Ye Junyi?
Gu Han was startled and felt a bit familiar.
Retrieve memory.
His heart moved and he blurted out, "Saint Xuanqing, Ye Junyi?"
Xuanqing Palace.
Xuanqing Saint.
Qianye mentioned it to him once.
then.
When Qianye was out, he accidentally saw Xuanqing Palace being besieged. Seeing injustice on the way, he drew his sword to help...
certainly.
The real reason is that Saint Xuanqing is good-looking.
After destroying the invading areas.
Seeing that Saint Xuanqing was helpless, he took her back to the Nine Demon Realms.
Could it be...
Thinking of this, Gu Han looked at the woman in black robe again.
Is it her?
opposite.
When she heard the words Xuanqing Saint, the woman was stunned on the spot.
The breeze blows.
The branches under the bamboo hat swayed gently, faintly revealing her clear eyes, but full of confusion and recollection.
Xuanqing Saint...
She had not heard this name for who knows how many years. It had been so long that she had almost forgotten her identity.
Like a key.
These four words instantly opened up her long-lost memories...
…
The teacher's roar.
The wailing of fellow disciples.
Corpses and blood were everywhere, dyeing the mountain gate that was once like a paradise in blood!
She fought hard.
But the enemy's strength was several times that of Xuanqing Palace, and under the impregnable and impregnable formation, she had no hope of escaping.
gradually.
The shouts of death gradually faded.
Countless enemies and opponents surrounded her from all directions, trapping her in the center.
Only then did she react.
In the entire sect, except for an elder who was seriously injured and on the verge of death, and her... no one survived!
she knows.
Why don't these people kill themselves? Why are they alive?
She also knows.
My appearance affects these people
What kind of temptation does it have.
She knows better.
What a miserable end she would end up in if she fell into the hands of these people.
Feel those greedy eyes.
She smiled desperately and prepared to commit suicide on the spot. She would rather die than be humiliated!
Also at this time!
A thunderous explosion suddenly sounded, and the desperate formation that in Xuanqing Palace's view was tantamount to death was actually easily broken!
Immediately afterwards.
A figure fell in front of her.
Her black clothes are like ink, her eyes are like stars, she is as handsome as a demon, her temperament is rampant and evil, and she has a hint of unrulyness that defies the will of heaven and earth.
She swore.
She had never seen such a good-looking man in her life.
The man looked at her.
There was amusement and regret in his eyes, "If such a peerless beauty is desecrated by a bunch of filthy people, I... will be very heartbroken!"
She didn't know who the man was.
She only knew that the man could easily break through the formation, and his strength was far beyond her imagination!
"Help……"
She said numbly, "Help me take revenge, help me kill them, I will be yours..."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
The man laughed wildly, with an even more unruly look in his eyes, and the corners of his pretty mouth raised slightly, showing even more evil charm, "In my life, I love to see beautiful women smile the most. If you smile, I will kill them for you, how about that?"
"
"..."
She didn't speak.
He stared blankly at the corpses all over the mountain gate.
There were teachers who loved her, brothers and sisters who cared about her, and mischievous brothers and sisters, but now... they were all turned into corpses.
She forced herself.
You must laugh, you must please this man, you must take revenge...
Unconsciously.
Two lines of clear tears fell down, and they couldn't stop anymore.
now.
Seeing the strength and terror of the man, those who besieged the mountain gate fled one after another.
Dun, no longer dare to covet her beauty.
She started to panic.
"Please...please!"
She looked at the man and tried her best to wipe away her tears, but she couldn't finish them. She said in a trembling voice, "I will... laugh. Just give me some time..." .??.
"That's all."
The man looked solemn.
The evil arrogance disappeared, replaced by a touch of warmth and distress.
Stretch your finger a little.
A few crystal tears condensed on his fingertips, and he sighed softly, "A beauty's tears are like wine in a cup. If you don't drink, you will get drunk, and your country will not change even if you are thousands of miles away..."
The voice fell.
To be continued...