This face is a little white, with a slightly messy purple-black hair hanging from the forehead to cover half of the corner of the eyes. He was holding a Seven-Star Sword in his hand. With this slightly quaint ronin dress, he looked quite like an overseas swordsman.

Zhao Xiyang looked at herself in the mirror, very strange.

"Is this me?" He couldn't believe it, always suspected that there was not a mirror in front of him, but a door of time and space. It was not his own mirror, but another person standing in the door of time and space. He could even feel that person's breathing, that person's heartbeat, and that person's mood. These did not belong to him, including his small movements that were gently stroking his hair, all belonged to another person.

"No flaw!" Chunyue, who was standing behind him, said in amazement, "Even her expression and behavior have changed."

"But, is this still me?" Zhao Xiyang turned around and looked at Chunyue, "Will you still accept me if I became like this?"

Chunyue smiled: "You always think so much. What I like is your soul. You are just adding a mask of human skin and it has not changed inside. Why can't I accept it?"

"So...I'll go out like this?"

"Yes, just go out like this."

"I can finally go out!" Zhao Xiyang was a little excited and worried.

"You not only have to walk out of this dark room, but you also have to walk out of the forbidden zone that imprisons your soul and let go of your mind. From then on, you will change your life and the vast sky!" Chunyue encouraged him with her eyes, "From today, you can not only go out, but you will also become a stolen figure in Nalan City."

"However, my strength is not enough to support me to become such a person." Zhao Xiyang said with a little frustration, "I am just a fake tiger. And I don't know if I can play my role well later."

"If you don't have enough strength, just work harder and make your strength enough!" Chunyue said, "Believe me, you can do it!"

Zhao Xiyang slowly raised the Seven-Star Sword in his hand. The sword body was like the water of the Milky Way, with starlight floating. There were seven star dots engraved on one side of the sword body. To observe with his spiritual sense, it was as if he was holding seven swords in his hand.

Zhao Xiyang's magic power is not high, but it does not mean that he has poor eyesight. His family has a profound knowledge and has a deep study of swordsmanship. It can be seen at a glance that this sword obtained from the God of Wealth is a rare sword in the world.

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The sword body was like a mirror, reflecting his face that made him feel strange, but there was a hint of perseverance in his eyes.

Zhao Xiyang waved the sword a few times, and the sword light flowed, and the room was shining. Then he put away the sword and turned around and came out resolutely.

When Chunyue saw his expression and steps, she knew that Zhao Xiyang had finally walked out of the haze of her heart.

All of this is thanks to the man who is waiting outside at this moment.

She followed Zhao Xiyang closely and came to the secret room.

Qi Wufei and Xiaoxue were sitting there waiting for them.

Seeing Zhao Xiyang coming out, Qi Wufei looked up and down a few times, and smiled and said, "No, there is no flaw. I won't recognize you in the future."

"Mr. Qi, don't worry, I will never use this mask to use a fake identity in front of you." Zhao Xiyang bowed.

Qi Wufei said: "I'm not worried about this. What I'm worried about is whether you can control this mask and this new identity. Do you understand what we are going to do next?"

"clear."

"Ready?"

"It's ready!" Zhao Xiyang nodded solemnly.

Qi Wufei looked at Zhao Xiyang's eyes, looked for a while, and confirmed that the firmness in his eyes was not temporarily disguised, then nodded, then looked at Chunyue and smiled and said, "Boss, do you feel at ease to let him go with me?"

Chunyue said: "I have never been assured as I am now."

She looked at Zhao Xiyang again, and Zhao Xiyang was also looking at her. The two of them looked at each other for a long time, but no one spoke. Thousands of words were in this gaze.

Qi Wufei knew that they were all ready, so he put on his cloak and said to Xiaoxue: "Let's go."

Xiaoxue was startled: "Ah? Am I going too?"

Qi Wufei said, "Go, of course you have to go. The person who rose up with the pomegranate tree on the banks of Acacia Lake is still alive. He has been monitoring your place in Guirenzhuang. Don't you want to go and see it?"

Xiaoxue gritted her teeth and said, "Okay! I'm going to watch him die!"

Chunyue was very envious. She also wanted to go, but now it was the most lively time in the ghost market. If someone came to Chunyue Tower to find her, she was not there. In addition, what Qi Wufei and Zhao Xiyang did tonight would spread, which would easily arouse people's suspicion. So she could only watch the three of them leave with envy and silently wish them in her heart.

Zhao Xiyang flew with his sword, and Qi Wufei followed him with Xiaoxue.

Qi Wufei could see that Zhao Xiyang was a little stiff when he was controlling the sword. Apart from not being familiar with this sword, his sword skills were indeed not enough. However, his method of controlling the sword was unique. Obviously, the Taoist skills he learned were very skillful, but it was a pity that he had been too wasted in the past few decades. I hope he can really cheer up from now on, use his extra effort to make up for the wasted time in the past.

The three of them arrived at Guiren Village soon.

Zhao Bingkun was sitting in the living room watching TV. However, the TV did not connect to any TV signal, but a surveillance screen divided into nine grids. The nine pictures correspond to the scenes around the two villas where Dongyue and Xiaoxue lived. Anyone who entered these two villas would be discovered by him.

For some reason, Zhao Bingkun was a little uneasy tonight. He thought that the tension caused by his fake God of Wealth had not yet passed. But God of Wealth had already come, and everything went smoothly tonight's plan. Logically speaking, this tension should have disappeared long ago, but he could not think of any reason other than that.

He sat there quietly, watching nine still dark scenes on TV.

In one of the pictures, a man appeared, wearing a black square cloak, covering his face.

Zhao Bingkun immediately became alert.

The man suddenly stood still, turned around, faced the camera, and stood quietly. From the surveillance screen, he looked like a ghost.

Then the ghost stretched out his hand and raised a middle finger at him.

Zhao Bingkun stood up. He was not sure who this person was, but at least one thing he knew was that his surveillance measures had been discovered, and this person was probably related to Dongyue.

While he was thinking about whether to go out to intercept or continue to observe through surveillance, the person under surveillance suddenly disappeared.

Zhao Bingkun was shocked.

Because the man did not flash out of the picture with some body movement, but really disappeared into the picture out of thin air. This surveillance lens is very clear and wide-angle, with a large range of shooting. No matter how fast the body movement is, it is impossible for him to escape Zhao Bingkun's eyes.

Really like a ghost!

Zhao Bingkun was panicked. This was a strange feeling. A practitioner would actually doubt and be afraid of ghosts. It was a joke to tell it out. But Zhao Bingkun does feel this way now.

Dingdong!

The doorbell rang.

It's so late, it's definitely not a delivery person.

Zhao Bingkun raised his sword, walked over, and peered out from the cat's eyes. He saw two people, one wearing a cloak, and the other was a young man with purple hair and white face, holding a sword in his hand, which was quite like a swordsman.

Seeing the sword, Zhao Bingkun felt relieved.

He had never seen this face, but he had seen that sword. It was the weapon of the God of Wealth. He had seen the God of Wealth use it with his own eyes. But he didn't know why it was carried in his hand today.

Zhao Bingkun opened the door, took a look again, and confirmed that it was indeed the sword, and then said respectfully: "Master, why are you back? Is there anything important?"

He said as he glanced at the person wearing a cloak next to him, remembering the ghost with his middle finger raised in the surveillance screen, and frowned unconsciously.

The God of Wealth did not speak, and walked directly in. The man in the cloak followed him step by step.

Zhao Bingkun closed the door and followed in.

After entering the living room and just about to sit down on the sofa, Zhao Bingkun suddenly stood there, as if he had become petrified, staring at the surveillance screen.

In the picture, the ghost appeared again, still standing in the position just now, motionless, and raising his middle finger towards the camera.

However, in just a moment, it disappeared again.

Zhao Bingkun seriously suspected that he was confused and hurried to check the surveillance camera, but after checking it, he found that there was no problem.

"The head of the family..." Zhao Bingkun felt a little guilty, always feeling something was wrong tonight. "Is something wrong?"

The God of Wealth did not speak, but raised the seven-star sword in his hand and hit the tip of the sword straight to Zhao Bingkun's heart.

Zhao Bingkun was startled, but he did not dare to avoid it. He knew very well that if the God of Wealth wanted to kill him, he would not be able to avoid it.

However, when the God of Wealth stabbed the sword, he felt that it was not sharp enough, as if the God of Wealth was seriously injured, perhaps only using half of the success power.

"What's going on in the head?" he asked.

"You did a good thing!" The God of Wealth's sword tip went forward and sent it forward, piercing Zhao Bingkun's clothes and stabbing the skin on his chest.

Zhao Bingkun wanted to resist, but he still had no courage. Moreover, he did not feel the decisive murderous intent from the God of Wealth. Based on his understanding of the God of Wealth, if he really did something wrong and was dead at this moment, the God of Wealth would never tell him nonsense.

"I really don't understand the head of the family! If I do something wrong, please let me tell you clearly!"

"Look back and see who is behind you."

Zhao Bingkun looked down at the sword that was pressing against his heart before turning his head carefully.

He saw the man in a cloak, slowly took off the cloak from his head, revealing a white and petite face.

"It's you!" Zhao Bingkun didn't know what Xiaoxue was named, but after monitoring her for so many days, he certainly recognized who she was. It was Zhao Bingkun who reported the meeting between Xiaoxue and Qi Fei to the God of Wealth.

Xiaoxue's appearance made Zhao Bingkun feel something was wrong and he doubted the identity of the God of Wealth in front of him. However, it was too late. Because the sword pierced his chest.

But Zhao Bingkun is not an ordinary person. In the entire Ma Xiang, except for the God of Wealth, perhaps only Dongfeng's strength is better than him, and he doesn't take other people seriously. That's why he can pretend to be the God of Wealth and meet Duanmucheng so calmly.

When the tip of the sword pierced into the heart, Zhao Bingkun was completely sure that the person in front of him was not the God of Wealth. Because the God of Wealth's magic power would never be so weak. If the God of Wealth took action, he would probably not have any power to resist at this moment.

He quickly mobilized the true energy in his body to protect his heart. The soft tissue between his ribs became as hard as metal wire and wrapped around the blade of the Seven Star Sword.

The sword opposite was halfway through, and now he could no longer move forward. Although this was a sword, it only penetrated two inches deep into the heart, which was not fatal to Zhao Bingkun.

His magic power is still there. In his judgment, the person in front of him is only between the second and third grades. Under normal circumstances, he cannot catch his full blow.

Now, he only needs to fight back with all his strength while protecting his heart, and believe that the other party will be killed by him immediately.

Zhao Bingkun's eyes showed murderous intent, and with a turn of his hand, a short blade appeared in his hand.

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a hint of coldness and couldn't help but chill. The cold came extremely suddenly, and he almost threw away the knife in his hand.

He felt an ice-made knife pressing against his back heart, echoing the sword in front.

The chill coming from the back became stronger and stronger.
To be continued...