Evil Boss Comes Again

"Cut! Who wants you to like it? "

Su Qing sneered coldly. After taking a look at her, she drove away.

Yan Qingyi followed.

"Who do you want to like?"

"It's none of your business."

"Childish!"

"Aren't you childish, too?"

"Yes, yes, two naive people, together to a pile, ha ha ha!"

When Su Qing heard her words, she also laughed.

On the forest path, in addition to the galloping horse's hooves, there are two people's laughter.

……

A day later, Su Qing and Yan Qingyi arrived in Licheng.

Licheng was the same as Su Qing had left, without any change. It was still bustling and prosperous.

They didn't stay here, so they went to Xuantian cult on horseback.

Xuantian cult is not far away from Licheng. It takes about two hours to ride a horse. By the time they get to Xuantian cult, it is already dark.

Xuantian cult is very big, even bigger than Youming sect. Once Xuantian cult was prosperous, but now, it has become a desolate place.

Yan Qingyi followed Su Qing to the hall. On the way, Su Qing didn't say a word. His mood seemed extremely heavy. He should have thought of something unpleasant.

Inside the hall, it was dark. There was a heavy smell of mildew and dust.

Yan Qingyi went to light the lantern hanging at the door, then carried the lantern and came to Su Qing's side.

Although the main hall is not as good as it used to be, it can still be seen that there used to be a magnificent GuiDian orchid palace.

Yan Qingyi takes a look at Su Qing. His face is expressionless and serious. This is the first time Yan Qingyi has seen such an expression on his face.

Su Qing went to the throne and touched it on the chair. His hand was covered with a thick layer of ash.

"She used to sit here."

"Who is it?"

"Master of Xuantian sect."

"Su Qing, some people can only recall, you have to look forward."

"Well."

Su Qing lightly should a, then turned to leave.

Yan Qingyi followed closely, and then followed him to a courtyard behind the main hall.

On the left side of the courtyard, there is an old well. On the edge of the old well, there is a very luxuriant tree.

This big tree, the courtyard is covered by more than half, a bit of moonlight through the thick leaves, the ground shining mottled.

"Where is this?"

"Where I live, you come."

"Oh."

Yan Qingyi followed him to the door of a vermilion gate.

He reached out and pushed the door open. With a squeak, a strong musty smell came to his face.

Yan Qingyi fans the smell of mildew in front of the fan.

After Su Qing went in, Yan Qingyi followed him to the house.

The light from the lantern illuminated the room.

The room is very big. In front of the door, there is a big round table of sandalwood, which is covered with a thick layer of ash.

On the wine red carpet, there is also a very heavy layer of gray, feet on the top, leaving a very conspicuous footprints.

Yan Qingyi only knew that Xuantian sect had been destroyed by other sects, but he didn't know when it was.

Looking at the failure of the house, I guess it was at least two or three years ago.

Su Qing stood still. His eyes were moving from side to side. After reading, he came to the table.

He bent down, blew the dust off the stool and sat down on it.

"Su Qing, why did those sects bring people to encircle Xuantian cult?"

After a moment's silence, Su Qing said the past one by one.