Chapter 1395 (2/2)

”Stop, who are you, trespassing...”

”Get out of here!”

Before the guard's words were finished, he was pushed away by Zhao Tong.

Although he is also a warrior, he is at least ten times better than the two guards.

At this time, he pushed aside the two guards, rushed into the gate, and then, according to his memory, ran all the way to the depth.

Along the way, many people looked at him in consternation. They didn't know where he came from.

Zhao Tong can't take care of the eyes of the people around him now.

He didn't even care whether the people around him were men or women and what they looked like.

What he noticed at this time was that there were white lanterns, white cloth and plain stripe everywhere in the territory of this small sect.

This is clearly the expression of someone's death!

When he thought of his master's age at that time, Zhao Tong's heart sank with the pace.

It's really cruel.

I finally see through the life and death, back here, is to face such a situation?

Zhao Tong bit his teeth and sped forward, his feet splashing on the ground.

His body was soaked all the way, but he didn't care about it at this time.

Run to the deepest building.

The door of the small building was closed.

There was a faint sound of someone talking inside.

Zhao Tong took a deep breath, strode over and pushed the door open.

A pot of charcoal was burning in the room. When I opened the door, I felt a warm feeling.

Inside the room, an old man who looked very thin seemed to be talking to the person opposite him.

The moment he saw the old man, Zhao Tong felt his nose sour and his eyes red.

When the door was pushed open, the old man stopped talking with another person in the room and turned to Zhao Tong.

When the old man saw Zhao Tong, he didn't look surprised. He just said with a smile, ”Xiao Tong is back.”

The tone is peaceful, as if Zhao Tong went out to do business in the morning and just came back in the afternoon.

This moment of trance even made Zhao Tong forget that he had left here for more than ten years, instead of going out in the morning and just coming back in the afternoon.

The other one in the room is a middle-aged man.

He looked at the old man, and then at Zhao Tong, his eyes filled with doubts.

It is obvious that the middle-aged man is very familiar with the old man and the small sect.

But for a moment, he could not remember that there was such a figure in this small sect.

But a moment later, the middle-aged people's eyes, there is a sudden.

His eyes fell on Zhao Tong and he didn't speak any more.

At this time, Zhao Tong walked into the house step by step.

His steps left wet footprints on the ground.

In front of the thin old man, Zhao Tong went down to his knees with a plop and knocked heavily on the ground.

”Master, I'm back.”