She quickly dodged into the alley and saw the back of the middle-aged man with silver hair in the crowd on the street.

The man seemed to notice something, turned around and looked around. Seeing that there was nothing unusual, he couldn't help but smiled mockingly and said to himself: "Do you really feel wrong?" He seemed to have seen the girl's back just now.

This person is the rest of the poem.

On that day, Jiang Zuilan stabbed his heart in his heart, and he was left with only one breath, but he fell asleep for a few days before he woke up.

After waking up, the person was already in his bedroom, and Niujue was right in front of him. When Niujue saw him awake, he asked him for his order to come out of the mountain to get people.

Although it was afterwards, when I heard the two of them again, Can Que still spurted out a mouthful of blood.

But he was very angry. He gritted his teeth and said to Niujue: "From now on, there will be no Jingfeng in the Purgatory Sect again. From now on, Niujue will be the eldest disciple of the Purgatory Sect!"

Niujue looked up in shock, but quickly disguised the emotions in his eyes.

When Can Que saw that his black hair had turned into silver hair, he couldn't help laughing loudly until he ran out of his throat.

When Xi'er passed away, the sacred Que got ten years old overnight. However, after Xi'er, he devoted his feelings to Jiang Zuilan, but in the end he was betrayed by Jiang Zuilan, which made him grow old overnight.

He waved his hand and asked Niujue to retreat. When he was the only one left in the house, he could no longer hold back his tears.

He grabbed his heart, and the position was as if it was suffocating, painful, and boundless pain.

Zeng Xier's death made him feel pain for more than ten years.

Just as the pain in his heart was slowly healing, Jiang Zuilan inserted the knife into a deeper place in his heart, and the new and old injuries were intertwined overnight!

The pain in the body is tolerated, but the pain in the heart is heart-wrenching!

It turns out that the most painful pain in the world is leaving and betrayal! The wounded memories are roughly lifted away, and what cannot be blown away is the pain!

That night, the rest of the poem was sad and desperate.

The next day he left the Purgatory Gate alone, and he wanted to find Jiang Zuilan.

No one can escape so freely after hurting his broken body and mind.

The wind is not good, and Alan is not good!

After leaving the Purgatory Gate, Can Que always felt that Jiang Zuilan was indeed here.

I have to say that the feeling of the silence is amazingly accurate!

Jiang Zuilan looked at the broken syllables with silver hair, and compared with the broken syllables in her impression, she seemed to be over ten years old and had a little sadness. But just in her stunned mind, the broken syllables in front of her were only a little white shadow.

She was surprised that Can Que was not dead, but she was more aware. After all, how could a person who was about to appear in the main text die easily?

She looked around vigilantly, and saw that no one was following her, so she felt relieved.

Now she and Can Que have basically broken up, and meeting again is an enemy.

She slowly exited the bustling streets and strolled in the cool forest. Suddenly, the sound of the wind broke out sounded.

Jiang Zuilan quickly hid behind a big tree and listened carefully to the movement. It seemed that someone was using light skills to rush into the forest not far away.

Jiang Zuilan looked at him and saw that he was a suspicious disciple of the Tianyan Sect!

Did something big happen to Tianyan Sect? It seemed that the plot was about to begin. She used her light skills and quietly followed the disciples of Tianyan Sect that year.

The man turned around from time to time, looked around, and was extremely cautious, and finally arrived at a wide open land in the forest.

Jiang Zuilan looked over from a distance in the dark, and there were many people on the open space.

Then, she saw a familiar figure, with a bit of domineering spirit in her steady state.

It's Qin Yang.

The good show is about to happen, so Jiang Zuilan decided to eat melons.

Her eyes fell on Qin Yang, and he was still dressed in white and had a face like a jade-like man.

A man in black stood opposite Qin Yang, with a stiff face but a rebellious face.

Qin Yang's sharp eyes swept over the man with a little arrogance, "Since your sect leader invites us here, why do you dodge and refuse to show up?"

Qin Yang said this very gentle. If he was a rude person, he should directly scold the other party for being hunched, and he would not dare to come out for fear of death.

The man in black sneered, "When the person who should come comes, he will naturally appear." The man said something strange, and Jiang Zuilan knew that he was using false voices.

This person speaks neither humble nor arrogantly, and his aura is not overwhelmed by Qin Yang at all.

Qin Yang gradually felt a little more appreciative in his eyes.

The man in black looked at the disciples of the Tianyan Sect, then looked at the thick leaves on the trees in the distance, and a little blue faintly revealed. The corners of his lips curled slightly, and then his eyes suddenly became cold when he looked at Qin Yang, and his palm slapped at Qin Yang like lightning.

He was very close to Qin Yang, and when he came out of his palm, he was very quick and without any warning. He saw that this palm was about to slap Qin Yang.

Naturally, Qin Yang could not have been unprepared and tapped his feet and retreated several feet suddenly.

At the same time, using internal strength in his hand, a stream of air mixed with thunder, attacking the man in black.

The man in black failed to hit the attack, but as expected, he instantly flipped back a few times and landed steadily on the tree beside him.

The disciple below had long been scolding him for being shameless and cheating, and the man was not annoyed. He smiled faintly and looked at Qin Yang quietly, with an inquiry gaze flashing with interest in his eyes.

Qin Yang's heart sank at this moment. The skills shown by this man in black in just a few moves can be regarded as the top master in the martial arts world today.

A subordinate's martial arts are so good, it is conceivable that the leader's strength is extraordinary.

It seems that the person who chose the branch is indeed quite good.

He raised his hand and stopped in the air, and the people present suddenly stopped talking, "Who are you?" He asked calmly at the man in black, with a slightly solemn expression.

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