Uncle, don't overdo it

Yunfeng Pagoda, the cold wind is extraordinarily cold, and the snowflakes on the top of the tower are rolled up like heavy snow.

Leng Yanqiu sat on the top of the tower, the wheelchair under the seat was already covered with a layer of snowflakes, matching his white clothes, it was as sharp as a snow sculpture.

Ximen Jingxuan didn't bother to ask Lin Xiner about Leng Yanqiu's situation, but he had already heard about Mr. Leng with a broken leg from An Ying.

On the way to northern Xinjiang, there was no news, but in order to find Xin'er, he also ran into Yan Qiu.

Leng Yanqiu was as unobtrusive as before. Even if the cold wind hit his face, his hair was messed up, and his clothes were flying, the calmness that emanated from the inside was still there. This was the confidence he admired. Even in the face of Dangerous situations and all kinds of ups and downs can be flicked and laughed.

But Yan Qiu's legs are finally useless...

"What should I call you? King Xuan, Master Guoshi, or Young Master Jing?" Leng Yanqiu turned his head to look at the person coming.

He changed, and he changed.

They used to be dressed in the same white clothes, but the difference was in their looks and momentum.

But at this time, Ximen Jingxuan was wearing a black robe, he was no longer like the prince who seemed to care nothing about everything and was indifferent.Black color, just like his experience, was stained with blood by constant storms.The blood is not visible when it falls on the black, just like he himself didn't want others to see his experience, so he gently concealed it.

"You are still you, and I am still me." Ximen Jingxuan walked to Leng Yanqiu's side, and together with him had a bird's-eye view of this strange world.

Leng Yanqiu raised his hand towards Ximen Jingxuan, with a pendant hanging on his finger.

"What is this?" Ximen Jingxuan took the pendant.

It seems to be a small porcelain bottle for medicine, with a few yellow silk threads wrapped around it and tied with colorful ropes.

"Your son's fetal hair."

Ximen Jingxuan's hand froze, and the small pendant became much heavier in an instant.

"It just started to grow, and it was small and thin. I kept a handful and didn't give it to Lin Xiner." Leng Yanqiu said, "I think you will care about this too."

Ximen Jingxuan clenched his fingers and held the small porcelain bottle in his palm.

This is his and Xin'er's child...

whoosh-

There was a buzzing sound under the tower, and a sharp weapon with a strong wind flew upwards.

"What a strong arrow!" Ximen Jingxuan secretly praised, holding the armrest of Leng Yanqiu's wheelchair with one hand, while dodging backwards.

The Yunfeng Pagoda is tens of meters high, and the "arrow" seems to have the potential to break through the clouds, with a long and fierce range.When approaching the top of Yunfeng Pagoda, it scattered and split into several short arrows.

"You exposed your traces?" Leng Yanqiu waved his sleeves to sweep away the arrows that shot close to him, and asked Ximen Jingxuan on the side.

Ximen Jingxuan was shooting the remaining short arrows back, "Could it be aimed at you?"

"It's also possible." Leng Yanqiu did not refute.

The two leaned against the center of the spire and could look into the distance, but they couldn't see the situation under the tower.

Ximen Jingxuan moved to the edge first, "Huh?"

"What?" Leng Yanqiu heard doubts from Ximen Jingxuan's tone.

"It's that woman." Ximen Jingxuan said.

Leng Yanqiu slid the wheelchair over and looked down, only to see a woman in green was fighting with someone.

Obviously, the woman was struggling, but her purpose was not to fight other people, but to destroy a strange device.

It is not difficult to imagine that that strange thing is the organ that fired the extremely powerful long arrow, and that woman in green is Ouyang Mingjin that Ximen Jingxuan saw in Lin Xiner's room.

"It must be that mute who got your traces to deal with you." Ximen Jingxuan affirmed.

"I saw him, Mo Zengye." Leng Yanqiu noticed the figure behind the mechanism, the arrow just now was shot by Mo Zengye himself.

Unable to attack Lin Xiner, he turned to Leng Yanqiu again.

"Heh..." A cold light flashed in Ximen Jingxuan's eyes.

"Do you want me to help you?" Ximen Jingxuan asked after watching the battle for a while.

Ouyang Mingjin was already trapped, and Mo Zengye pulled the mechanism to prepare for the second launch.

Leng Yanqiu glanced at Ouyang Mingjin, "You save people, I will deal with Mo Zengye."

He was reluctant to provoke that woman.

"This woman's intentions are commendable." Ximen Jingxuan flew down from the top of the tower as he spoke.

The monk who guarded the Yunfeng Pagoda was in a mess because Mo Zengye brought people to appear. Suddenly he saw someone jumping down from the top of the pagoda, his clothes flying like a fairy, and he was all shocked.

Mo Zengye pulled the mechanism, and the second long arrow flew out with strong wind.

"Quick, stop it quickly, this is the Thunder Arrow!" Ouyang Mingjin yelled loudly regardless of his inability to fight back after being hit.

The first one is wind, just a small test.The second branch is thunder, which is bound to be more powerful.

Following Ouyang Mingjin's cry, Ximen Jingxuan had already dealt with her besiegers and rescued her from being trapped.

At the same time, the roof tiles of Yunfeng Pagoda flew horizontally, all of which were shaken by the "Thunder Arrow".

The long female arrow split into countless small arrows, which sprinkled the top of the tower like a rain of arrows, covering the top of the tower several meters square in a dense layer of arrows and remnants of tiles.

This is not just the Thunder Arrow, but also the Rain Arrow. Mo Zengye vowed to use all the anger he received from Lin Xiner on Leng Yanqiu.

He doesn't care about any poisonous or medical skills anymore, he can't control this person, so he wants to destroy him!

Xin'er, don't blame me, I know that if you hurt Leng Yanqiu, you'll hurt your arm, and you'll be in bloody pain, but I can't help it, you're so stubborn, it makes me helpless and heartbroken , let me be so helpless, I said, I will not hurt you...

"Master Leng, Mr. Leng—" Ouyang Mingjin shouted desperately.

"He can't dodge it." Mo Zengye said coldly, looking up at the rain of arrows falling one after another, and the debris of tiles flying down together with the snowflakes.

He managed to find out where Leng Yanqiu was, and he would never give Leng Yanqiu another chance to escape.He is not Mo Yanqing, he will not be threatened by Lin Xiner with Zheng Xianlun again, he has the final say on what he wants to do.

"Excellent, excellent." The monks clasped their hands together.

The top of Yunfeng Pagoda was destroyed, even if there were people, would they still be alive?

"Please, hurry up and save Mr. Leng, I know you can do it!" Ouyang Mingjin turned to Ximen Jingxuan and begged.

Although she didn't know his identity and his origin, she believed that his ability was extraordinary.

Only then did Mo Zengye notice the person who rescued Ouyang Mingjin.

Speaking of which, Mo Zengye had never met Ximen Jingxuan. When he was in Mo Yaxuan, Ximen Jingxuan was also very sick, and he was completely different from now.

Ximen Jingxuan was also looking at Mo Zengye, he had never met Mo Zengye, but from Leng Yanqiu's mouth, he concluded that this person was the mute hiding in Linjiacun, who caused his separation from Xin'er.

Ximen Jingxuan's eyes were very light, covering up all his emotions, not only making Mo Zengye unable to see through, but also adding a sense of disdain for being ignored. In front of this person, he couldn't help but feel inferior.