Hou Xuanping squinted his eyes slightly.

Chang Ying said lightly: "My brother and I have competed with martial arts. There are many more moves in his swordsmanship that we don't have in the Dark Night Sect, and his identity is just similar to yours. I guess, my brother has been by your side all these years, right? You are just for the weeds in the back mountain this time, right?"

Chang Jing carried them to dig weeds, really think that they didn’t know?

Xuan Pinghou suddenly realized: "So it's so revealing."

Chang Ying pointed his sword at him: "You admit it very much, which means you are very smart. If you just made a quibble, I have ordered you to be killed!"

Hou Xuanping smiled and said, "I am not smart and can't make connections with several fairies, right?"

The fairy was very helpful, and Chang Ying hummed: "What are you talking nonsense about the truth?"

As long as the fairy tells the truth, the rest are the truth.

Chang Ying continued, "Although you kidnapped my younger brother, based on my understanding of my younger brother, if you had not treated him sincerely, he would not have brought you back to the island. Do you know that there are only one kind of people who have set foot on our island in the past few years."

"Who?" asked Mr. Xuan Ping.

"lovers."

Hou Xuanping: “……!!”

Chang Ying took away the treasure knife: "For my brother's sake, I won't tell my father about you."

Hou Xuanping smiled and said, "Thank you. Then, I'll say goodbye."

"Stop." Chang Ying called him.

Hou Xuanping asked politely: "What else do you have to do with the fairy?"

It was so heartbreaking to hear that one fairy was so good that I had promised my sisters that I would be beaten up by them...

Forget it, bypass you!

Chang Ying whistled.

A dire wolf with a flame mark on his snow-white head jumped off the island.

The aura of this dire wolf is not much the same as that of other wolves, it is like a head wolf.

It came to Chang Ying, and Chang Ying knelt down on one knee, touched its head, and said to Xuan Pinghou: "The Ling King is the most powerful wolf on our island. I met it by chance and got it. I have never even borrowed it from my father. Today I will lend it to you. The Ling King is very sensitive to blizzards. In fact, all dire wolf can sense the arrival of the blizzard, but the Ling King knows better how to avoid blizzards than them."

As she said, thinking of something, her expression became solemn, and she told Xuan Pinghou, "Remember, if the Spirit King refuses to lead the way, it is impossible to avoid it. Don't force yourself to break through."

Xuan Pinghou nodded: "I understand. Then, how can I return it and the dire wolf to you after I cross the ice field?"

Chang Ying said: "You don't have to worry about this, the Spirit King will bring them back."

Hou Xuanping bowed: "Goodbye, Fairy Chang."

Who would suspect that it was fake if you shouted to the fairy so seriously?

When it comes to coaxing women, Xuan Ping Hou never suffered a fall, except Princess Xinyang.

Chang Ying placed the Ling King in the first row, tied the reins for it, and whispered a few words in his ear, which was a meticulous reminder.

To guide the guests, you must take care of yourself and return to me alive.

After saying goodbye to Chang Ying, Xuan Pinghou got on the snowmobile, put on animal skin gloves, grabbed the reins, shouted loudly, and the Spirit King led the dire wolf to run out quickly.

On the high hillside, Chang Kun and his son watched Xuanping Hou and the dire wolf gradually fade away.

Chang Jing was wearing thick leather and a hat covering his ears. The braided braided by his sister hung on his shoulders in an orderly manner.

His eyes were clean and clear, but full of sadness.

This is not the look that a 17 or 18-year-old boy should have.

He is too young to have such sadness.

Chang Kun put his hands behind him and used his huge body to block the cold wind of winter for his son. He sighed and said, "Your sister lent the Spirit King to him. This is the limit that our Dark Night Sect can do for him. It's not that I can't bear to give it to others, but it's meaningless."

After seeing the natural disaster, you will know that the insignificance of human power is not something that can be compensated by martial arts.

Chang Kun couldn't see his son's sad eyes, and he sighed and said, "I promise you that after the spring begins, I will destroy the sword hut."

Chang Jing walked away without saying a word, holding a box of marbles.

...

Zhaoguo.

In the house on Zhuque Street, Princess Xinyang cried and went to prepare clothes for Shangguan Qing to travel.

In the room, Princess Xinyang, who had packed her emotions, put a big bag on his desk: "I don't know that you are still alive, these clothes belong to your younger brother."

These clothes are all new, and Xiao Heng hasn't worn them yet. Princess Xinyang can completely liar that she had someone come to the shop to buy them for him.

But she didn't do that.

Shangguan Qing didn't need her to do this either.

"Don't hurry to leave tonight?" asked Princess Xinyang.

"Yeah, let's leave tomorrow morning."

Xiao Heng frowned slightly when he heard his words outside the door.

Didn’t you agree to stay for three days?

Why did it arrive tomorrow morning in advance?

Could it be—

That's right, the poison in Shangguan Qing's body began to deteriorate sharply, and the medicine prepared for him by the National Master Palace gradually lost its effectiveness, and he couldn't hold on for three days.

He could eat a large bottle in one breath, but the price was to stay awake.

He will die peacefully in his sleep.

This is the last kindness of the drug to him.

But he doesn't want to eat, he doesn't want to sleep, he wants to take a good look at his mother and be himself well, and he doesn't want to fall asleep in the last few hours of his life.

He would rather bear the pain of being cut into pieces than leave this world clearly.

Princess Xinyang's heart was as if she was cut by a knife, and she smiled slightly: "Then, can you be with you tonight?"

He can't say anything he refuses.

He is about to die, so let him be willful for a while.

He also wanted to lie beside his mother and wanted to get closer to her in the end.

Both mother and son were reluctant to fall asleep.

Princess Xinyang sat at the head of the bed and told him about Zhaoguo.

In fact, she wanted to hear him talk about his affairs in Yan State, how he grew up, what he likes to do, what he doesn't like to do, and what he has experienced.

But she knew he had no strength.

He lay quietly beside her like a weak baby, holding her hand, and even the strength to breathe was almost gone.

"My mother likes to plant flowers. She has planted a lot of peonies in the flower room. If you like it, I will pick a few of them tomorrow morning."

How could a boy like peonies?

Her heart was in chaos, tears were rushing in her heart, and she couldn't tell what she was saying.

"Where is my dad?"

He suddenly spoke weakly, "What kind of person is he?"

"He..." Princess Xinyang's thoughts were awake for a second. She thought for a while, but she really didn't know how to describe the man. After a while, she said softly, "It's a good father."

...

Above the ice field, there is snow everywhere.

The Marquis Xuanping and the Eleven Direwolf were eating and suffocating in the cold wind.

Hou Xuanping stood on the snowmobile, with dark clouds rolling behind him, and the sky was gloomy.

On the way, the Spirit King had already taken him and the rest of the dire wolf to avoid two snowstorms and a mountain avalanche. It still spared no effort to run forward.

Under its leadership, none of the direwolf fell down due to fatigue or timidity.

Xuanpinghou wanted to control the steering and balance of the snowmobile, but in fact he could not rest.

The lake surface was frozen when they returned. I thought there was no need to go by, but due to the blizzard, they still needed to divert the route from time to time.

They crossed the land and came to the ice layer of a lake.

Hou Xuan Ping looked at the dire wolf leading the way, frowned slightly and said, "The Spirit King runs so fast, is there a blizzard again?"

An ominous premonition arose in his heart, and he always feels that the next snowstorm may not be that simple.

He tugged the reins tightly.

A loud bang came from behind.

not good!
To be continued...