Sacred Devil

Even Xie Yu didn't know. At what time, Jiang Hao's shadow had already entered his heart and could not extricate himself.

She tried hard to drive Jiang Hao's shadow away, but the harder she tried, the more lingering it was. Just at that moment, Jiang Hao, like a hero of the world, fell from the sky, and her heart was beating in vain.

"Yao Yao? Why don't you see Yao Yao? " Jiang Hao looked at Ye Ling with some doubts and asked.

"Yao Yao went to find the South Gate City Lord. After all, the Shiyin sect is not an ordinary force. If the South Gate City Master doesn't fight, it will be very difficult for the snow city to be preserved." Ye Ling sighed and looked at Jiang Hao.

Jiang Hao nodded and began to walk towards the city Lord's house. Nanmen feirong had been in the city Lord's house before, but now Ali, as the Acting City Lord of the snow city, also began to practice in seclusion, so he rarely lived in the city Lord's house.

"Jiang Hao, I didn't expect you to come back." Just when Jiang Hao just entered the city Lord's mansion, a rough voice rang out.

Feirong, with a broad sword on his back, walked straight to Jiang Hao.

Jiang Hao looks at Nanmen feirong, his eyes are not restrained. Nanmen feirong's complexion and state are excellent, but Jiang Hao feels that Nanmen feirong is injured, and he is also hurt.

"You're hurt." Jiang Hao looked at the South Gate feirong, solemnly said: "you are not closed cultivation, you are in the closed door recovery injury."

Nanmen feirong was stunned and looked at Jiang Hao's eyes with a trace of bitterness. In recent years, he did not practice in seclusion because he was injured and was seriously injured. However, he forced himself to support himself and told the monks in the wasteland that if he was still alive, the snow city would not fall.

But now, Jiang Hao saw at a glance that he was injured, and also said that over the years, he was not practicing, but recovering.

"Jiang Hao, how do you see that? I think it's very good to hide. Even many old-fashioned deification strong people can't see a flaw, but you say I'm hurt Nanmen feirong acquiesced to his injury, looking at Jiang Hao asked.

"You hide very well, but you forget that you were not such a warm-hearted person before. You were all Nanmen feirong, the swordsman of the wasteland. You were extremely indifferent. Even if I was a Li's elder martial brother, even if I had a certain reputation in the wasteland, it was impossible for you to treat me like that. Besides, your breath was unstable. I guess you must have been hurt." Jiang Hao looked at the South Gate feirong, word by word analysis.

When Nanmen feirong heard Jiang Hao's analysis, he could not help sighing, and was not speaking.

He has recovered for several years, these years, his injuries are always repeated, can not recover the root, which makes him very distressed.

"Here you are. Maybe he can help you with your injury." Jiang Hao directly took out a crystal clear pill, and then handed it to Nanmen feirong, saying.

Nanmen feirong takes the pill, which is like white jade. It is crystal clear and has a strong fragrance, which makes people feel uneasy.

"This is white jade pill!" Nanmen feirong took a deep breath, with a trace of shock in his eyes.

The white jade pill belongs to the four grade pills, and it is the best of the four grade pills, and it is also the holy medicine to recover the wounds. However, it is very difficult to refine the white jade pill. Even many five grade alchemists may not be able to refine the four grade Dan.

"Yes, I hope this pill can help you." Jiang Hao nodded and looked at the south gate.

Nanmen feirong took a deep breath, and then looked at Jiang Hao's eyes with a trace of feeling. His tone was a little excited and said, "I'll go to refine the pills first. You'll live in the city Lord's mansion first."

Jiang Hao looked at the South Gate feirong, who left in the wind and fire, with a smile on his face.

"Let's go. I haven't seen Yao Yao for a long time." Jiang Hao smiles and looks at a Li three people to say.

The three nodded, followed Jiang Hao behind, and then went to the main hall.

Feng Yaoyao was sitting on the main hall. She wrote on a piece of white paper with a writing brush. She did not notice Jiang Hao and others coming in.

As it was written, Feng Yaoyao couldn't help sobbing. Her tears fell on the paper, leaving a trace of tears.

A suicide note!

What Feng Yaoyao wrote is a suicide note!

She didn't know whether they were alive in the war. If they could, the book would be useless to anyone. If they died, Jiang Hao might have seen it in the ruins of Xuecheng.

"No one can hurt you, so you don't have to write a suicide note." Jiang Hao's voice was full of softness and said slowly.

Feng Yaoyao, who had just finished his writing, kept shaking. Then he turned around and looked at Jiang Hao in amazement. His eyes were unbelievable. Then she pinched her face for fear that she was dreaming.

"Am I not dreaming?" Feng Yaoyao whispered.

"You didn't dream. I came back and kept you waiting." Jiang Hao looks at Feng Yaoyao with a gentle face.

"Young master!" Feng Yaoyao ran to Jiang Hao. At this time, she didn't care about the image or the lady.She just wanted to throw herself into Jiang Hao's arms. Even if it was a dream, she just wanted to feel Jiang Hao's chest. She even wrote the suicide note and was about to go out to meet the monk of the Shiyin sect, so she didn't care at all.

Even if it's a dream, it's also a good dream. After all, I met Jiang Hao.

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