted Yan Xichen's shoulder and followed Ling Jingyun out. Before leaving, he didn't forget to turn around and give a shout.  Chu Chunhong: "Witch, if there is anything wrong with my brother Yan, I will never let you go."

    Chu Chunhong just rolled her eyes contemptuously at the handsome arrester's threats before he left, and then looked straight at Yan Xichen across from him without any distractions.

    "Our account will be settled today."Let's finish it once and for all.  " Yan Xichen looked at Chu Chunhong with a cold tone. In his deep black eyes, the trace of guilt before was gone.

    "I agree, and I'm telling you, today either you die or I die." Chu Chunhong looked at Yan Xichen with a calm face, and gently re-twirled the scattered black hair with her hands and tied it behind her head.  .

    As soon as the words fell, Yan Xichen did not take action immediately, but turned to look at the boy with two swords sitting at the Eight Immortals table by the wall, his eyes as calm as water, and he still showed no intention of leaving.

    The young man looked back at Yan Xichen indifferently. He was dressed in a pure white Taoist robe without wind, and his fresh and unique temperament was faintly diffused, shining correspondingly with the soft moonlight.

    "Brother, do you have any advice?" After looking at Yan Xichen for a while, the young man looked slightly puzzled. He raised his glass and looked at Yan Xichen, asking slightly suspiciously.

    Yan Xichen smiled faintly in return, and then went straight to the topic and said: "I don't know who your brother is, whether he is here to help her or just passing by, I just hope that the relationship between me and Chu Chunhong will be better."  It's up to the two of us to resolve the matter ourselves, it's best for me not to get involved."

    As early as the beginning, Yan Xichen paid special attention to every move of the young man in front of him. Although the young man behaved calmly, elegantly and softly, and did not reveal even a trace of his true power from beginning to end, he still learned from him.  In his temperament and divine light, he found something slightly similar to Chu Chunhong.

    Intuition told Yan Xichen that this young man who vaguely made him feel dangerous was definitely not as aloof as he seemed on the surface, and at least he had an inexplicable connection with Chu Chunhong.

    "As you said, Chu Chunhong is my defected disciple from Shushan. He secretly threw himself into the Demon Sect Ghost Valley. He was originally going to be brought back to the mountain for disposal. Before that, I don't mind letting you resolve your personal grudges." The young man said calmly.  The slightly magnetic voice promptly solved the remaining doubts in Yan Xichen's heart.

    After the words fell, Yan Xichen ignored the young man in front of him, but once again looked at Chu Chunhong standing opposite with slight disappointment: "It turns out that you have betrayed Shushan and joined the demonic path. No wonder you have become so insidious.  sinister."

    After the words fell, Yan Xichen held the broken sword horizontally, the sword body was filled with green light, green flames were jumping continuously, and the blazing sword light shot straight into the sky, trying to cover up the vast night sky.

    "In order to kill you and avenge my father, I will not hesitate to go to hell." Chu Chunhong tied up her long flowing hair, and the shining fairy sword also shined brightly, pointing directly at Yan Xichen.

    "Whoosh, whoosh." Several wind-piercing sounds sounded suddenly, and the two of them kept fighting and colliding with each other in the low air at a speed that was difficult to see clearly with the naked eye.

    "Bang, bang, bang." The majestic momentum continued to explode in the low altitude. The violent momentum flow continued to multiply and become stronger. The atmosphere that was difficult to suppress was like a volcano about to erupt, making people unable to breathe.  .

    "Boom." Ruyiju was crumbling in the night wind. The four dilapidated walls that had been destroyed long ago could not withstand the turbulence of the momentum generated when the two people fought and collapsed.

    The dust and dust that covered the sky and the sudden collapse of the two-story building filled the quiet streets. Up and down the Xicheng District, most of the sleeping people woke up.

    "Bang." Half a quarter of an hour later, the two lights and shadows that were constantly entangled in the low sky suddenly stagnated, and then one of them fell into the ruins of Ruyiju at almost the speed of lightning, raising a burst of dust.  .

    After that, Yan Xichen's figure flashed on the edge of the ruins like a ghost. Without even looking at it, Chu Chunhong fell into the huge pit and walked into the heavy night with empty steps.

    No one noticed that when Yan Xichen left, with his seemingly calm back, every step he took left a deep blood mark on the ground.

    Atop the ruins, one of the Eight Immortals tables was still intact. The young man slowly stood up from his seat. There was not a trace of dust from the collapse on his pure white robe.

    Leaving his seat, the young man drank down the turbid wine in the white porcelain wine glass in one gulp, and then walked slowly towards the edge of the huge pit created when Chu Chunhong fell.

    The moment he left, the Eight Immortals table and high-back chairs, which had always been intact, suddenly shattered without warning, turned into a puff of dust, and flew away with the wind.

    In the huge pit, Chu Chunhong passed out with a pale face. The clothes on her body were all in tatters, leaving only ragged pieces of cloth hanging on her body, which could barely cover her shameful parts.

    Large expanses of snow-white skin are exposed, the slender legs, the slender waist, and the round and plump breasts are all tempting to sin, but the only flaw is that there is half of the smooth belly.Half of the sword that intercepted Caiguang was lost in the flesh and blood, dark red blood kept flowing out, and the wound was shocking.

    The young man sighed, looked away from Chu Chunhong's almost naked body, jumped into the huge pit, and then pulled out half of the colorful light fairy sword.

    After skillfully bandaging the bleeding, the young man took off his pure white Taoist robe and covered Chu Chunhong's body. Then he gently picked up the unconscious girl and left her in a hurry.
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