On that day, Li Yan attacked Li Nian at the ruins of the Human Emperor. Judging from the tight situation, he had no time to pay attention to Li Nian's appearance.
Even if Li Yan saw it, it would be a ball of blood flames after Li Nian exploded, as well as that terrifying blood flame sword light.
In other words.
Li Nian is now standing in front of Li Yan, and Li Yan may not recognize him.
This is also the reason why Li Nian didn't bring Yang Jin and Sun Qi with him. With more people, the target will be bigger, and it will be more eye-catching.
But it's different now.
The little beggar recognized Li Nian's pseudonym at the inn, and after going through the incident at the temple and Wu Zuo, he already knew Li Nian's identity.
This is a hidden danger.
"You and I don't know each other at all, and you worship me for no reason, Guixin?" Li Nian's eyes became scary.
"What I said is true. Why don't you believe me?" The little beggar looked a little anxious.
Whoosh!
Li Nian took out his unparalleled sword and pointed it at the little beggar's forehead: "If you don't tell the truth, I will kill you."
Wow~~~~
The little beggar opened his mouth and cried loudly, as if he had been wronged a thousand times: "You are so cold-blooded. You will kill people if you disagree with me. It is wrong to worship you. Is there any justice in heaven?"
"He is just a pervert. Even if he attacks me secretly, he still gives me sword energy. Who should I talk to to reason with him?" Gray Shadow Spirit Vulture expressed.
"I have never been pointed at by anyone with a sword in my life. I feel uncomfortable and want to cry. It is hard to worship someone for once in my life. You want to kill me. Wow... I feel wronged."
The little beggar sat on the ground wiping tears, his nose running all over his face.
Li Nian shook his head and put away the Wushuang Sword.
This little beggar seemed to be careless, but he had a true nature. At least Li Nian didn't feel any ill will.
"What's your name?" Li Nian asked.
"Aren't you going to kill me?" The little beggar raised his head with tears in his eyes.
"I'm trying to scare you." Li Nian said.
Phew!
The little beggar smiled: "Just wait."
After saying that, he ran back into the house.
Not long after, when the little beggar came out, he looked like a completely different person.
She took off her pudding-covered coarse linen clothes and wore a light pink skirt. Her shawl-length hair was tied up with hairpins and combed into pigtails. Under her airy bangs, she had a pure and charming little face.
Li Nian suddenly froze, girl?
The gray shadow vulture on the ground also stared wide-eyed.
"Does it look good?"
The little girl smiled shyly. She looked like a budding stamen at the age of fifteen or sixteen, teasing the heartstrings and having extremely lethal power on adult men, especially uncles.
Really good looking.
Vaguely, there is a noble and royal air in his eyebrows.
This is the innate temperament of a superior person, and it cannot be hidden.
What's more, this little girl has a straightforward personality and doesn't hide it at all.
It was this royal aura that made Li Nian's face darken and he looked at her expressionlessly.
"..." The little girl stamped her foot angrily.
Cold-blooded guy, ignorant of taste.
"What is your name, what is your identity, and why are you following me?" Li Nian asked three questions.
"I... Brother Nian, please call me Xiaoman. My father and mother both call me that. What is my identity..."
Xiaoman lowered his head and hesitated: "In short, he is very tall. Anyway, in the Li Dynasty, no one can afford to offend him."
After saying that, she patted her chest and acted like I will cover you from now on.
Li Nian nodded without delving deeper: "You admire me?"
"Do you think I'm joking? What I just said was completely true." Xiao Man became anxious.
Li Nian can insult her character, but cannot doubt her sincerity.
"Okay." Li Nian sat down and continued to play the piano with both hands.
"Brother Nian, where do you rank on the Zhongzhou genius list? Are all Zhongzhou sword cultivators as good as you?" Xiaoman sat next to him and looked at him with great interest.
Li Nian played the piano and fell silent.
"Brother Nian, don't you have something big to do here?"
Li Nian continued to be silent.
"Then you have to be careful. Your realm is considered very weak in the Tianhuang Territory. The Kuangyong you killed before, his father is the master of the Kuangxiao Palace. The Kuangxiao Palace is in the Zhentian City ahead.
You can't beat the powerful Tao Miao."
The little beggar looked sad: "Kuangyong is dead. Kuangxiao Palace will investigate to the end and turn this area upside down. You must not expose the truth. Even if you are caught, you will not admit it until you die."
If you don't admit it, there is still a way to return it.
If you admit it, you will definitely die.
"Isn't your family well-off?" At this time, Li Nian looked at her.
"It's very high, but if you can't reveal your identity, it's best not to reveal it, otherwise, I'll be in trouble too." Xiaoman said awkwardly.
Then she started chattering again and asked Li Nian questions. It seemed that Li Nian's whole body was attracted to her.
Li Nian listened to the girl's long talk and was able to figure out some of her situation.
This Xiaoman is extremely extraordinary.
She seems to be unruly and likes to make trouble, but she is actually a scheming girl.
Li Nian concealed it very well and did not expose her.
In the past few days, Li Nian stayed here temporarily to rest and recuperate.
At this time, Zhentian City caused an uproar.
At the highest point of the huge city, a magnificent palace stands here.
In front of the palace gate, there are two wild lion statues, roaring towards the sky, with extraordinary domineering appearance.
This is the Howling Palace.
At this moment, in an elegant room.
The Lord of Aoki City stood aside in fear and fear, and had already sent the corpses of Kuangyong and the disciples of Kuangyong Palace.
Among them, including Wu Zuo, who was half-breathing, his life had long been hanging by a thread.
The master of Kuangxiao Palace, named Kuangxiao, is about fifty years old and wears noble palace robes.
Next to him, sat a mature and beautiful woman. Time had not left any trace on her face. She was still sobbing and beautiful.
At this time, the room was packed with elders from the sect, and all of them looked filled with indignation, with rage written on their faces.
"how's it going?"
Kuangxiao asked the doctor.
The doctor shook his head and looked at the young man lying on the bed, he was helpless.
Wu Zuo fell into a coma, with a thick white cloth wrapped around his neck. Blood was constantly seeping out, which was shocking.
Both legs were hung on the supports, and the ankles were also wrapped in white cloth with a layer of ointment inside.
"Back to the palace master, he lost too much blood and did not receive timely treatment at that time. Even Dange's quick-acting blood-promoting pills were not effective. At present, I can only heal his wounds. As for whether he can wake up, it all depends on God's will.
That’s it.” The doctor sighed.
"You must revive him. If he dies, I will ask you to bury my son as a sacrifice."
The howling suddenly shook people's hearts, sounding like a lion's roar.
"Yes, yes, I will go all out, I will go find the master of the stone pavilion in the city." The doctor's face changed with fear.
No one noticed that Wu Zuo, who was in a coma, slightly raised his lips.
At this time, Kuangxiao sighed heavily.
The young man on the bed was the only one left alive.
Perhaps, the only witness.
Who killed Kuang Yong?
Only by saving Wu Zuo's life can Kuaishou Palace get the answer.
Wu Zuo must not die.
"Ahem." After the doctor left, the weak cough miraculously spread.
Wu Zuo, who was in a coma, weakly raised his eyelids.
"Wake up, he's awake."
"The sky has eyes, we in Kuangxiao Palace finally saved a life."
"The death of the Young Palace Master will be revealed soon." One by one, the elders were surprised.
Kuang Xiao strode forward, stretched out his hand to grab Wu Zuo's clothes, and roared: "Who are you? Who killed my son Kuang Yong? Tell me quickly."
"Ahem." Wu Zuo coughed violently and was about to faint again.
"what are you doing?"
The palace lord's wife stood up to stop him and said, "He is just a child and has been fatally injured. Do you want him to die?"
Hearing this, Kuang Xiao let go of Wu Zuo.
"Don't be afraid, tell me, what is your name? Have you ever seen who killed Kuangyong?" the palace owner's wife said gently, although she was anxious inside.
"I... my name is Wu Zuo... who is Kuangyong... why does it sound so kind, why do I cry, he must be a very important person to me... my head hurts so much, so confusing."
Wu Zuo struggled with his face, trying to reach out and slap his head to wake him up, but he was injured and suddenly screamed.