It's night.

In a small courtyard in Beijing.

The moon and stars are sparse.

The cold air on the street gets stronger at midnight.

Chang Hao and Murong Yan were like two wisps of breeze blowing into the courtyard.

"Huan Shen Sect belongs to the sect in the far north of Suzaku Star, but it is very powerful. We killed two of their Nascent Soul cultivators. This revenge is greater than ever before. Even though the huge Huan Shen Sect is far away from here, separated by hundreds of countries.

, they will definitely not give up, but you have chosen to hide in this mortal capital at the center of the war, you are indeed brave and careful." The beautiful woman said slowly.

Chang Hao replied coldly: "The hatred of two Nascent Soul cultivators for annihilating their entire family. Sooner or later, I will make sure that there will be no life left in the Huanshen Sect, not even a chicken or a dog will exist.

"

"Now this city is dark under the lights, and the most dangerous places are the safest."

Murong Yan looked at this junior brother. Even though her cultivation level had entered the realm of Yuanying, she was not sure that she could defeat this Tai Cang Sect's greatest genius in ancient and modern times, especially since the opponent had subdued an Illusory God Sect Yuan with the Bead of Seeking Dao.

In the case of the infant peak spiritual beast, there is no distinction between high and low when speaking, and there seems to be a different kind of emotion.

"How long are we going to stay here?" she asked.

Chang Hao said silently: "It's not how long we plan to stay here. This is not a place for us to stay for a long time. We have a big hatred, so how can we hide here forever? This is a temporary settlement place I found for a person. She was seriously injured and needs to

Find a place to recuperate, and we can leave as soon as her injury gets better."

During the conversation.

Chang Hao touched a dark jade-colored jade ring on his wrist, and the ink light came out, and a beautiful girl in red clothes appeared, but there was a serious belly on the bed, her face was as pale as paper, her eyes were closed, and she seemed to be sleeping.

passed.

Murong Yan watched Chang Hao gently hold the girl and put her on the bed, and said in a calm tone: "She is the old friend you abandoned in order to cultivate immortality?"

Chang Hao had already given her an overview of the whole story in the jade slip message transmission.

Chang Hao did not turn his head, but looked at the seriously injured girl on the bed with complicated eyes, and said to himself with a bit of guilt: "I'm sorry for her."

Murong Yan said nothing.

Chang Hao said to himself with a cold tone: "What I'm sorry for her is not that I abandoned her and devoted myself to cultivating immortals, but because of me, my whole family was destroyed by the Huan Shen Sect, and even her family was implicated. If it weren't for the Huan Shen Sect,

Among the people who came, there was a monk who was good at elixirs and cauldrons. He discovered Ling'er's wonderful physique and became determined to use people to nourish elixirs, so he left her alone in the world without killing her."

"When I saw her again a few months ago..."

Chang Hao looked at the face of the sleeping girl.

Even though the girl fell asleep, she still frowned and looked very painful.

Chang Hao felt even more uncomfortable and sighed: "Her whole family has been implicated by me, and when we met again, she took the initiative to block the blow of Elder Jindan for me. No matter what, I owe her all my life."

Cleared."

Murong Yan said calmly: "So, are you going to give her a new life as compensation?"

Chang Hao responded with a calm tone: "Do I have that qualification? With family feuds, teacher feuds, and thousands of lives on my shoulders, I have long lost the qualifications to have happiness."

Hearing this, Murong Yan seemed to have been struck by lightning, her Qingli face turned pale, and there was a somewhat sad look in her eyes.

Chang Hao still turned his back to her, looked at the girl on the bed, and said slowly: "Her injuries are extremely serious. Even if the injuries are healed, I'm afraid it will be difficult for her to practice again. Therefore, I can only do my best to help her family."

Revenge against my family and our master is the only way I can compensate her."

As he spoke, he injected spiritual power into the girl on the bed and fed her a pill.

After a few breaths, the girl on the bed fluttered her eyelashes, and then slowly opened her eyes.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the person she had been thinking about day and night. The girl cried with joy. She looked at Chang Hao in front of the bed and said dreamily: "It's really you..."

Decades of longing and the grievances she had suffered over the years suddenly came flooding back, making her unable to help but cry loudly and want to hug this person.

Can.

Just when she was about to hug Chang Hao, her face became even more transparent.

Because she saw another person in the room.

Another woman.

Xu Ling'er froze and stopped her movements abruptly. Her fingers stopped a few inches in front of Chang Hao, then she silently took them back and lowered her head.

"sorry."

Her voice was as low as a mosquito's, with a bit of shyness and a bit of inferiority complex.

Chang Hao shook his head and said: "For now, this city is the safest place. When the Huanshen Sect's investigation is over, I will find a new place for you to settle down."

"Anton..." Upon hearing these two words, the girl's heart suddenly felt as if she had been stabbed by a knife. She froze for a moment, and then she put on a sensible smile on her face and said, "I'll listen to you."

Chang Hao didn't know, he thought he was safe and sneaked back into the city, but he didn't want their whereabouts to fall into the eyes of a young man.

This person is Wang Lin.

Although the extreme spiritual consciousness in distant legends cannot transform into gods, it is a powerful spiritual power that cannot be matched by any monk under the transformation of gods. He secretly paid attention to the three monks below the Nascent Soul realm without revealing any traces.

Wang Lin didn't sleep that night.

His eyes were always fixed on the small courtyard in the north of the city.

That one man and two women.

What we are looking at is not the three people, but the intertwined fate of the three people behind them.

And this fate was told to him by the fortune teller.

A full night.

The next day, Daniel and his father came to the door specially carrying two jugs of wine.

Wang Lin, who had heard the noisy content at Daniu's house a few nights ago, naturally knew why they came.

If it had been in the past, Wang Lin might have followed what Daniel's father said and waited for him to speak.

Today, he has something important to do.

Then, with a few words from Daniel's mouth, he lent the Daniel family twenty taels of gold.

"Brother Wang, are you going out today?"

When sending Daniu and his son away, Wang Lin was also closing the door, which attracted an awkward and curious greeting from Daniu's father.

"Well, go find someone."

Wang Lin tightened the mink cloak around him, smiled and nodded at Daniel's father, and then walked onto the street, stepping on the crunching snowflakes.

…

In a small courtyard in the south of the city, as soon as the fortune teller opened the door in the morning, he saw Wang Lin standing in his courtyard holding a pot of wine.

"You, you're here..." The fortune teller's eyes flickered.

Wang Lin looked at the look on the physiognomist's face and thought: "You seem to have something to tell me?"

He came here specifically to test again today, but he didn't expect that the fortune teller would already show a strange expression before testing.

After hearing what Wang Lin said, the fortune teller was calm. Not only did he calm down his expression, but he asked: "You also have something to come to me about, so why don't you tell me first."

Wang Lin looked at the fortune teller.

a long time.

The cold wind in the yard blew up layers of snowflakes.

He looked at the fortune teller and said, "You must have heard that rumbling sound last night."

The fight between the cultivators last night was like thunder in the sky, waking up hundreds of thousands of people in the city.

Without waiting for the fortune teller to answer.

Wang Lin said slowly: "Those were three cultivators fighting, two chasing and one escaping..."

In the confused and thoughtful eyes of the fortune teller.

Wang Lin slowly said these words: "The two cultivators who are chasing are from the Huan Shen Sect, and the name of the one who escaped is..."

"Chang Hao!"

When the fortune teller heard this, his pupils suddenly shrank.

"Your dream has come true!" Wang Lin looked at the fortune teller and said, "And what happened in your dream last night has been integrated into your life..."

The fortune teller looked shocked.

Immediately, thoughts intertwined rapidly in his mind, and he muttered: "This makes sense..."

Wang Lin's eyebrows moved and he stared at the fortune teller closely.

What is reasonable?

The fortune teller turned to look at the sky and said softly: "Because I had another dream last night. It was different from the past. This time, I had my own figure in my dream..."

Wang Lin's expression suddenly changed.

What does this mean?

"I saw Chang Hao and I meeting in my dream..."

The fortune teller turned back, looked at Wang Lin and said, "This is what I am going to tell you..."

He used to think that the person in the dream was not him.

It was indeed not him, it was him who dreamed of Chang Hao's life.

Therefore, the fortune teller has always been like a bystander, constantly witnessing Chang Hao's life, repeating it again and again in his dreams, while he himself watches all this outside his dreams.

But this time.
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