"Why are you so anxious?"
Wuxiangzi frowned rarely, raised his hand to collect all the information, and said: "Send additional people to find her quickly and tell her to come back immediately!"
” Now is not the time to explore the details of the Toad Palace, not to mention, he still doesn't know the details of the Toad Palace?
"Yes" The little demon hurriedly retreated, the speed was only enough to leave an afterimage.
Han Chuan, who was pulling his handsome face, glanced at the pen that was placed on the table by Wuxiangzi: "Crane Gongzi, can you still draw?"
” "Draw.
Since you want to seize the Demon Hidden Pavilion, there will be no reason not to draw.
Wuxiangzi threw the silk silk on the ground, lifted the pen, and it was the crane boy who was moody again.
Han Chuan lowered his eyelids, his fingers walked over the lines of the treasure, and he spoke unceremoniously about the distribution.
Two pleasing demons stand together in the light orange light of the dusk and paint, and the scene is indescribably beautiful.
It's a pity that the cold river is too cold, which makes the whole house exude coolness.
And the phaseless son Heyun, although he is also a rare handsome son in the world, he always seems to be wearing a mask and can't see through.
Not to mention his expression, even his demon seems to be fake.
But he has never been shy about touching some untouchable truths: "Since you have already obtained the ice clear pot and Dan Xinzi, why are you reluctant to act?"
” Heyun is busy with his pen, but his mouth is questioning Hanchuan.
"Tsuru Gongzi really wants me to carry a lamp made of an ice pot to the dusk crack?
What are you looking for?
More Dan Xinzi?
Or, wine rhinoceros horn.
Han Chuan paused, said "irrelevant", and then continued to talk about pattern distribution.
Heyun pulled his wide sleeves and dipped some ink in the inkstone.
"No, what this son is looking for is neither a treasure nor a strange thing.
Like you, I'm looking for someone.
After a pause, his pen fell slowly, and his voice became heavier: "The owner of the green rattan skirt, the original." ” Han Chuan's heart froze, and his always indifferent face was surprised.
"How-" Impulsively spoke, but Hankawa didn't know how to ask next.
What he has been guarding is a secret, and this secret involves twilight cracks and hidden worlds, so serious that the previous Emperor of Heaven sent divine soldiers to guard it strictly.
Anyone but him who wants to find out the secret will disappear.
Others don't know, but he does.
Those divine soldiers came and went without a trace, but they were everywhere.
In the past, he had tried to tell someone about the original owner of the Ivy Skirt.
But she soon died, and he didn't even realize that the "she" that had been appearing since then was actually a divine soldier in disguise.
The divine soldiers killed people and killed people, and they pretended to be dead people to live for a while.
Then, again, he disappeared.
No one knew that it was really a divine soldier who killed someone, but he didn't dare to say anything.
The fairy who lost her life has always been the "seal" in his heart, and every time she touches it, she will be in pain.
Therefore, he didn't even say Pixiu and Bailian.
Even if Bai Lian almost crippled him before, and he also riveted enough to hurt the other party, he still gritted his teeth and didn't say a word.
It's not that you don't trust them, it's that you can't say it!
But now the feeling that Wuxiangzi gives him is that this male demon knows the truth!
The original owner of the green rattan skirt didn't even know it, and few people knew its whereabouts.
But Heyun not only told her, but also said that he was also looking for the original owner of the Qingteng skirt.
It's simply ......
Hanchuan messed up his mind.
At the right time, Wuxiangzi took over his words: "How do you know about the original owner of the Qingteng skirt and her?"
Why are you going to find her too?
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Also, how did I not die at the hands of the divine soldiers laid by that old bastard of the Innate Emperor?
” "That's all your questions, right?"
Heyun turned his face sideways and looked at Han Chuan with a smile.
"Who the hell are you?"
Han Chuan slammed the treasure weapon in his hand on the table, his eyes stared at Heyun, and he almost jumped out of the ice blade, "What do you know?!"
” Wuxiangzi shook his head and put down his pen.
"Don't be nervous, I'll tell you in detail."
As he spoke, as soon as he raised his hand, the dense masks on the wall flew up one after another, revolving around the cold river like a ghost.
"The truth you want is nothing but a secret that you keep all the time.
If you don't die, why should I die?
Suddenly he grabbed one of the masks and pressed it against his face.
In an instant, he became a majestic hermit soldier.
Han Chuan's hand holding on to the treasure shook and felt that the blood in his whole body was rushing upward!
Divine soldiers?
Heyun and Wuxiangzi are actually divine soldiers?
As soon as the thought came to him, he was snuffed out by the hand that took off the mask.
"You don't have the ability to kill the divine soldiers, but you are the water demon that the Innate Emperor has pinned his hopes on.
He wants you to take the path of nothingness for him, and you are a small substitute.
And I, kill them!
Every single one. ” The last three words, Heyun said almost word by word.
The whole room was hovering around with various masks, and Hankawa's black hair and clothes were torn by the wind that swept up the whirling masks.
But he could still hear the voice of the Phaseless Son clearly.
The room didn't seem to change, but it seemed much more empty.
Han Chuan knew that he was in the "Secret Pavilion" made by Wuxiangzi at this time, a place where he might get lost without Wuxiangzi.
The people outside couldn't see it, and in Xifang, they couldn't even see what was sealed above the three-story building.
"Now that the Innate Emperor is dead, the divine soldiers have also been killed by me.
Hanchuan can already have no scruples......
Ah, I forgot.
Before that, you didn't know that the Divine Soldier was dead.
But that's okay, now you know. ” He tossed the mask in his hand into the air, and it spun and flew along with the other masks.
With his long arm stretched, Heyun stopped a mask again.
It was a face that was as delicate as a real person's face, but it could also be seen that it was a woman, and she put it on her face without a face.
But in an instant, he began to change, and his height was much shorter.
But judging from the form of a woman, she still belongs to the category of well-proportioned and tall.
A moon-white shirt covered his body, and his black hair also turned into the same bun that Han Chuan had dreamed of countless times.
He clenched his hand in his wide sleeve, and a chill came out of his hand.
"Looking for death-" Hanchuan people didn't say much, and rushed over directly.
The masks, however, seemed to have known that he would do this, and quickly flew away to make a way.
The woman who had become a faceless child did not avoid it, but just looked at him with a smile.
In the last moment, the cold blade in Han Chuan's hand still stopped in front of the woman.
Even if he knew that it was just an illusion under the mask of the Phaseless Child, he still couldn't do it.
After living for so long, he painstakingly collected the materials for the ice clearing pot and Dan Xinzi, so that he could see her one day.
How do you do it?!
Han Chuan stared at the familiar and unfamiliar "woman" in front of him, and his cold and hard face was torn open by sadness, and his eyes were almost red.