When he raised his head, his face had not changed much.

  But everyone felt that he was much older than before.

  It's decay from the bottom of my heart.

  Zhu Hao stood in front of him and said, "Any last words?"

  Zhuo Lingzhao didn't speak, and still maintained that posture.

  Zhu Hao frowned, then heaved a sigh of relief.

  This person who once topped the rivers and lakes just left this world so plainly.

  There was the sound of hunting in clothes from behind.

  He came to his side in white clothes, and saw the figure kneeling in front of him.

  Zhu Hao glanced at him and asked, "Do you know him?"

  Bai Yi shook his head: "I've never seen it before!"

  Zhu Hao said: "He is the last Sword God."

  White was silent.

  This sword god is him!

  Zhu Hao turned around and walked down the mountain.

  Ximen Chuixue asked hesitantly, "Do I need to erect a tombstone for him?"

  Zhu Hao said without turning his head: "Even your successor to the title of Sword God has never seen him. How many people in this world know about him? Set up a monument... Who will worship him?"

  When Ximen Chuixue heard this, he felt that there was some truth.

  Leaning away, he caught up with Zhu Hao.

  "You came at the right time. If you didn't arrive before I went down the mountain, we wouldn't be waiting for you!"

  "Why don't you ask me how Emei is?"

  "Need to ask? You are standing in front of me now, enough to explain everything!"

  "..."

  ……

  Once Zhuo Lingzhao died, the Kunlun faction had no room for resistance.

  Although He Zudao is a little pedantic, he is not really an iron man.

  Soon he surrendered with the disciples of the Kunlun faction.

  Zhu Hao didn't stay in Kunlun for much longer, and immediately integrated the troops and headed for Xiuyu Valley in a mighty manner.

  The garden is full of various flowers.

  Fragrant, but not greasy.

  It's a really relaxing place.

  But Yueyue and Lianxing were not happy at all, and they even hated these beautiful flowers.

  If it wasn't for them, how could the two of you have been caught in this ghost place?

  "Sister, when do you think the young master will come to save us?" Lian Xing rested his chin in one hand, his snow-like little face wrinkled together, pitiful.

  "How would I know!" After staying in this place for a long time, Yaoyue's temper that had been restrained a lot gradually grew.

  But the gleam in her eyes was no different from Lianxing.

  Even the dream is the same every night.

  They are all looking forward to it, hoping that the man who is like an immortal in the sky will descend from the sky on the flying sword and take them away.

  "Stop dreaming, he won't come!"

  An ethereal and clear voice like an oriole came from afar.

  The eyes of Yaoyue and Lianxing suddenly appeared nervous.

  The people who come here are dressed in white clothes that beat the snow and have long hair like a waterfall.

  Beautiful face, out of the ordinary.

  In terms of appearance alone, she is definitely not under the sisters Yaoyue and Lianxing.

  Even Suran, who is like an immortal in the sky, does not eat the fireworks of the world, which adds a peerless demeanor that can only be seen from a distance!

  But she was too cold, and the coldness came from her bones.

  The appearance of Kankan made it feel like entering a severe winter in the courtyard, which is like spring all the year round.

  No one wants to get too close to such a person.

  No matter how beautiful she is.

  Even the pretty maids in white clothes who followed behind her also kept a sufficient distance from her.

  She stood in front of Yaoyue and Lianxing, looking down at them.

  Yaoyue and Lianxing bit their lips, faintly fearful.

  But they still held each other's hands, raised their necks and retorted: "You lied!"

  Xichi said: "I never lie!"

  Lian Xing said, "You kidnapped our sisters here while your son and Ximen Chuixue duel had no time to be distracted! You can do such insidious things, what else can't you do?"

  Xichi's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold current surged around him.

  The petals all over the ground were faintly covered with a thin layer of frost.

  She has always been cold and arrogant, and no one has ever dared to speak to her like that.

  The maids behind them trembled, not even daring to lift their heads.

  Yaoyue pulled Lianxing's cold little hand, while she bit her lip and took a step forward.

  After all, Xi Chi didn't get angry, but his voice became colder: "I don't think you know the rules when you are new here. I won't blame you this time... Next time, I will never forgive you!"

  When the words fell, she looked at the two trembling girls, and there was a long-lost softness in her eyes.

  They really look like her when she was young.

  The same peerless elegance, jade bones and ice muscles.

  The same pure and kind, lovable.

  Such a woman should deserve all the tenderness and pity in this world.

  But the men in this world...don't have a good thing!

  Her tone softened slightly, and she said, "¨ˇThe ninth prince you are thinking of, doesn't care about your disappearance at all!"

  "He only cares about his great cause of suppressing the rivers and lakes, and his ambition to unite the world... How can he care about your two little maids?"

  Saying that, she took out a letter and placed it in front of the two women.

  "This is the information collected by the disciples of Yihua Palace. It writes all the things he has done these days."

  "It's best if you believe it, if you don't believe it...it's okay!"

  "I have time in this palace. Wait one year, two years, ten years... When you wait until you are desperate, you will naturally believe what this palace said!"

  "You remember, the men in this world are all ordinary people. Whether they are merchants and pawns, or high-ranking princes, or the so-called knights who are famous all over the world, they are all the same!"

  "Only I move the Flower Palace, which is the most suitable destination for you!"

  The words fell, and suddenly the fragrance swept the ground, and the petals danced all over the ground.

  When the dust fell, the figure in front of him had long since disappeared.

  Yaoyue and Lianxing looked at each other, Xichi's words echoed in their minds, and there was inexplicable panic in their hearts.

  Lian Xing reached out his hand tremblingly, wanting to touch the letter.

  Snapped!

  With a crisp sound, Lian Xing retracted his right hand in pain.

  Yaoyue looked at her, bit her red lips lightly and said, "Trust your son!"

  Lian Xing also looked into her eyes, and then nodded heavily: "Yeah!"

  The valley is deep and the flower path is hidden.

  Shengxue came in white clothes with fragrant wind, and the lotus steps were like the fairy of the broad cold.

  At the corner, the willows are dark and the flowers are bright.

  Beside the Qingshui Pond, a plain white figure was sitting and playing the piano.

  His figure is exquisite and tall, and his waist is full of hands, which is reverie.

  The white hair is like silver threads, and the red dust is gone. .

Chapter 89

  When the song ended, the white-haired man turned his head.

  Although she has white hair, her face is not old.

  Still so beautiful and moving, enough to affect the heart of any man in the world.

  Except for those eyes.

  Under the gaze of these eyes, no man can raise the slightest crooked thoughts.

  It's like in the ice cave in the cold winter season in the north, a pair of men and women are naked, no matter how beautiful the woman is, nothing will happen to them.

  The only thought in my mind is how to live.

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