What made him frown was that this man actually looked very much like Sikong Zhuo, with a six-point resemblance.
Thinking of what he just said about betraying one's family and forgetting one's ancestors, I couldn't help but guess that this person was probably a senior member of the clan.
As soon as he thought about this, he immediately frowned again. Sure enough, there are indeed cultivators in the clan. However, I don't know why these people are here. They bumped into him accidentally, or they came to him specifically...
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"Who are you? Why are you here?"
It's best that he guessed wrong, and I hope that he has nothing to do with the people in the clan, and is just a stranger who looks similar.
However, he felt a slight bitterness in his heart. He even knew who his ancestor was, so how could he be a completely unrelated person?
"Sikong Tianyin."
Hearing the name announced by the man, even Wen Renjue, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, could not help but be shocked. He stared at the man with his eyes wide open, his mouth slightly opened, and he could not make a sound for a long time.
After a long, long time, he took a deep breath and closed his mouth. He felt his mouth was bitter. He looked at the man again and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "It's actually... you..."
"Oh!" Before Wenren Jue could finish his words, Jiu'er's moaning sound came from behind.
As soon as he heard Jiu'er's voice, he turned around immediately, ignoring Sikong Tianyin who was still standing at the door and looking at him. He only looked at Jiu'er carefully.
He didn't notice the dissatisfied look in Sikong Tianyin's eyes, nor did he see that there was a hint of coldness in the way Sikong Tianyin looked at Jiu'er.
"Come to Lanruo Temple in half a month." After slowly leaving these words, Sikong Tianyin slowly turned around and left. However, before leaving, he glanced at Jiu'er again.
Wen Renjue heard it, but did not respond. However, when he heard the three words Lan Ruosi, he was slightly startled. Unfortunately, Sikong Tianyin did not see the face of Wen Renjue who had his back turned to him.
expression.
Jiu'er didn't wake up as Wen Renjue thought. She just frowned uneasily, as if she had a nightmare, or she was in pain somewhere.
Wen Renjue gently sat down next to Jiu'er, slowly picked her up, and let her head rest in his arms. His lips were slightly close to her hairline, and he kissed her forehead repeatedly.