Yan all over the world

Chapter 243: Going further away and leaving no books (2)
Moreover, if it's just He Lanyou and his subordinates face to face, that's fine, but at this time?here?In front of the heroes of the underworld?In front of Ziming's tens of thousands of subordinates and countless masters of hostile forces?Flip?
But I must not drag Mu Xin away, otherwise I will look down on myself first.

At this time, I finally understood why Ziming's selection conference was chosen at Jinma Mountain, but it was too late.

He calmed down and felt the movement of the person beside him. His expression remained unmoved, calm as before, but his breathing gradually became longer, obviously trying to balance his breath.

My heart sank even lower.

Near Xie's voice condensed into a thread, "Let's go?"

I stiffened my back, barely visible, and shook my head.

In the eyes of all the people, the jade sedan chair stopped, and the fairy-like and jade-like man flicked his sleeves slightly, stood up, and came out through the sedan chair, his robe sleeves curled up in a cloud, his black hair unfolded in the wind like silk, leisurely and slowly Yes, in mid-air, flying towards the top of the mountain.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, staring blankly at the qinggong that should hardly exist in the world. It is not difficult to fly over a master quickly, but how can anyone be so almost frozen in the air, walking through the air like walking on flat ground? amble?Light as a feather, swimming like catkins, doesn't he have any weight?
But I didn't intend to marvel at his wonderful heavenly demon body skills. I just stared fixedly at the face of the man who was getting closer and closer. His eyebrows were like smoke, his eyes were as beautiful as water, warm as jade, elegant as a song, and exquisitely embroidered. The brocade robe and sleeves of the silk pattern are scattered like clouds, extremely beautiful, with a breathtaking and peerless demeanor.

During those nine months, Qin You, who was lazy in common clothes, was completely two people, but they overlapped amazingly in reality.

Sure enough it was him.

I haven't seen you for half a year, but martial arts seems to be advancing again?
What happened between him and Helan Xiuchuan?
I stare at him, nails digging deep into my palm.

Since the assassination at Miaofeng Mountain that year, Lintao Xinji got along with each other in September, and finally turned against each other and bid farewell. I haven't seen him for a long time, but every time I think of what happened in the cave, my heart aches and I hate myself for being too soft-hearted and ignorant Stupid, being taken advantage of by others all my life, and finally accompanied my aunt's life. My aunt never blamed me when she died, but how could I not blame myself?On weekdays, I kept silent and didn’t mention that night again, but when I was alone, in countless desolate nights that tore the past apart, in countless dreams, it was me who stabbed, slashed, burned, poisoned, and poisoned that person in various ways. The most fractious and tragic way crushed him. In my dream, I stepped on his beautiful corpse and looked up to the sky and smiled slowly at the strange moon.

But always wake up with cold tears on one cheek.

I think, I clearly know that his fault is not entirely his, but in my heart, I have to hate him.

I hated Xiyin who was the one who started it, Feng Qianzi who had ulterior motives, Gao Xu who was eyeing tigers, and myself who was conceited and smart but was actually stupid. But today, in person, I realized that what I hated more in the end was actually It was him who accidentally killed my relatives by mistake.

Why do you hate him the most?I don't want to uncover the deepest and most unexplainable thoughts by myself.

All I know is that my aunt who loves me like my own daughter, I still owe her a good flower thread from Suzhou Mansion, but I can never give it away with my own hands.

The broken silver thread is in my arms all the time, but it doesn't warm the heart. My dagger was deeply inserted into the same place in her chest that day.

Looking around, He Lanyou has reached the top of the mountain, with his silver robe hanging down, standing with his hands behind his back on the steps in front of the high platform. However, his feet did not land on the red felt, but lightly stepped on the ground that was accidentally blown by the wind. A fallen leaf, the brittle fallen leaf carried the weight of his whole body, but it didn't even make a slight crack.

There was a sharp-eyed expert who noticed this scene, his eyes were infinitely amazed, and even more deeply fearful, while He Lanyou's expression remained unchanged, he only leaned slightly and looked back.

His gaze swept across the audience like waves, seemingly intentional or unintentional, tangible or intangible, solid or infinite.

Everyone felt that this moment was just him casually looking back, but I felt slightly chilled and shrank back.

Could it be that he can recognize me in such a hidden place, among such a dense crowd, and we have changed our clothes?
There was no time to hide, but he had already turned around, picked up steps and walked forward slowly, bathed in countless envious and admiring eyes, and everywhere he passed, everyone bowed their heads.

Those youths who were just showing their talents and wanted to stand out, rushed to the front, but when they saw a man of the same age as him, he had already climbed to the top of the martial arts, the look in his eyes was a bit confused, and he was so sad after being paled in comparison. .

Lin Gan greeted He Lanyou respectfully, sat down on the huge head seat, and said loudly: "Everyone, as I mentioned earlier, our school has other intentions in inviting heroes from all over the world today. One of them is to announce to the world that our school The new leader, the No.12 generation leader has taken his place." He bowed deeply, "Listen to the leader's instruction."

The underworld leaders of various gangs and sects, who have heard or seen Helan Xiuchuan, and understand the rules of Ziming, can't help showing doubts at this time. Ziming has a huge foundation and strong strength. The leader is the master of the martial arts. The most honorable seat, the leader is right, there will be a three-day grand ceremony, the world's heroes and grand gatherings, how can the leader be changed so quietly?

Even so, frightened by Zi Ming's majesty, everyone still bent over to congratulate, and the chaotic congratulatory voices rang together.

He Lanyou smiled and nodded, with a graceful demeanor, I stared at him, and suddenly found that the most profound shy smile in my memory was gone, replaced by a calm and deep faint smile, sitting alone on the peak, looking down on all beings from a distance, kind, But it is untouchable. It turned out that back then, that shy, smiling boy who was as bright as the sun had already been buried layer by layer with the corpses of time, or that boy had never existed at all, but I suddenly had a dream, dreaming like a dream butterfly. That bright and gentle young man superimposed himself with this infinitely dignified, elegant, and radiant man in front of him, and then on a certain miserable day, his dream was shattered.

He Lanyou looked around the audience, but the first sentence he spoke was earth-shattering: "Don't call me the leader."

Everyone was stunned, but Lin Gan bowed his head and said: "Yes, this subordinate made a slip of the tongue."

The silent crowd watched the pair of masters and slaves play blankly. I watched coldly. He Lanyou spoke slowly, with a calm but clear voice.

(End of this chapter)