In the next two years, Qingbo asked him to follow Qing Er and others to perform some tasks.

Some tasks are insignificant, and some tasks are insane.

He couldn't disobey Qingbo, but he didn't do anything with Qinger's support, consciously or unconsciously.

But he had no way to stop them, he could only watch those things happen.

The room became quiet for a moment, and the solemn atmosphere made Yun Youfeng dare not take a breath.

After a long time, he finally heard Shen Jiuliu ask in a serious tone: "Thirteen years ago, you also went on the mission to massacre my people, right?"

Is that why you were so desperate just because of Xiaoxian’s words?!

Yun Youfeng didn't have any excuse, because this was the matter. He said apologetically: "I'm going. I'm sorry for staying so long."

"Who did you kill?" Shen Jiuliu asked with red eyes, his tone was extremely painful.

Yun Youfeng was the first friend he made after leaving the Holy Mountain, but he didn't expect that this person turned out to be his enemy.

Yun Youfeng shook his head and said apologetically: "I didn't kill anyone, but I didn't save anyone either. I'm sorry to stay for so long."

Shen Jiuliu stood up suddenly. He clenched his fists tightly and tried to calm down: "I want to be quiet."

He believed Yun Youfeng's words. If he said there was no killing, there was no killing.

But it was difficult for him to accept the truth that his friend was the enemy of the genocide, even though Yun Youfeng had no choice but to temporarily stand in that camp.

He turned and walked towards the door, breathing a little unsteadily.

When he reached the door, he paused and suddenly asked: "Did Xiaoxian recognize you?"

Yun Youfeng said with a stiff face: "I recognized it."

He didn't know it at first, but after Rong Xian said those words when he fell that day, he realized that Rong Xian really recognized him.

"When did she recognize you?" Shen Jiuliu asked again.

Yun Youfeng's expression was blank: "I don't know."

Who knows when that dead girl recognized him, but she kept silent, making him feel guilty every time he saw someone.

It's so tolerable.

Yun Youfeng could not help but admire Rong Xian. He could still make friends calmly after meeting his enemies. He did not say a word or mention the past, and he did not notice anything strange. For the first time, he felt that Rong Xian was really amazing.

Yun Youfeng silently lamented on the bed that he had been deceived by Rong Xian, but after Shen Jiuli left, he subconsciously walked to Rong Xian's yard.

There seemed to be no change in the small courtyard. It was quiet and silent. Perhaps it was because of his inner feelings. He always felt that this small courtyard was very friendly.

Shen Jiuliu hesitated for a moment and walked in.

There was no one in the courtyard. After what happened last night, most of them left the city lord's palace, and only a few servants who had nowhere to go stayed.

There is no servant in Rong Xian's yard, so perhaps only here can he feel the peace that he has not seen for a long time.

He had already forgiven Yun Youfeng when he heard Yun Youfeng say that he had not killed any of his clansmen. After all, Youfeng had no choice but to do so at that time.

I wonder if Xiaoxian didn't blame You Feng because of this, so she made friends with You Feng without any grudge.

Shen Jiuliu suppressed his chaotic thoughts and opened the door.

What he saw suddenly stopped him in his tracks, with a look of surprise on his face.

He had been to Rong Xian's room several times, but he had never seen this scene.

It was dark without a trace of light, and it was so quiet that I could only hear my own heartbeat and shallow breathing. The heavy depression that hit my face was heart-wrenching.

A trace of confusion flashed in Shen Jiuliu's eyes, what's going on?

Xiaoxian's room is always bright without a shadow, just like her, warm and soft without a trace of haze. How could such a heavy darkness appear?

Shen Jiuliu realized that he had missed something, and walked in with a raised step.

With the light coming from the door, he discovered that the windows on both sides were tightly covered with thick curtains, preventing any light from penetrating. There were several boxes faintly placed in the four corners of the room, which were very strange furnishings in this room. There is absolutely no awkwardness in it.

Shen Jiuliu pursed his lips, as if a big stone was weighing on his heart. He was vaguely aware that something was getting out of control.

A burst of sword energy popped out from the fingertips, the sword energy flew past, all the boxes were opened, and the dark room suddenly became bright.

Only then did Shen Jiuliu realize that the box contained a priceless night pearl.

Bright and beautiful, but cold and without a trace of fireworks.

This bright room without a trace of gloom was no different from every time he came here before, but something was wrong, very wrong.

Although he didn't seem to feel anything unusual before, now Shen Jiuliu felt a coldness spreading from all directions in the room.

The sun was shining brightly outside, but the interior of the house was covered by curtains so that no gaps could leak out, and then it was illuminated with luminous pearls unnecessarily.

Shen Jiuliu looked around the entire room, feeling that the room was like a thick layer of fog. He could not see anything clearly while standing in the fog.

Suddenly, Shen Jiuliu remembered that he had forced Xiaoxian to go out to see a doctor for Mumu before, and Xiaoxian seemed to have some scruples at that time.

Although he wanted to get to the bottom of it, Xiaoxian brushed it off. At that time, he didn't want Xiaoxian to be in too much trouble, so he didn't go into details until Qingyi gave him an umbrella.

Shen Jiuli's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes fell on the oil-paper umbrella hanging on the wall.

This umbrella looked like it was newly made, both in terms of color and edges, but there was some dust on it.

This is not a big deal, but when it comes to its gentle and gentle owner, and when you look at this clean and spotless room, it is directly clear that the owner does not like it, and even deliberately ignores it.

Shen Jiuliu stepped forward and took down the oil-paper umbrella.

As soon as he got it in his hand, his expression changed instantly. There were restrictions on the umbrella!

This umbrella had been in Xiaoxian's hand before. He had seen it before but didn't pay much attention to it. He just thought it was an ordinary paper umbrella.

But now he realizes that this is all because of his self-righteousness. How can the people in the City Lord's Mansion send things out of kindness? Everything they do has no purpose.

Shen Jiuliu opened the umbrella with a solemn expression, but was careful not to touch the restrictions.

He thought for a moment, then turned and walked out of the room.

Standing in the sunshine, Shen Jiuli held an oil-paper umbrella in his hand and remained silent for a long time.

He was in an indescribably uncomfortable mood, and the aura around him was cold and solemn.

The flow of light inside the umbrella changes, and the prohibition is easily activated. The person holding the umbrella can't feel any warmth while standing in the sun.

This umbrella separates the umbrella holder from the entire world. The sun is bright and warm outside, but the inside is cold and dark, as if you are in a gloomy and terrifying hell.

Waves of coldness spread from the umbrella handle to the person's limbs and bones, seeming to freeze all the person's internal organs.

This coldness forms a barrier with the umbrella as the center, which isolates the temperature and sunlight.

Did Xiaoxian feel the same as him when she held the umbrella?

Shen Jiuliu smiled bitterly, how could it be the same?
Chapter completed!