"Ling'er..." Xia Yihan wanted to say something more, but Jian Xinan stepped forward to stop him, shook her head and said: "She is angry now and won't listen to anything she says. You'd better talk later.
Bar."
Xia Yihan thought about it and felt that what Jian Xinan said made sense. Although she was still a little worried, she had no choice but to walk out first.
After leaving the room, he stood at the door with no intention of leaving.
Seeing him like this, Jian Xinan just smiled softly, then patted his shoulder, turned around and left silently.
In fact, he knew that Hu Ling'er did this not out of anger at all, but because he was worried that Xia Yihan would fall into a trap.
A true bystander is a fan of the authorities.
Jian Xinan left, and Xia Yihan lingered at Hu Ling'er's door for a long time. Seeing the time passing by little by little, the time limit mentioned by Qi Muqing was getting closer and closer. Xia Yihan wanted to knock on the door several times and have a good time with Hu Ling'er.
I talked about it, but finally gave up.
If he lost Hu Ling'er because of saving Sang Rong, he would never want to see such a thing happen.
However, he also didn't want anything to happen to San Rong because of him, otherwise he would feel guilty for her and be unable to completely leave her alone.
Seeing that the time had come, Xia Yihan pursed her lips, finally raised her hand, knocked on the door and said: "Ling'er..."
"Come in." He just shouted, and Hu Ling'er's voice came from inside: "Come in."
Xia Yihan felt happy and quickly opened the door and walked in.
In a dilapidated temple in the western suburbs, Sang Rong was sitting quietly against the wall with her knees in her arms. Her hair was messy, her head and body were covered with egg and tofu residue, and she was in a miserable state.
Waves of cold wind poured in from the doorless entrance to the ruined temple, making her shiver, but no matter how cold her body was, it couldn't compare to the coldness in her heart.
The appointed time came soon, but Xia Yihan did not show up.
"Haha, it seems Xia Yihan is not ready to save you." Following a chuckle, the man in a blue shirt and bamboo hat appeared in front of Sang Rong.
Sang Rong didn't even raise his head, he just snorted coldly and said: "The time is not up yet."
"Then you wait until the last minute." Zhuo didn't care, he just turned around and looked at the dilapidated Buddha statue with an arm missing, paused and continued: "You will not give up until you reach the Yellow River. This is your characteristic, Sang Rong.
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Hearing this, Sang Rong suddenly raised his head and looked straight at the back, with doubts in his slightly narrowed eyes.
From the looks of it, this back figure seems a little familiar...
She has been wondering since that day when he took the initiative to find her, and judging from these few contacts, he was not only familiar with herself, but also with Xia Yihan and even Qi Hongqing.
Before, I only thought about defeating Hu Ling'er and didn't think much about his identity. But after listening to what he just said, I became even more confused.
"Who...are you?" Sang Rong's questioning voice slowly sounded.
"Haha..." Zhuo smiled softly again, without looking back, his eyes still fell on the broken Buddha statue, and asked without answering: "Sang Rong, do you feel abandoned now?"
Sang Rong did not answer, but heard him continue: "Actually, as a mortal, life has ups and downs, which is normal. You see, even this Buddha statue, as a god and as people's belief. When people believe
When he was young, a temple was built to worship him, and the incense was flourishing. But once he was abandoned and forgotten by people, he was nothing, and the final result was that he was corroded by wind and rain here. "
After listening to his words, Sang Rong's eyes also turned to the Buddha statue.
In fact, what he said makes sense. She has indeed been completely abandoned like this Buddha statue.
Her mother abandoned her, her father abandoned her, her master also abandoned her... She spent her whole life being abandoned by this and that.
But no matter what happened before, she still had Xia Yihan. With him accompanying her and comforting her, she felt that there was still hope in her life, and having him was enough.
But now...
He stared at it blankly for a long time, and then sneered: "The Buddha statue is dead and cannot control one's own life, but people are alive. Do we have to sit back and wait for death like it, resigned to fate?"
"Of course it's impossible." Zhuo denied decisively, paused for a moment and continued: "So I'm back again, I want revenge, I want to fight back, I want those who pulled me from heaven to hell to die one by one
Destroy them all!"
The more Zhuo talked, the more excited he became, and Sang Rong could clearly feel his anger and unwillingness, and even a strong murderous intention.
Sang Rong was wary, stood up slowly, and asked again: "Who are you!?"
When he asked this question, Sang Rong seemed to have thought of something. Although he was not sure, looking at the back, it looked more and more like him.
"Hahahaha!!" Zhuo laughed a few times, then slowly took off the bamboo hat on his head and threw it aside with a "snap".
Slowly turning around, a plain and unfamiliar face appeared in front of Sang Rong.
not him!
Could it be that she thought wrong?
Even so, Sang Rong still instinctively stepped back, the vigilance on his face not diminishing.
Looking at her reaction, Zhuang curled his lips, then raised his hand to touch his face, and said meaningfully: "Why, you don't recognize me anymore? It seems that Miss Sang only thinks about your Xia Yihan, and she has already forgotten me
This old friend has been forgotten. Then let me tell you..."
As he spoke, he moved his hand to his forehead and slowly tore it downwards.
Sang Rong was proficient in the art of disguise. Looking at his movements, he immediately understood that he was actually wearing a human skin mask.
Wearing a hat, black gauze, and a human skin mask, this person can hide himself so well, so his identity must be extraordinary.
Is it really what you think?
While thinking in his mind, Sang Rong's feet were slowly moving towards the door. No matter who this person was, the dangerous aura emanating from him was obvious enough.
Now that she has lost all her martial arts skills, she cannot deal with a man without martial arts, so she can only find opportunities to escape.
"Want to escape?" Zhuoyi, who was tearing off his mask, saw Sang Rong's movements and quickly moved his body to block her in front of her. Then he moved his hand and the mask on his face was completely torn off.
The next moment, Sang Rong's voice sounded: "Qi Muqing, it is indeed you!"