Rong Xian gently touched the white satin over her eyes and sat on the floor, not caring about the dirt on the ground.

The obscure energy in the hand under the wide sleeved robe fluctuated in a vague and unknown way. This power clearly wrapped around Shen Jiuliu and landed on Shen Jiuliu's eyebrows.

The restriction that imprisoned the Sword Emperor's essence and blood cracked silently.

Rong Xian looked calm and said to Qingbo in a calm tone: "I don't want to recognize you, but even if I cover my eyes, I can still recognize you."

She said with emotion: "I can only say that we have a deep relationship between uncle and nephew. You are separated by a mask, and I am blindfolded. We can recognize each other under such difficult conditions. This is really a deep love for the same family."

Qingbo Haha means that I believe your evil deeds.

Even if Rong Xian had her eyes covered, she could probably guess Qingbo's expression.

She was a little aggrieved, but she was obviously telling the truth. Qingbo's aura was so easy to recognize, and it was very rare for a person to have such a thing on his body that he could be dragged into hell and fall into eternal karma.

But Qingbo didn't believe it, Rong Xian lamented and pretended to say: "Since Uncle Master doesn't believe it, then——"

She leaned towards Qingbo. Although she didn't have any cultivation skills, Qingbo felt a sense of pressure.

"——You know? For the past thirteen years, I have always seen those people in my dreams. I don't know their appearance, but I remember those eyes without any emotion. They are cruel and ruthless, and there is a layer of blood floating around them. A lot of blood and resentment. I always wonder why those people haven’t suffered retribution yet.”

She raised her chin towards the man in black next to Qingbo, chuckled, and said, "I know, you are Qing Er, right? You see, when I looked at you with my eyes, I didn't recognize you."

She took a breath, her voice filled with suppressed grief and indignation: "But with my eyes covered, the disgusting smell on your body is too obvious. Even in the dark, I can still recognize you, even after thirteen years." , sometimes eyes can deceive people, but feelings don’t.”

Well, the reason Rong Xian came up with on the spur of the moment was accepted by Qingbo.

Rong Xian blinked, feeling a little sad for no reason.

Then, she felt Qingbo's even more intense eyes.

"The remnants of the Yu clan." Qingbo said word by word.

Shen Jiuliu raised his head suddenly, tightened his grip on the sword, and his face went blank.

Shen Jiuliu's head was buzzing. The words "Remnants of the Yu Clan" were too familiar.

I was talking about him before, but this time I was really talking about Xiaoxian.

He had suspected before that Xiaoxian and he were of the same race, but now he was absolutely sure.

From the conversation between Qingbo and Xiaoxian, it was not difficult for him to come to the conclusion that Qingbo and others were the murderers of the genocide.

These men in black are all his genocidal enemies!

No wonder Xiaoxian felt so bad when she saw these people, no wonder she asked You Feng to kill these people.

The aura around Shen Jiuliu became even colder, and the eyes he looked at Qingbo and others were full of hatred.

He had no memory and had no idea what had happened, but the bloody wailing that often appeared in his dreams made him unforgettable.

It's these people in front of me, everything is caused by them.

They destroyed his home, killed his relatives, and made him forget all his memories, making him endure heart-wrenching pain for more than ten years. Shen Jiuliu's eyes slowly became covered with a layer of blood red, and the sword in his hand The buzzing sound.

The third elder immediately noticed something was wrong with him and shouted in a deep voice: "Young Sect Leader, wake up."

The old voice sounded with a hint of coolness in the depths of his soul. Shen Jiuliu's body was shaken, all the blood in his eyes faded, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and he almost fell into a demonic barrier.

"Thank you, Third Elder." Shen Jiuliu tried hard to control his emotions and said expressionlessly.

The third elder solemnly taught: "Young Sect Master, don't get into trouble for a moment. The sufferings you have suffered are only to train you to become better. Don't let negative emotions control you, you must learn to control yourself."

A trace of pain flashed in Shen Jiuliu's eyes. He looked at the men in black with clear eyes. He seemed to be able to hear the painful wails of his relatives in his ears. He murmured: "Third Elder, I can't do it, I can't do it." ……Well."

He felt a pain in his chest, and the long-lost and familiar heart-gnawing pain swept over him again.

I, the descendants of the Yu family, have the duty of guardianship. If one day the descendants of the Yu family guard and steal from me, they will suffer heart-gnawing pain every day until they die.

Shen Jiuliu groaned, thrust the sword into the ground, and half-knelt with the sword in his hand. The sharp pain made him want to dig out his heart. He murmured with pain on his face: "I won't rest until death. Until death do we rest?”

A slight smile appeared on Rong Xian's lips, and the energy in her hands dissipated instantly.

Her movements were so secretive that no one would have guessed that the recurrence of Shen Jiuliu's curse was caused by Rong Xian's movements.

She propped up her head and thought casually that it was time to get back the treasure she had left.

"Young Sect Master, Young Sect Master?" The third elder panicked. Is the Young Sect Master sick?

His eyes were full of pity. This kind of pain could only be overcome by the young sect leader himself. No one else could help.

The third elder placed his palms on Shen Jiuliu's back, and gentle spiritual power poured into Shen Jiuliu's meridians, hoping to relieve Shen Jiuliu's pain.

Linglan, who was still recovering from her injuries, suddenly opened her eyes when she heard Shen Jiuliu's movements.

She pushed Fen He and forcibly interrupted the healing. She was directly counterattacked by the spiritual energy and vomited out a mouthful of blood.

Linglan couldn't care about herself at this time. She threw herself in front of Shen Jiuliu and asked in a trembling voice: "Junior brother, why did you suddenly become like this again? Isn't this a good time?"

Fen He hurriedly supported her and said: "Linglan, the young sect master has three elders here. Your injury cannot be delayed. If you continue like this, it will damage your foundation."

Linglan didn't respond. Seeing Shen Jiuliu's painful expression, she wished she could take her place instead.

Fenhe couldn't be persuaded, so she directly knocked the person unconscious and continued to treat her injuries.

Their movements were a bit loud, but Rong Xian had no intention of getting up to rescue Shen Jiuliu. Her attention was still on Qing Bo, and she asked quietly: "Who else is there?"

Qingbo sneered: "Only us."

Rong Xian was not angry at his stubbornness. She pointed out the flaw seriously and said: "You lied. It was you who killed people back then, but there was another group of people. At least it was Fa Xiu who set the fire."

Qingbo said nothing, obviously he was not prepared to expose the other group of people.

It's not an alliance agreement, nor is it how noble he is, he just wants to see Rong Xian in pain and watch her in fear all day long because of the enemy in the dark. Just thinking about it makes her feel happy.

Rong Xian's mind suddenly became clear about Qingbo's plan. She sneered and said coolly: "Since you don't want to say it, there is no need to say it. If I can recognize you, I will definitely recognize them."

After that, he ignored Qingbo and walked slowly towards Shen Jiuliu.

She came to Shen Jiuliu, squatted down slightly, and still did not take off the white satin over her eyes.
Chapter completed!