Chapter 1092 (2/2)
Therefore, the ancient mysterious holy land finally focused on the former Saint Moon Fairy.
The action was fast and everything started quickly as planned.
A large number of holy elites left the Holy Land and entered the ancient Xuancheng.
One after another reclusive immortals came quietly from everywhere, either as the guardian of the holy land or as the elder of Keqing.
In guxuan City, Zhang Wudi also got the news.
”Not dead?”
”He's not dead?”
”It seems that this is destiny. Linzixiao, you are going to cross the world again, and you will cover the tripod with air. Finally, you will become the stepping stone for me to march into the immortal road.”
“……”
Yan Rou lost her. Now he couldn't find the trace of her existence, which made him very angry.
But the guy named Lin Tian wandered under his eyelids all day, but he didn't go out of the city, which made him angry.
Well, there's good news at last.
He didn't care about the murder ten years ago, nor did he care about the glory of the holy land.
All he knew was that the man had come back, and the man he was most eager to kill had come back.
I thought I would never have another chance in my life, but now the opportunity appears.
He is very excited.
He doesn't worry that he is not an opponent at all. Even if the bloody case ten years ago made countless people turn pale at the smell of the man's name, he still has absolute self-confidence.
……
One, two, three.
It's getting closer and closer to the auction of rose chamber of Commerce. I don't know what's going on. It seems more and more lively. For no reason, people feel very depressed and out of breath.
Early this morning, at the end of a small courtyard full of pear incense in the depths of a mansion in ancient Xuancheng, the room was filled with calligraphy, and Zhong min's beautiful girl was seriously painting.
Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps came, and the little maid shouted, ”no, no, miss, the big thing is bad...”
The girl showed her eyebrows and frowned: ”didn't she say don't disturb me when I draw? What's the matter?”
His eyes were always fixed on the painting without leaving a penny.
After a pause outside the door, the little maid said, ”but, miss, something really happened!
Now there are rumors outside that Lin Zixiao has come back and he is not dead!
And, and... ”
Before she finished, the girl in the room shook her hand, and suddenly a large mass of ink fell on the paper, and the painting that had been conceived for a long time was completely destroyed.
The picture shows a man, valiant and valiant, alone against thousands of troops and horses.
Look closely at the words, ”ten years of wind and frost, no heroes, where is Zixiao...”
This should be put in the past. She must drag the little maid in and have a good fight to vent her anger.
But now she can't care at all.
”He's back!”
”He's not dead!”
”Oh, I'm so excited. My hero is back. How should I see him?”
”What should I wear, white or cyan?”
”Do I want to wear jewelry? Which one?”
”Oh, he doesn't recognize me. How can I talk to him?”
”Shall I tell him that I have liked him for a long time, and I fell in love with him when I first heard his story at the age of eight?”
“……”
Girlish feelings are always poetry.
The sudden news made the girl blush and her heart hit like a deer. She suddenly fell into trouble and sweetness.