The four people who instantly lost their sword-holding arms had not yet felt the pain transmitted to their nerves. They were all shattered under Lan Di's rude attack. The exploding blood rain was like fog, spreading in the secret passage, blurring people's vision.

"It's not that you showed up, I'm going to die today..."

Lan Di said with a smile, and the pair of purple eyes were seen in front of him, blocked by blood mist, but he seemed to clearly see the smile that flashed in the pair of eyes.

“It’s not over yet…”

After leaving this, Miaomian figure dropped this and flashed into the secret door. Then a burst of rapid continuous qi fighting sounds came. Landi slowly walked towards the door, pulled out the short sword in his chest, and activated his true energy to stop the continuous loss of blood.

When Landi saw the situation inside the gate, the sound of the attack had just stopped. The Yin and Yang blades in his hand had already been put into his sleeves, and he turned to him with one hand on his waist and said, "I am better to be a killer."

The target this time was a man with a little obese figure, with very white skin, but his body was covered in blood at this moment. He had been hit by eighteen swords and eighteen swords all over his body. Each injury was a critical point, either light or severe. Together, it made him unable to die at this moment, even if his consciousness could not be able to fight back or die together.

Blood kept gushing out of his mouth, his eyes wide open. After several efforts, he finally spoke successfully:

"The Yin-Yang Immortal Sword Technique of the Forgetful Sect...you..."

But finally, I couldn't finish my sentence, and my consciousness dissipated and fell into a pool of blood on the ground.

The so-called "cheap things" that Shisan insisted on asking him to be grateful for, and the "good commission" was finally over.

"How could you be there? If I had known this, I would not have arranged such a tactic."

Zhaohe chuckled and said, "You deserve it. I should have remembered that I must be by your side."

When Lan Di heard this, he pointed to the wound on his chest and smiled, "So, this wound is your little punishment."

He didn't respond, neither deny nor admit it. Instead, he turned the topic back on the topic and said, "Why don't you ask me why I left the team alone, and the situation of Tian Xuanyun and the others?"

Lan Di clamped the blood on her clothes, looked up at her and said, "You have made a special trip to protect me and saved my life. I am still so ungrateful, do you still have a conscience?"

Zhao heard this and smiled with satisfaction in his eyes and said softly, "I left the team when I saw that there was no danger to them. Not long ago, when you thought about sword issues every day, you went to find the secret notes left by Xuanyuan. They all successfully left the Earth Demon and returned, as if they were helped by someone among the demons."

After saying that, she disappeared into the air again, leaving no room for him to continue asking.

In fact, Lan Di didn't want to ask questions, although she was also a little curious about their way of leaving and encounters. But she didn't intend to talk about these things at this moment, and she was only thinking about what to do. Strictly speaking, this was the second time she had saved him.

He was wondering why she treated him like this. But he couldn't ask, but he knew in his heart that if there were still hidden masters here who had not been noticed by them today, they would be at the moment when they returned to Xuanmen.

After being unwilling to the Xuanmen, Dimo ​​Sect will be regarded as a shame after revealing its identity, and it will be difficult for them to survive. The vast world will become difficult to accommodate. If she delivers her fate to this sword, she will be delivered.

After thinking about it for a while, he suddenly had a question and a thought. He always felt that he had suffered too much entanglement in his previous life, but he did not dare or had encountered any fate in the past that he had to make decisions for this life.

But if there is really, will he dare to do it? Does he really have the courage to take charge and face fate?

He wanted to know, but he felt that he had such a reason, but he just realized it today. So he spoke without any hesitation.

"See, marry me. We will stay in the Dimo ​​Sect and not go back."

He didn't think it was an impulse. He suddenly understood why Zhao would do this to him. Zhao's beautiful face was lost for him in Xianlai Villa, and her fate was delivered to him today. In fact, she had already tied her fate with him. She was always around him, and he had long been used to it.

He never disgusted, just because he also felt that he didn't seem to have to separate from her. What other emotions could be matched to this level? Lan Di only thought of one kind.

The sound is very loud, every word is clear, and the lingering sound is echoing repeatedly in the secret passage for a long time.

But he waited for a long time and received no response, neither agreed nor refused. But Lan Di knew that Zhao must be still nearby and would never really not hear him. He didn't want to let it go, and immediately said, "You are silent and agreed."

After saying this, Zhao's gentle voice came to his ears and said, "When you put your heart into full force, you will be in your opinion. Until then, you are not qualified to say such words."

Lan Emperor understood what she meant, and a burst of anger arose. He thought of the past in his mind, the pressure everywhere around him when he was in the Tianxuan Gate, the Emperor Tianxuan in the Tianxuan Palace, the assassination he had once repented, and the Emperor's vigilance and hostility towards him...

He almost yelled, "You just need to answer whether I am willing or not. Don't mention these things. I don't want to know at all, let alone have any entanglements with the past. In this life, I only want to live a life that belongs to this life! Do you even want to use my previous life as an example?"

His anger was not shaken by his attitude as he was still hiding. Her understatement made him unable to get angry again and had to accept her request.

"If you don't know yourself in the subconscious, don't know yourself, don't figure it out, what qualifications do you have to say things you don't want to be entangled with in the past? What qualifications do you have to say that you can cut off the past, that person who is not the past, that heart? How can you make yourself take the responsibility for today's promise in the future?"

Randy suddenly became mute.

Seeing that he was silent, he threw down the words that hit him again, saying, "Actually have you ever thought about why you forgot your previous life and can't remember it at all? How could the dignified Sword Emperor let his reincarnation completely forget everything? I thought, I thought, it was not because of some special promise, or because you were too afraid that you would remember it."

He was stunned.

He had thought about it, but never thought about it like this. She said it right. The dignified Sword Emperor can enter the cycle of reincarnation without being able to keep that memory? Why can't he remember it at all? It's true as he said?

Because of a promise, or, fear of remembering?

When the world returns to the embrace of light, the steaming water vapor in the air under the irradiation of the scorching sun twists the scenery of the world, making everything unreal. The streets of the glorious city are bustling with people and bustling as usual.

Among the crowd of people who were in love, there was a cold-faced man who was particularly eye-catching. His clothes were clean, but they were too old and too broken. The patches on it almost made people suspect that there were ghosts. There were no villagers who were so poor near Huihuang City. Moreover, he was definitely not a villager, because he had a sword hanging around his waist and a magic weapon of excellent quality, which was so good that many people dreamed of.

The man's weirdness naturally attracted the attention of others.

Where did he come from?

How could he bring such a treasure here?

But no one came to talk to him. In the public eye, few people were willing to talk to such a weird person.

The man was facing the scattered sun. Whenever he walked to a different road, he would stop and look at the surrounding buildings for a while before he decided to the next direction. He ignored the eyes of others, his head never lowered, and he never avoided any intersection of sight of others.

Finally someone talked to him, it was Thirteen. It was not that she was curious and indifferent to the focus, but because the man stopped after walking to the gate of Thirteenth Ray Ya Group and was still walking in.

The members of the Thirteenth Regiment who were staying near the door were not bad enough to stop him, but they also thought it was very inappropriate to let him in at this moment, and there was a distinguished guest inside. They had to call Thirteen out and go to take over the final procedures for Thirteen in person.

Thirteen was very curious about the man, curious about the source of his weapons, curious about how capable he was to walk here from afar, and eliminate many dangers encountered on the road. The sword on his waist was enough to bring him countless dangers.

She found it very interesting, a rookie who just ran out of the countryside.

"I am the leader of the 13th Qiya regiment. What's the point of doing?"

Of course, he could not have been here to entrust a task, Thirteen is very sure of this. The biggest possibility is that he has always been seeking back or taking revenge.

The man raised his hand to clean his hair and spread the strands that blocked his vision away. After careful examination for thirteen moments, he said one by one, "A month ago, a man named Dong Cheng in the Black Night City was assassinated and died. I know it was done by the man from Qiya."

Thirteen suddenly realized that it was seeking revenge. But he interrupted him and said, "Where are you from? What's your name? Who is Dong Cheng?"

"Shanling Town. My surname is Dong, my name is Li, and the name is Taoli. He is the biological father." The man replied meticulously.

Thirteen had to shake his head and looked at him with some pity. It was really difficult for him to come. Shanling Town is close to Zhongli City, which is very far away from here, and is more than 4,000 miles away. But he said strangely, "You really don't look like his son."

Li Dong replied patiently, "Because it seems very poor, right? Actually, I am not poor, and I have never lacked anything since I was a child. My father always refused to let me leave the mountain tomb, saying that I am too determined to kill. Although he has little time, he has always been a good father."

His answer seemed a bit irrelevant, but Thirteen understood very well that he was talking about it, and he would avenge his biological father who died at the hands of 255. He couldn't help but feel a little sorry for Lan Di. He thought it was a good deal, but not only did he almost die, but he also caused such revenge trouble afterwards.

Thinking of this in his heart, he shook his head and said, "That's impossible. Qiya is just a mercenary group. It has iron rules. It's impossible to tell you who was carrying out the mission that day, nor who the employer behind you is."
Chapter completed!