At night.

Under the night sky, the huge palace not far from the imperial city is brightly lit.

Through the hazy mist formed by the moonlight, it is as close as a city located above the nine heavens.

Nearby, there are flowers and flowers on the streets, and the rich fragrance of flowers and plants mixed with the coolness of clear water, as if it is a shackle that is sweet and pleasing to the world.

Helan Xun stood on the eaves of the upturned palace, and the corner of the robe as thin as a flowing gauze stretched in the wind.

He combed half of his hair and fixed it on top of his head with golden pieces, revealing half of his smooth forehead, as if to hide his deep eyes.

He suddenly roared to the sky: "It's all because of you-!"

The guards guarding around him were frightened and ran out to see him.

He pulled out a soft sword from his narrow sleeves and danced, and he walked on the tilted roof like walking on the flat ground, his clothes flew, fish, dragons and snakes dancing, and his body was as light as a swallow.

He suddenly threw his sword and nailed it to the top of the century-old camphor camphor beside the palace. Then he rolled his arms and flew to the ground.

As soon as it landed, the white wolf lying under the eaves came up to him, sticking out his tongue, following Helanxun step by step, shaking his big tail.

Chongqing Li came out of the room, took a fox fur from a Yuwei beside him, walked forward in a hurry, and draped it on him. He said, "Although the weather in the imperial capital is not as good as the nightingale

It's cold, but I can't dress so thinly. The young master is sick."

Helanxun pulled off the fox fur and said words, and he was always so calm: "I'm not weak yet."

The long wind was blowing, making Helanxun's dark red clothes waving in the cold wind, with his clear eyes terrifyingly bright.

Chongli was stunned for a moment, and finally put the fox fur in his hand and threw it to the Yuwei beside him.

Helanxun raised his head, his eyes seemed to look at the distant sky, without any focal length, and finally he left a sentence: "I'll go out."

"I'll make arrangements." Chongli replied to him subconsciously.

"You don't need to follow me." Helanxun shook his head. The cold moonlight made him look like a cold and thin golden knife.

After the words were finished, he didn't give Chongqing Li a chance to reply and walked towards the gate.

The white wolf seemed to want to follow and whimpered a few times.

Rolling around the ground, revealing her soft belly.

Helanxun stroked its belly, and the white wolf immediately made a "whip" sound, completely losing the heroic appearance of the wolf warrior when he entered the city.

"You stay." Helanxun patted its head, not as cold as before.

The white wolf immediately shook his head in disappointment, squatted on the ground, with blood-red eyes staring at the master's departure.

Chongqing Li took two steps and looked at the person who was obviously weak but still had to hold on.

The clothes were whispered in the wind, and his hair brushed across the sky, making him look like a god.

He finally stopped following and opened his mouth, "I'll wait for the young master to come back..."

Then, he watched the man disappear into the darkness.

But his mood is quite complicated. If it weren't for that incident, Helanxun might have lived for hundreds of years.

The people from Chongjiabao owe him too much.

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Four Emperors' Mansion.

Li Yunqing was wearing a plain gauze skirt with soft gauze swaying underneath.

She walked alone by the lake behind the yard, watching the bright light in the water.
Chapter completed!