Feng Qi, who arrived late, only saw the scene of Rong Siyan jumping out, and regardless of anything else, he also jumped out, but he was still a step too late.

She only saw the smile on Rong Siyan's face. Xuan Si quickly dealt with the pursuers and stood on the cliff, his clothes flying.

Feng Qi knelt on the ground. Xuan Si did not urge Feng Qi to leave. He just looked at her condescendingly. The ties on his hands were already a little loose. He frowned and tightened them again.

Feng Qi felt that his limbs were a little cold, but he couldn't say anything. His heart was clearly in pain, but he couldn't shed a single tear.

She grabbed Xuan Si's hand and stood up slowly. Although her face was pale, the things in her eyes were unusually firm.

"Are the people from the dungeon coming?"

Xuan Si did not answer, but blew a long whistle. Almost as soon as he stopped, a long whistle came from Wuya Di.

Xuan Si looked at Feng Qi and nodded. Now as long as he finds the remaining disciples, joins the ghost soldiers, and cooperates internally and externally, he can always escape.

Feng Qi took the lead and walked towards the dense forest, while Xuan Si could only follow behind her.

Feng Qi saw that his Paulownia harp had been broken, the strings were broken, and it was thrown into a dusty corner, like a pile of abandoned things.

It belongs to him, to Yun Zhuo, and even more to Yun Qing.

But it was destroyed in his own hands, and his sword was also destroyed. He really loves to toss.

I took one last look at my favorite Fanji Valley, maybe I will come back...
Chapter completed!