But he knew very well that Yuan Hui was a man of elusive thoughts. Even the fourth uncle was as smart as he was, and he thought that he could not see through and was a little weird. He was so shallow that he should be more careful. Therefore, he just looked at Yuan Hui with two eyes and said nothing.

Yuanhui said, "Why, junior brother, have you not listened to my moment of killing demons?" Han Yiming breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this: "Senior brother, I will listen naturally. But this matter..." Yuanhui said, "I can't remember this matter completely, but one day I will remember it all. The master once said, as long as I remember it all, I will greatly improve my practice. Therefore, I would like to ask my junior brother to help me with this matter. After I remember it all, I will tell you to listen to this moment of killing demons without any loss. As my gratitude to my junior brother, what do you think?"

Han Yiming said, "Senior brother has his own fate, but he just needs to do what he can, and he will never refuse. I am afraid that I can't help with the senior brother and will disappoint him!" As soon as he finished speaking, Yuanhui saw his eyes burning with burning eyes. The light in his eyes flashed and extremely bright. Han Yiming couldn't help but be surprised. Yuanhui's eyes were lively, but it was agile, but it was a little calm, which made people feel unbelievable. But at this time the spiritual light in Yuanhui's eyes was very bright, and the spiritual energy flowed, and it was definitely not light. It was obviously profound in cultivation! Han Yiming was very surprised, and looked at Yuanhui with both eyes and stopped his mouth.

After a moment, the spiritual energy disappeared without a trace. Yuan Hui smiled and said, "Young brother, don't have to be too humble. This matter really depends on your junior brother for fulfilling it." Han Yiming hesitated when he saw Yuan Hui's impatient spiritual energy, and he did not dare to agree to Yuan Hui easily. He was far less clever than Yuan Hui, and could only respond to all changes with the unchanging.

Yuan Hui said, "Junior brother, okay, don't worry, I won't ask you to change to my sect. At that time, he said such words, which made the junior brother embarrassed. From now on, I won't say this anymore. Why, can't I believe me?" Han Yiming was also a little surprised to see his calm face, which was very different from usual. Yuan Hui said this for the first time, but he still had some doubts. But at this moment, he could only smile: "Where, where."

Yuanhui lowered her voice: "Junior brother, last night..." Han Yiming listened carefully, and his heart suddenly tightened, as if something had caught his heart. He bent down in pain and couldn't speak. Yuanhui was shocked: "Junior brother, what's wrong with you?" He reached out to help. Han Yiming felt that his heart was as if it was splashed with hot oil, and he was unbearable to suffer from anxiety. The pain penetrated the back of his heart, which made him unable to stand up again, bent down and fell to the ground, curled up.

He gritted his teeth and took a big breath, but felt that every breath worsened the pain in his heart. The noise in his ears was extremely noisy, and everyone's long clothes were shaking around. Suddenly, his heart felt like something was stabbing in. It hurt so much that it turned black in front of him. When he saw the blue sky and white clouds again, he also saw the face of his master, uncle, and their faces were under the blue sky and white clouds. Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, and heard the master's voice in his ears: "Okay, okay, wake up!"

Han Yiming was stunned for a while, and gradually understood, thinking, "I fainted?" Before he finished, he heard Shen Ruofu's voice, "President Yuanhui, what's going on with my junior brother? Why did he faint?" Han Yiming couldn't help but be anxious. The younger brother was too outspoken and actually asked Yuanhui. Sure enough, a familiar voice said, "Don't worry, this younger brother, the head of my sect has not done anything to Senior Brother Han. Junior Brother Han suddenly fainted, and even we were very surprised. He immediately invited the commander of the sect to come. Although this is a place where everyone in Chenxi Mountain rests, it is well-connected and in full view of everyone, everyone must see clearly what happened. Lingshan and Chenxi Mountain have always been intimidated, and when such an accident occurs, we are no less surprised than the sect!"

The voice was not Yuan Hui, but the senior brother. His voice was very calm and he spoke very well, as if he was very peaceful, but he blocked the questions below Chen Ruofu. After hearing this, no one could ask again: "What did you do to him?" Han Yiming felt a little painful in his heart and could not speak. He only saw the master frowning slightly and said, "Ruofu, come and help your junior brother up, he is much better." Chen Ruofu squeezed over here, looked at Han Yiming, and reached out to help him: "Little junior brother, how are you doing? Are you getting better?"

He was indeed a warm-hearted person, and his face was a little anxious. Han Yiming held back the pain: "Okay, it's much better. Senior brother, don't worry." Lu Yueqing said: "You help Yiming back first. This is his old illness recurrence, just take a break." Han Yiming couldn't help but wonder where he got his old illness? What old illness? But he didn't show his surprise on his face. Chen Ruofu and Gu Qingquan helped him up and helped him walk away step by step. Han Yiming also heard Yuanhui ask his master about his old illness.

This is definitely not an old disease. Han Yiming was worried that this was the white dragon. There was that dragon scale under his heart. Suddenly, the heart hurt like a bit of a thrust. Is it because the white dragon encountered something unexpected? I can't bear it for a moment. But what can I do? Not only can't do anything, I can't do anything! I can't even spit out a word!

In anger, the master's voice came to him. Several senior brothers around him were all out of their position. Lu Yueqing looked at him and said, "Well, okay, you all go to rest." After they left, they asked, "How are you?" Han Yiming was no longer as painful as before, but the faint pain was still lingering in his heart. He was full of questions, but he didn't dare to ask. Lu Yueqing said, "What's falling off your chest?" This sentence was asked lightly and lowly. Han Yiming looked around, reached into his arms and pressed it, and then took it in his collar. There was nothing, so he shook his head.

Lu Yueqing nodded and sighed softly. Han Yiming suddenly said to himself that if the white dragon had a length and a short time and the dragon scale fell off from his body, he had touched the clothes carefully, and nothing fell off. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh. The master nodded and said, "Well, don't worry like this." He shook his head slightly, sighed again, and turned around and left.

Han Yiming looked at the master's back and felt a move. Is the back last night a master or uncle? I couldn't help but look at the master's back again and again, which was compared to the background he saw last night. Unfortunately, the back I saw last night was too vague and vague, and it was impossible to compare with the result. Is that man the master? Yuan Hui suddenly got up last night, what did it mean?—
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