That question was addressed to everyone present. The person who saves Cheng Xiaobai and keeps him safe until his old age will get the red string, the secret, and the world.
Many people were ready to take action, but then they thought about the poison and even Poyue Pavilion couldn't find an antidote. Although they were itching unbearably, they could only watch helplessly. Only one person took a step forward.
With sword-shaped eyebrows and long eyes, a shiny and rosy face, and high cheekbones, the middle-aged man who walked out was known to everyone in the world. He was the temporary leader of the Chonghua Sect, and the leader of the Chonghua Sect who has been linked to the alliance of several sects.
, interest wins the wind.
"Today is the day of great joy for Mr. Wanqi of Jiannan. We don't want to meet each other with swords and swords, but Poyue Pavilion is going too far. Master Wei Pavilion, is it the behavior of a gentleman to disturb others' good deeds?" He has been in charge of the martial arts for nearly ten years.
, Xi Yingfeng possesses not only fame and seniority, but also an invisible majesty and courage. Every word, every word, represents a righteous man, "The young master of the Cheng family is a close friend of the dog, and Mr. Cheng is a decent man. If
Master Wanqi can really give him a way to survive, I will stop you from doing evil things again even if I risk my life!"
Naturally, these words were addressed to Wei Moyan, not Xia Qingluan. He did not mention the word mystery and just talked about the moral principles of the world.
Xi Yingfeng has his own plan. Currently, the only person who knows that Cheng Xiaobai was poisoned is his son. It is not clear whether Princess Anping, who rescued Xi Shaoyuan, knows about it. Xi Shaoyuan is his biological son.
The matter is so important that he won't betray him - the child has been following him silently since he was a child, and there will be no problem. Besides, he doesn't intend to really kill Cheng Xiaobai. That life is worthless, but it is just a life.
They are just pawns to stir up disputes.
Xi Shaoyuan lowered his head and did not look at his father.
When he returned to Chonghua Gate to ask for the antidote, he questioned him, but his father only said that it would never hurt Xiao Bai's life but refused to hand over the antidote. He thought it was just a show, but he didn't expect that the situation would reach such a level. Talk.
Despite his scheming, he never wanted to admit that the figure he had been following was so sinister and cunning that there was no one like him in the world.
If Hongxian can successfully obtain the antidote from Mr. Yetan, then this matter will be kept a permanent secret. This was his previous plan, but now it seems that his father has decided to make a desperate move and take this opportunity to get rid of Wei Moyan and
Poyue Pavilion.
What a vicious move.
But he could only watch.
"The matter of Poyue Pavilion has nothing to do with others. It is enough for Ximen Master to be your acting alliance leader. Don't worry about the shortcomings of people." Han Jian was raised at an angle, and Shen Yuqing stood coldly in front of the hall facing everyone.
"Shameless cult! Your Poyue Pavilion raids here and there have killed many innocent knights, and the Wanqi family's hundreds of years of achievements have been destroyed in your hands!"
"The whole family has not avenged their blood feud, but they want to marry the demon girl from Poyue Pavilion. Is there no other woman in the world?"
"Here's a dog thief, everyone will find it and kill it!"
As Xi Yingfeng came forward, there was a lot of passionate discussion. Wei Moyan and Wanqi Haoyue were both scolded by Xia Qingluan. They were unavoidable. Some of them were really carrying deep hatred and hatred, while others were pretending to be righteous. Most of the targets were concentrated.
On top of Poyue Pavilion.
The hall was noisy outside and the hall was desolate. Although everything was expected, it was gradually out of control. The appearance of Cheng Xiaobai made Wan Qi Haoyue unable to do what he wanted.
He closed his eyes and pondered for a moment. When he opened them, his eyes were calm and pure again: "On this special day, if you have any grievances, please go outside to settle them. Otherwise, don't blame Wanqi Haoyue for being rude."
He wants to continue this marriage, and no one, including Wei Moyan, can stop it.
These two sentences seemed ordinary, but they shocked the hearts of many people. Xi Yingfeng's eyebrows sank and he restrained his inner strength. When he looked at the others around him, they also looked panicked, and a cold flash suddenly flashed across his eyes.
As expected, Wanqi Haoyue would not make an unprepared game. The poison he administered unknowingly sealed everyone's internal energy in their dantian, making it impossible for them to fight. His eyes swept across the courtyard and finally stopped at
On the transparent red lantern, you can only vaguely see it if you look carefully, and a thin trace of smoke floats out from the top and disperses in the air.
Even the best masters must leave traces when they kill, but the apprentice of the Poison King did not know what was happening and allowed everyone present to wander in front of the gate of hell without realizing it. This is the real killing without being noticed.
"Sister, I know you don't like him, don't marry him-"
"Xiao Bai," Xia Qingluan wiped away her tears and looked back with a cold and determined face, "Stop talking."
Love and hate are no longer important.
Seeing that Hongxian intends to continue to worship, Wei Moyan is also blocked in his internal strength and it is difficult to attack Wanqi Haoyue. Xi Yingfeng secretly clenches his fist. Maybe the time has come.
"Wait a moment, Miss Hongxian." He raised his eyebrows and shouted, not as loud as a bell as if he was over fifty years old. "Maybe I can cure Mr. Cheng's poison."
It was quiet for a moment, and no one knew the intentions of this highly respected acting leader.
"In the past, I had a lot of friends, and I accidentally got a bead of Bei Mingxiao's blood. This thing can detoxify the world. It is not difficult to save Mr. Cheng. But... it is unreasonable to help people from the evil cult." Xi Ying
Feng Wei paused, and the condition he was about to talk about was the most vicious move in this chess game. The smile on his weather-beaten face was dull: "If Miss Hongxian can prove her sincerity by killing the Pavilion Master of Poyue Pavilion,
I am willing to give this shark blood bead to you."
In an instant, five thunders struck.
Still, it wants his life.
Should she save Xiao Bai and kill Wei Moyan, or betray him to keep her younger brother safe? Who can give her an answer that she won't regret for the rest of her life?
That period of heartache had not passed yet, Xia Qingluan could no longer bear such suffering, her vision was blurred, and she would have collapsed if Wanqi Haoyue had not been there to support her.
Cheng Xiaobai's pale face deeply hurt Cheng Xiaobai's eyes. The person who had restrained her sister and made her suffer so much for so many years was herself.
There is more happiness than new acquaintances, and there is no sadness because of parting. The people you love are separated and cannot live together. In the world, day and night, it is rare for a person to want to be with her forever, but she has to let go for him.
Burning heart.
His sister gave up the one she loved for him, but he put her in a desperate situation for the one she loved. The funny thing is, that person's heart never fell into his body for a moment.
All your efforts are like water flowing away.
"Shaoyuan." He stood up from the ground slowly, his legs were numb from kneeling and he staggered a few steps. Xi Shaoyuan hurriedly stepped forward to support the frail young man. In his arms, Cheng Xiaobai grabbed his flesh hard.
, with a sad smile: "Shaoyuan, no matter what Miss Yun does, don't blame her. If I'm gone, please love her for me and don't let her get hurt again. Do you know Shaoyuan, I
The person I trust most is you, so——"
With a light touch on his waist, Xi Shaoyuan's expression suddenly changed, but it was too late.
The short sword he carries all year round was given by Cheng Xiaobai when they first met. It is not a good sword and does not even have a name, but he regards it as a treasure. But now, Cheng Xiaobai took it off with his own hands and stabbed it in with his own hands.
Your own fragile heart.
The blood is rich and violent, splashing wildly.
The pure white figure was mixed with fishy sweetness and fell into her arms.
"Shaoyuan, even if I die... I will only die by... your sword..."