"Xiaojun, what's wrong with you?" Xinhao wanted to hug Shen Jun, but who knew that Shen Jun hid aside: "Don't come over, don't say sorry to me, I just want to see your heart."

"If a person has no heart, he will die. If I die, what will you do?" Xin Hao vaguely felt something was wrong, but he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping that this was not true.

"You know so much, you should know that Bi Gan from the Shang Dynasty. He can live for a while without heart. Can't you?" Shen Jun said softly, but these simple words deeply pierced Xinhao's heart like an awl.

"A person has no heart and can only die. Even if a person is no strong, he can only live for a while without heart, even if it is him."

"I don't care. Either let me see what your heart looks like, or I'll die to show you." Shen Jun calmly took out a knife and put it in his heart.

"No." Xinhao reached out and was about to take the knife from Shen Jun's hand. Shen Jun smiled miserably, and with force on his hand, the knife easily penetrated her chest and the dead body fell to the ground.

Xinhao's eyes were red. He didn't expect Shen Jun to choose this in the end. He also blamed himself very much. Why didn't he show Shen Jun his heart? Although he would die, Shen Jun could survive.

It's too late to say anything now, things have happened, and I regret it.

"The spring breeze blows away again, the red flowers on the other side are red, the beauty has left, and a heart-breaking tears of lovesickness."

Xinhao was surprisingly not crying, his eyes were not red, and his sad tears disappeared, but he was a little lost.

Xinhao looked down at Shen Jun. At this time, Shen Jun seemed to be alive, but he was asleep and was sleeping soundly, so Xinhao didn't dare to disturb her.

Picking up the knife that Shen Jun tightly held in his hand, Xinhao smiled and stabbed it in his chest, but after the knife hit his chest, it could no longer penetrate deeper. It seemed that an external force was restricting Xinhao and preventing him from committing suicide.

That's not all. Suddenly, Xinhao felt a burning pain on his face, and an invisible slap slapped himself hard. Xinhao was a little confused and looked around, there was no one. Now there was only Xinhao and Shen Jun's corpse.

Monk Xinhao was confused and didn't know what was going on. Who knew that the other side's face also started to hurt at this time. Before Xinhao got angry, he slapped his Tianling cover with another palm. Xinhao closed his eyes and opened his eyes again, and the scene in front of him changed.

It was still the same scene, but Shen Jun disappeared and the knife disappeared. Looking up, Tang Chao was standing in front of him, still holding the movement of pressing under his palm.

"Awaken?" Tang Chao withdrew his hand, and the expression on his face was a little abnormal.

"What's going on? What's going on? What about Shen Jun?" Xinhao didn't understand what Tang Chao meant, and suddenly felt a little hurt in his knees. He then realized that he was kneeling on the ground, not knowing how long he had been kneeling.

"In fact, the gas that came out at the beginning was not a poisonous gas, but a kind of incense. This kind of thing can spread quickly in the air, and people who smell it will fall into a illusion. People are different from others, but they will never leave their roots. The things at the bottom of the human heart." Tang Chao greedily made Xinhao jealous and knocked off the soil on his knees.

"Why are you okay and how can you wake me up?" Xin Hao heard Tang Chao say something, although he believed it, but he was afraid that he was still in that illusion, so he kept a little vigilant about Tang Chao.

Tang Chao smiled bitterly: "Because I know that's not true, because after thousands of years, no matter how beautiful the face is, it will disappear."

"Entering the illusion, you can only wake up by the blows from the outside world. If you really die in the illusion, then you really die." After Tang Chao said that, he threw a small dagger made of stone at Xinhao's feet. "It's just this little thing that almost killed you. Young people should practice more. There are many things worth learning in the world."

He patted Xinhao on the shoulder, finished speaking earnestly, and walked towards the path that Xiaode had just run into.

Xinhao picked up the small dagger made of stone. It was exquisitely crafted and not shoddy. Jiulong was very picky about these things. Even a small dagger was engraved with a lifelike dragon.

Xinhao smacked his lips and put the dagger close to his body. After all, he seems to have no advantageous weapons except the master's white-clothed fan.

The two of them walked along the way, but there was a certain distance between them. Xinhao was somewhat wary of the Tang Dynasty. After all, they could not believe everything they said, nor could they not believe it.
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