At this time, thousands of priest deacons in the hall were echoing this question in their minds, and there was no answer, but they knew that since this is the last sentence of Ning Que, it is bound to be extremely important, so the eyes of Ye Hongyu's eyes are getting more and more dignified.
Just like her face at this time.
Only very few people have heard of the name of Xiong Chumo, and only a few people know that it is the name of the hostel of the palmism. These people are naturally more nervous.
The light curtain like the waterfall in front of the platform stopped flowing. It was solemn as if a silent wall. The tall figure behind the wall became more and more shore.
At the most critical moment, that tall figure must crush everything, and there is pressure from her.
Ye Hongyu stood in front of the light curtain.
Compared with the light curtain and the figure behind the scenes, she looks very small, but she stands as stable. It seems that no matter what kind of giant Lan will be set off behind her, it will not be devoured.
Time is slow but cannot be doubtful, just like the wind blowing in the cliff outside the hall. Although soft but cold, it cannot be doubtful to reduce the temperature.
The next moment is the war between palmism and ruling?
Out again, everyone's conjecture, Ye Hongyu's face gradually became quiet, no longer deep, no dignity, just a light Qingxi under the plum tree.
She didn't have any expression, so she slowly sat back in the chair.
The blood -red ruling, with her movements, drifted, and then fell, giving back the branches like a red flower, no matter how silent.
It seems that nothing happened, and she didn't seem to hear a word. She sat quietly in the chair. Only by deciding that the closest subordinates of the temple and the deep red priests of the realm can see the dryness and silk in her eyebrows and the silk.
The meaning of tiredness.
She raised her right arm and pointed at Chen Qihe and Yixian's fingers like lush fingers.
The black deacons in the temple did not hesitate to step forward, and used heavy methods to knock Chen Qihe under the ban on the prohibition, and then dragged it out of the temple.
Chen Qihe Yixian will be detained to Youge, waiting for them or never seeing the world, but at least it is not immediately dead.
For this decision, there are naturally many people in the hall, but at this moment, no one dares to question her decision and even the tall figure behind the light curtain.
Then she glanced at it.
She only glanced at it. Thousands of priests in the hall felt that the decision that the dealers were looking at the cold and powerful deterrent in the eyes.
The ocean consisting of red and black brown robes can be calm or violent, but before her eyes, they all turned into scattered water flow and flowed towards the low -lying place.
Silence was silent, and there was no footsteps. In a very short time, thousands of priest officers withdrew silently from the hall and left the world to two people.
Ye Hongyu and the adults behind the light curtain.
"I'm curious, how did the academy know."
Ye Hongyu was sitting on the chair, and said with no expression that he didn't turn around and looked at the light curtain.
Behind the curtain, the palmism squinted at her back slightly, and I didn't know what was thinking.
Ye Hongyu did not wait for his answer to his voice indifferently: "The academy knows this matter, there is only one possibility, that is, the curtain.
Yu curtain is the third sister of the academy, and it is also the cicada of the contemporary Magic sect.
If Ning Que and Longqing are considered to be the enemy of a lifetime, then the practice industry decades ago, Yu Cuisu and Xiong Chumo were the real enemies of their lives.
The one who knows you the most is not a friend, but an enemy.
Xiong Chumo finally spoke: "Since hearing that sentence, you seem to have no doubt, why is this?"
Ye Hongyu was sitting in the chair and looked at the winter outside the temple without expression, saying, "I always know that it is you, but I didn't expect that others also knew it was you."
Xiong Chumo was silent for a long time and asked, "When did you start to know?"
Ye Hongyu rubbed his eyebrows tiredly and said, "When the light festival, your big cricket was scattered by Ning. When I saw you at first glance, I knew it was you."
Xiong Chumo laughed and smiled weirdly, saying, "I didn’t expect you to be so tolerated."
Ye Hongyu said: "The day was defeated under the curtain of the curtain that day, and then you have been very painful. Even if Haotian cure your injury, you can't cure your Taoism. Since you always die in my hands, you will always die.
Why make you suffer for a few years? Why should I worry? "
Xiong Chumo looked at her back silently, and suddenly found that she couldn't even look at her figure many years ago like those years in the past.
- She is very strong now, so strong enough to threaten herself.
"Why are you sure it is the curtain? No one knows this matter."
"Not because she is your enemy. In her opinion, you or you are not qualified to become her opponent at all, just because she is a cicada for twenty -three years, she is the master of the Magic sect ...
Well, I have always been Mozong. She knows that no matter how many things, I won't be surprised. "
"For this reason, you are sure she knows?"
"Also because she was in the back mountain of the academy, she hurt you into waste, but did not kill you."
Ye Hongyu slowly got up and said, "I always want to understand why she wants to let you go, Ning Que can't understand, until now, the answer finally appeared."
She still didn't turn around, and she still looked at the winter outside the hall.
"Because she knows that I will kill you, so she let you live, give me a reasons for the rebels, and inevitably, use your waste to do the door to divide ..."
She calmly said: "It really deserves the cicada of twenty -three years."
Xiong Chumo silently said after a long time: "Then?"
Then, no more.
There was no horror Shenhui, no scarlet Dao sword flying, no war, no revenge, no shame, and even hate not showing a trace.
Ye Hongyu walked out of the hall, and the blood -colored ruling row was swinging in the cold wind, as spent in the branches blooming, covering away all the glory of all the gods on the wall.
Behind the curtain, Xiong Chumo's eyes narrowed into two lines. One of them was full of blood stains, as if it could not be recovered forever, and it looked very dirty and evil.
It was shocking, that was anger and fear.
—Beeming today, he realized that he could escape from the birthday of Yu Curtain, not because he was strong enough, but because it was the game of Yu Cuifu.
In the words of Ye Hongyu, in the eyes of Yu curtain, he has never been qualified to become an opponent. His life is not important for Yu Curtain. She let him live, just because she knows from the beginning, he will
Become the cause of Daomen, or sinners.
It was only that Yu curtain did not expect that Ye Hongyu did not shoot, and Xiong Chumo also didn't understand why she did not shot after the bright festival a few years ago. At this time, it was still the case.