At night, the cool breeze blows and the stars accompany you.
The full moon hung high on the branches, casting thousands of bright rays of light.
Suning was galloping all the way, taking in everything wherever his mind went.
His face was calm, with a touch of worry in it, his eyes were deep, and his breathing was long.
"Here, there is none."
Speak like pearls, ask and answer your own questions.
Suning stayed away from Kunlun and came to Yunzong.
His immortal power converged and slowly landed on the main hall of Yun Sect's main peak.
"The Six Meridians of China, Yun Zong is declining in the west, and has long lost its former glory."
"Bai Nanxian and Pei Shu died in my hands, and the half-dead people were rebounded by the killing array and their souls were destroyed."
"The few remaining elders in the sect are just hanging on, so there is nothing to worry about."
"Even if they secretly join forces with Buddhism and Xuanmen, they still can't touch Kunlun at all, let alone capture Xixi under the nose of Headmaster Ji."
"China..."
With sadness in his eyes, Suning felt powerless and didn't know what to do next.
Logically speaking, he should return to the Immortal Realm as soon as possible, truthfully report what happened here to Master Luo Chen, and use all the power of Wuchen Immortal Palace to find Lingxi.
However, today’s small world of China has no way of getting in and out. It’s not easy to come in, and it’s even harder to go back.
In any case, he has to wait until all the original formations are integrated into the Wuchen Star Realm in three months before he can go back.
"The forces in the immortal world that are bent on killing me are none other than Huo Xuanyun Jue and others. Including Wen Dian, they are the most suspect."
With his feet in the air, Suning left Yunzong and went directly to Kyoto and said: "With Master's help alone, the manpower of Wuchen Immortal Palace may not be enough."
"I have to find a way to contact Third Uncle and ask him to use Martial Palace's knowledge to help me."
"I don't want to kill the enemy on the spot, I just want Xixi to return safely."
Thinking of this, Suning's hand burned the Thousand Miles of Instant Talisman and disappeared without a trace.
After a few breaths, he appeared at the foot of a mountain in Kyoto.
Looking at the valuable mansion in front of him and the familiar courtyard, his already sad mood added a ray of sadness.
Here, there are too many memories of him.
In front of and behind the house, upstairs and downstairs, everywhere seems to be imprinted with Lingxi's presence.
She walked in the yard and watered the flowers and plants.
Drinking tea on the sofa in the living room and watching her favorite variety shows.
Fiddle around in the kitchen and make a dark and numb "excellent omelette".
Her laughter, her coquettishness, her alluring face, bit by bit, gradually emerged in Suning's mind, making him step forward with difficulty and tears in his eyes.
A man doesn't shed tears lightly, but he hasn't reached the point where he is sad.
"Remember, from today on, you must respect me as master in front of outsiders. In private, you can call me whatever you like, it's up to you."
"There are differences between men and women. I don't want to be talked nonsense by people who are interested in it, which will damage my own reputation."
"my phone number is......"
"Whether you are a waste or an idiot, you will always be my future husband and my man."
"You know how to cook, clean, make me happy, and feel sorry for me. What kind of waste can you do?"
"For me, these are enough, God has treated me well."
"I don't want much. If you can stand by my side and share the joys and sorrows with me, this is the best protection."
"Suning, I like you."
The beauty's voice lingered, and she was filled with joy, but her face turned red with embarrassment because of this bold "confession."
"Xixixi."
Suning was in a daze and subconsciously stretched out her hand, trying to grab the person who was close at hand.
However, the dream scene derived from the illusion was shattered and disappeared in an instant.
Suning took a deep breath, clenched his fists and said, "Is home still home without you?"
"No, not anymore."
After a while, he turned around and left, his back looking lonely.
"That one is..."
The Kunlun disciple stationed in front of the villa gate asked his companions in a low voice: "Is this Senior Brother Suning Su?"
"Well, it looks like it to me, but I'm not sure."
He stretched his neck, scratched his scalp and said, "Where is the person? Why did he disappear in the blink of an eye?"
...
Nine o'clock in the evening, Fang Wenxuan's residence.
The living room was brightly lit, and in a dark corner outside the courtyard wall, a gentle young man wearing black-rimmed glasses was talking on the phone.
