"Have you decided?" Seeing Han Fengxue's stimulating facial muscles, struggling with green veins and green patterns, Aunt Bing asked in a bit unbearable way. Although her worry was even more serious than Han Fengxue, the young man with strong energy always had to be more impulsive when dealing with problems.

Han Fengxue firmly dropped her forehead, "I have to go."

"Oh!" Aunt Bing sighed, looking a little lonely. Overnight, not only did her daughter's whereabouts be unknown, but even the piano art competition that had been carefully prepared for ten years was vain. Only she knew how much she had paid for this competition.

Although the other eight people except Han Fengxue and Bing Xinyun stood out from the competition, in fact, most of the people who competed for that competition were found by Aunt Bing for many years, and Gu Han was one of them.

"You go!" As if he had grown aged several decades in an instant, Aunt Bing's face had an indescribable vicissitudes.

"Aunt Bing..." Gu Han, who was standing beside him, said anxiously, if Han Fengxue left, then he was the only one left, and the honor of the Chire Empire would basically be given up.

Aunt Bing and Han Fengxue looked at him lightly and said nothing. Han Fengxue bowed to Aunt Bing and said, "Aunt Bing, I'm sorry, I've disappointed you."

"Go quickly, Xuefeng, you are also for Xinyun. She is also my daughter, so you must find her."

"Yes!" Han Fengxue nodded and turned around resolutely.

At this moment, Han Fengxue was stunned and rushed forward ecstaticly: "Xinyun!" He was so excited that he forgot about it and hugged Bing Xinyun's weak body hard.

"Xinyun!" Aunt Bing ran over ecstatically when she saw this.

Bing Xinyun leaned over Han Fengxue's shoulder and smiled at Aunt Bing, her little face was red with shame, which was very charming.

"Cough cough!" Aunt Bing coughed twice, and Han Fengxue realized that she had lost her composure. She quickly let go of her hands holding Bing Xinyun and stood there with a brilliant look, like a child who made a mistake.

"Xinyun, are you okay?" Han Fengxue looked at Bing Xinyun, who was so red that she was so red that she asked with some concern.

"Xinyun, what happened yesterday." Aunt Bing also approached and said anxiously.

Bing Xinyun looked at Han Fengxue, then looked at Aunt Bing, and his heart was warm and dodged, "It's nothing, I'm so playful, am I back, mother, Xuefeng, the final is about to begin, you guys go quickly."

"What happened?" Han Fengxue said firmly, without any room for ventilation. He had to know who was not good for Bing Xinyun.

Aunt Bing looked at Bing Xinyun with a serious expression, and it was impossible for her to just let her get through like this.

Bing Xinyun knew that she could not hide it and said softly: "I was arrested, but I was rescued later."

"Who?" Han Fengxue and Aunt Bing spoke at the same time.

"We have seen him, Wei Zhong, a contestant in the Sword God Empire who entered the marrow realm." Bing Xinyun said, his face pale, and his mouth was tilted, as if he was about to cry: "He thought, he wanted to treat me..." Bing Xinyun could no longer continue and threw herself on Han Fengxue and started crying.

"Boom!" Han Fengxue's anger surged upwards quickly, trying his best to restrain his impulse. He could clearly feel Bing Xinyun's heart trembling, and his fear could no longer be concealed. When she entered the arena, in order not to affect Han Fengxue's emotions, she suppressed the fear in her heart and did not manifest it.

Han Fengxue deeply felt Bing Xinyun's love for him, and her hand holding Bing Xinyun tightened. This woman is a woman worth cherishing for her whole life. He had never felt this way before with Yuan Mengyao. It didn't take eternal time, nor did he need a vow. A simple smile and an inadvertent expression of emotion tied the hearts of the two of them together.

"Cough!" Aunt Bing coughed and pretended to be unhappy, "You treat me as air." To be honest, she felt a little uncomfortable. In front of her, her daughter treated Han Fengxue better than her, and she cried in her heart: "You can't stay with a girl!"

Han Fengxue and Bing Xinyun separated in embarrassment.

"Xinyun, who is the one who saved you?" Han Fengxue asked.

Hearing Han Fengxue's words, Bing Xinyun recalled and shook her head blankly: "I don't know that their whole body was wrapped in black robes. In the dark night, they were like ghosts, and their strength was very terrifying. Fortunately, they arrived in time. Moreover, they could have killed Wei Zhong, but they did not. After saving me, they placed me in a relatively comfortable room. They didn't release me until not long ago. During this period, they didn't say a word, just guarding the door, like protecting me, or monitoring me. I asked them on the way back, but they said you would understand."

"It's them." Han Fengxue instantly understood that only the people in Dream Tower were in line with what Bing Xinyun described, but Han Fengxue didn't understand why they did this. She first invited herself to join, and then gave him a huge favor. All this was a mystery. What's even more terrifying was that they had already figured out themselves clearly. Even if Bing Xinyun was arrested, they could rescue them immediately. Obviously, Bing Xinyun had been targeted, and he was probably under surveillance. Thinking of this, cold sweat came from Han Fengxue's back.

"What kind of terrorist organization is that?" They kept Wei Zhong behind, obviously giving themselves a chance to avenge themselves.

At this moment, a loud voice sounded, and His Majesty the Emperor was saying something on the stage, and the final was about to begin.

"We'll play first, Aunt Bing."

"Yeah." Aunt Bing nodded. Seeing Han Fengxue's eyes changing, she also understood a little. Han Fengxue must have known some inside story, but since Han Fengxue didn't want to say it, she certainly wouldn't ask. In short, her daughter was saved and the game could also be carried out normally.

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The imperial capital, Ziyuan District, is where the nobles of the imperial capital live. In one of the luxurious courtyards, an old man leaned against the window, behind him, a middle-aged man stood there respectfully without making a sound.

The old man turned around slowly, and what came into his eyes was a snow-white area, his hair, beard and eyebrows were like snowflakes, and they were crystal clear and crystal clear. It was the old man of the Dream Tower. Perhaps no one could have imagined that the mysterious organization Dream Tower, which had always been hiding its head and tail, was staying in the most prosperous aristocratic area of ​​the imperial capital in a noble place.

"Has the matter been done?" Shui Lao's peaceful tone had a hint of majesty, which made people dare not disobey.

"The saint has done it."

"Yes." Old Shui nodded casually and said gently: "Please follow the changed plan."

"Yes, saint, but there is something unknown to the subordinates." The middle-aged man behind him responded. If anyone could see the middle-aged strength, he would inevitably be shocked. A subordinate who was so respectful actually had the high-level cultivation of the Wuzong, which was equivalent to the skill level.

"Say." Shui Lao said concisely.

"Saint, my subordinates don't understand why they changed the entire plan because of a middle-level boy from Wuzong, and they are so concerned about him."

"Zuo Song, you have been with me for thirty years."

"Yes, Mr. Shui, I have been following you for thirty and six months." Zuo Song's name has also changed slightly and seems closer.

"In thirty years, you will be very awesome to upgrade your strength from nothing to level of Wuzong."

"In order to repay Mr. Shui's kindness for his mercy, his subordinates have been practicing hard. In the organization, there are indeed not many people who have improved so quickly." Although Zuo Song didn't know Mr. Shui's meaning, he still answered respectfully.

"Thirty years of cultivation to the high level of Wuzong, compared to four years of development, and upgrading its strength to the middle level of Wuzong, you can compare yourself." When Mr. Shui spoke, Han Fengxue's figure appeared in his eyes, showing a hint of admiration.

"Old Shui, what do you mean is that he has only practiced for four years!!!" Zuo Song said in shock. In his opinion, this was simply impossible.

Old Shui didn't answer. In his hand, several files appeared inexplicably and handed them to Zuo Song. Zuo Song took them and read them carefully. His expression became more and more exciting. If Han Fengxue saw the content on the paper, she would be afraid that she would be unable to sleep or eat. It actually recorded his experience for more than ten years.

After reading everything, Zuo Song handed the file back to Mr. Shui and said respectfully: "I understand."

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In the zither art competition venue, the central platform, ten finalists have already stepped on, and their thunderous palms have been waiting for a long time.

Han Fengxue walked onto the stage and first glance he set his eyes on a young man in the direction of the Sword God Empire - Wei Zhong, with murderous intent in his eyes.

Wei Zhong seemed to have some senses. As his eyes turned, a sharp cold light shot like a blade shot, which made his eyes feel a brief touch. All the murderous intents of the man were concentrated on him. Wei Zhong felt cold all over his body, and there was a hint of coldness in his bones. Under Han Fengxue's unconcealed murderous intent like a ghost of hell, he felt that he was covered in his body and was about to accept the arrival of death.

"How could he have such a powerful murderous aura?" Wei Zhong said in surprise. In his opinion, Han Fengxue was just an ordinary psychic master, far inferior to him, and not much stronger. Such a person actually had sex with the beautiful Bing Xinyun, which made him very upset. He was simply a flower inserted into cow dung.

However, the surprise only lasted for a moment. Even if Han Fengxue is strong, he would never dare to do anything to himself who came to participate in the Four Kingdoms piano art competition. What's more, Jian Ao beside him is not a vegetarian. Although he has a bad relationship with him, he is also a member of the Sword God Empire. In front of outsiders, I believe that he, who has always protected his shortcomings, will definitely help him.

Thinking of this, Wei Zhong suppressed his fear and looked at Han Fengxue calmly.
Chapter completed!