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"I hope there will be no scars, otherwise such a handsome face will be wasted." Nangong Haotian said narcissistically, "If Shangguan Xiaowan and Liu Qianwen don't want themselves because of these two scars, wouldn't it be terrible?
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While advancing, Nangong Haotian passed by a rugged and high cliff. Below the high cliff was a vast mansion.
As soon as Nangong Haotian looked at the three-story building next to the garden in the courtyard, he knew that it was the residence of the ghost-faced scholar Shangguan Mi, and that the luxurious third floor was, of course, Shangguan Xiaowan's boudoir.
When he thought of Shangguan Xiaowan, there was an indescribable emotion and feeling in his heart.
He couldn't tell what the feeling in his heart felt like, but he only knew that it was a mixture of shame, gratitude and love. The tangled feeling made Nangong Haotian have the urge to curse.
Fortunately, his emotional intelligence was not very high. He struggled for a while and didn't come up with anything, so he gave up.
Now, Nangong Haotian really wanted to go find Shangguan Xiaowan immediately, because the lights on the luxurious third floor were already on, and he guessed that Shangguan Xiaowan might be upstairs at this time.
However, Nangong Haotian knew that as long as he met Shangguan Xiaowan first, he would never go to the back mountain to find the powerful killing god.
Because the God of Powerful Killing was Shangguan Xiaowan’s secret master. If he told him to go to the back mountain to cause trouble, Shangguan Xiaowan would never agree.
It's also possible that when I see Shangguan Xiaowan again this time, I read my mother's will and never be separated again.
While thinking about it, Nangong Haotian looked at the three-story building from a distance, with mixed feelings in his heart. Shangguan Xiaowan's beautiful figure, and the image of the powerful killing god Qian Bian, alternated in his mind.
Nangong Haotian's figure involuntarily slowed down, sighed, and continued to accelerate towards the back mountain without hesitation.
He had already made up his mind to fight with the powerful killing god first, then come back and take Shangguan Xiaowan away.
Of course, under such circumstances, Nangong Haotian would not let Shangguan Xiaowan know about the defeat of the powerful killing god. This was one of the main reasons why he subconsciously did not have the idea of putting the powerful killing god to death.
"Alas..." Nangong Haotian sighed deeply and said, "If Shangguan Xiaowan knew that she had defeated her master, I'm afraid she would be very sad."
At the moment of thinking, Nangong Haotian had already climbed to the peak of the back mountain. Seeing the familiar environment, a smile appeared on Nangong Haotian's lips. It was here that he almost lost his first battle.
Nangong Haotian checked the location and guessed that the two or three huts where the powerful killer and Situ Meng lived were in the nearby woods.
Nangong Haotian entered the forest with bated breath, partially opening the Netherworld Demonic Eyes, and cautiously observing the surrounding situation. After advancing less than twenty feet, the sound of talking to each other suddenly came from the front.
Although it was pitch black in front of him, Nangong Haotian's Netherworld Demonic Eye was so powerful, and the voice of the conversation was also extremely low. He guessed that the hut where the God of Powerful Death lived was not far from where he stood.
Unfortunately, because there is a huge boulder in front of it, no matter how powerful the Nether Demonic Eye is, Nangong Haotian cannot see through the boulder.
Nangong Haotian continued to move forward not far, and found that the vigorous man's voice was indeed the God of Powerful Killing.
He could hear that the tone of Dali Killing God's voice seemed to be blaming someone, but he didn't know whether it was Situ Meng or Shangguan Xiaowan.
When he thought of Shangguan Xiaowan, Nangong Haotian suddenly trembled and stopped suddenly, with a look of hesitation on his face.
If Shangguan Xiaowan was really here, it would be difficult for him to fight against the powerful killer, and it would be inconvenient for him to ask Shangguan Xiaowan for his mother's belongings and will.
But he wanted to see the situation clearly, so he had to carefully come behind a stone and listen carefully. He only heard the vigorous voice of the powerful killing god say in a deep voice: "Can you blame junior sister for being suspicious?"
Then came Situ Meng's voice, unhappy and a little aggrieved: "Meng'er didn't complain. Master, think about it, how could I kill Xiaohui?"
"Xiao Hui... Isn't Xiao Hui the maid who served me in Shangguan Xiaowan's courtyard?" Nangong Haotian was shocked when he heard this, and he couldn't help but exclaimed in his heart.
Just when Nangong Haotian was shocked, the powerful killing god was already a little angry and said: "But Xiaohui was killed by our unique acupuncture technique. Can you say that it was Master who killed her?"
Situ Meng murmured: "Of course Master won't."
"Hmph..." The powerful killing god snorted coldly, and continued in a deep voice: "Could it be that your junior sister committed the murder herself?"
Situ Meng paused, but said vaguely: "How does Meng'er know?"
"You..." The God of Death suddenly raised his voice and said angrily: "From your tone, it seems that your junior sister committed the murder herself."
Situ Meng also raised his voice and explained: "Meng'er didn't say that either!"
"Hmph..." The God of Death, the God of Death, snorted and said, "I will get to the bottom of this matter one day. If I know who did it, even my disciples will not be able to expect mercy from me."
"Master..." Situ Meng shouted aggrievedly: "Besides Meng'er and Junior Sister, has Master accepted any other disciples before?"
"No."
Situ Meng asked unwillingly: "Have you taught it to others?"
"You..." Dali Killing God was speechless and said coldly: "I tell you, apart from you and Xiaowan, I have never taught it to a third person."
Situ Meng pondered for a moment and suddenly asked: "Master, do you have any other brothers in the same discipline..."
But before he finished speaking, the God of Death had already said angrily and impatiently: "I told you before that you have neither a master uncle nor a master uncle."
"Master, I think the possibility of Nangong Hao's murderous plot is still extremely high."
The God of Powerful Killing did not speak. He paused for a long time and then asked in a deep voice: "How did he learn this skill?"
"Of course someone taught it to him privately." Situ Meng said without hesitation.
"Who is that person? Is it you? Is it you?"
"Is it me?" Situ Meng said slightly aggrievedly: "How could master think of me?"
"Hmph!" The God of Death, the God of Death, snorted and said, "You are the only one who is the most suspicious."
"Master, why do you have such thoughts?" Situ Meng said with a tearful voice.
The God of Death asked angrily: "Then who do you think you are?"
There was a moment of silence, and Situ Meng obviously had nothing to say.
The powerful killing god said in a deep voice: "I don't mean to favor your junior sister as a teacher. Although she is Nangong Haotian's fiancée, she cannot teach him the martial arts of our sect."
"Shangguan Xiaowan is actually my fiancée?!" Nangong Haotian heard that Shangguan Xiaowan was his fiancée. His heart was shocked. This news made him feel as if he owned the whole world. "Is this the case?"
Old man, isn't it a gift given to me by fate?" Nangong Haotian smiled stupidly.