Verdict of Fate

Xiao Xiangfeng walked alone in the desolate ancient city, but his heart was even more desolate than the ancient city. He didn't know what this feeling was like.

Was it sadness or was it desire.

And right in front of the city gate stood an old man wearing black clothes. He was dressed in ancient clothing and his hair was scattered by the wind.

Xiao Xiangfeng suddenly froze and said, "Senior Tu! Why are you here? "

Slaughtering Dragon said, "Your body is too heavy for me to handle. I can even find you there. "

Laughing to the Wind in the Grotto can't be remembered at all. He did not know that he had activated the dark energy that was sealed within his heart. He did not know that he had almost taken the life of a dragon slayer. He did not know that it was the dragon slaying that used his entire life's worth of skill to wake him up.

When he woke up, he was by the side of the Dragon Slayer.

Xiao Wen Feng said, "Senior Tu, this junior has something to take care of. This junior will naturally return the favor of saving my life another day." With that said, he quickened his steps and headed out of the city.

Dragon Slayer looked at the disappearing Laughing Xiang Feng, and nodded in his heart. Maybe he saw a real young hero, or maybe he had already found a descendant that he hadn't seen in years.

Xiao Xiang Feng hurried forward. He suddenly thought of something. He thought to himself: Crap! I forgot what Master told me!

Just as he was about to return to the ancient city, something suddenly fell from his body. It was a note that said, "Fifty chapters of autumn has passed. Undead have not yet surpassed the limit.

Of course he didn't understand what it meant, but he knew that one of the notes was left by a dragon. It must have something to do with the massacre fifty years ago. There was no need to think any further. He sprinted all the way back to Nameless Island in the shortest time possible. Xiao-Wen Feng ran at full speed. If there was a mountain in front of him, he would climb over it. If there was a river in front of him, he would cross the river. After running for an unknown amount of time, they passed by the Yangtze River and the bustling city. Passing by the apartment where he lived with Sima Ling. Finally, they arrived at the dock.

Laughing to the point of bursting his lungs, Laughing to the point, he panted, "The boat." Boatman. "Break through!"

However, the boatman said lightly, "Today's opening time is over! Come back tomorrow! "

Xiao Xiangfeng's expression became wooden, "What? Not opening today? I'm in a hurry! Please help me! "

The boatman still didn't look at him. "I said it!" Not today! "Come tomorrow!"

After saying that, the boatman whispered something to the side.

He could no longer hold back his laughter. He grabbed the boatman's shirt and said harshly, "I'll let you open it for me!"

The latter was so frightened by his ice-cold expression that she suddenly trembled. He mumbled, "You. What are you doing? "

Laughing to the Wind didn't have time to waste on him. It was only a kick to his lower abdomen, but he didn't put too much force into it. The boatman's lower body was convulsing, and he curled up on the ground in pain.

Laughing so much that his eyes turned red. She grabbed his hair and said coldly, "Are you going to open it or not!"

The boatman said with an ashen face, "Go." "Open!"

The surface of the sea remained calm. However, the hearts of Laughing to the Wind fluctuated. He couldn't calm down no matter how hard he tried. It seemed like something was about to happen. He didn't know if this feeling was real or fake, but it was like having no hair to pacify his fluctuating heart.

It was worn out very slowly. Laughing to the point of wanting to step over the sea.

He knew that something must have happened to the Sima family, otherwise Sima Ling would not have left without saying goodbye. He had to return to Nameless Island first, hand over the note to Nameless, and then head back to the Sima family.

But the damn sea just can't dry up. Even more so, he didn't know how Sima Chang Feng's sect was doing right now.

Finally, the whistle sounded. Laughing towards the wind finally had a foundation. Without waiting for the boat to land, he jumped into the sea and swam madly towards the shore.

He ran all the way while soaking wet. Finally, they arrived at the nameless cabin in the woods.

"Master!" "Master!" I'm back! " Laughing to the wind as he ran.

But there was nothing in it.

Xiao Xiangfeng was curious, his master would never leave this place. As he thought about it, he walked into the thatched cottage. As soon as he entered, his eyes widened, and his mind went blank. The sight before him made him feel as if he was in a nightmare. The chair turned over the table. A trail of wolves. Laughing to the wind followed by a violent beating heart, shook his head and said, "Impossible!" Impossible! "That's impossible!" The sound grew louder and louder. He suddenly ran out like a madman.

Laughing towards the wind became crazy again. All sorts of conjectures and speculations were thrown at him. He didn't dare to think about it. He didn't dare to even think about it.

Laughing at Windward though he was mad. However, he was clear-headed. He knew that with Nameless' skills, he would naturally not be framed. However, why would he leave without saying anything?

However, things were not as he had imagined. Nameless was indeed framed. And this man was the one who had slaughtered more than a thousand people in one night in the ancient city fifty years ago. This was the man.

Ongoing.