Ye Xiaoyao raised his sword eyebrows and then chuckled: "Where is Elder Xiao'an's home? Is it far away? Do you need me to accompany you?"
An Zizai shook his head gently: "No! I can just go back by myself!"
"Okay, when will Elder Xiao An set off?" Ye Xiaoyao asked again.
"Now!" An Zizai said.
"Now?"
Ye Xiaoyao's eyes were startled, and he finally realized something was wrong, and asked hurriedly: "When will Elder Xiao An return?"
An Zizi was silent for a moment, then spoke again: "I may - I won't come back!"
"What!"
"Not coming back!"
Ye Xiaoyao's heart suddenly tightened, as if something important was about to be lost before his eyes.
At this time, An Zizai stared at Ye Xiaoyao with a pair of bright eyes, and opened her red lips again: "You... want me to go?"
"I......"
Ye Xiaoyao was stunned.
Want to?
Of course I don’t want to!
But going home is a human thing, does he want to stop it?
Seeing Ye Xiaoyao's expression, An Zizai couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment deep in his beautiful eyes, and said again: "Xiaoyao, you and I are from the same school, cook me another meal, and treat it as a farewell for me!
"
"well!"
Ye Xiaoyao was startled, then nodded.
...
Boom!
There was a burst of rolling thunder in the sky, dark clouds were pressing over the top, mountain rain was about to come, and the atmosphere in the mountains was a bit dull!
Wow!
And soon, heavy rain poured down, forming a rain curtain between the sky and the earth, covering all the scenery.
Yi Jian Sect, inside the small temple.
A candle was lit, and the dim yellow light jumped, reflecting three figures sitting upright on the wall.
Sword madman!
Be at ease!
Ye Xiaoyao!
At this time, there were dishes after dishes of mountain delicacies placed on the dining table. Although they were delicious in color and aroma, the three of them did not rush to use their chopsticks as usual and sat across each other in silence, making the atmosphere slightly dull.
At this time, Madman Sword took the lead and smiled: "Haha! Anzi is just going home, not parting for life or death, why should it be so dull! Come on, come on! Boy, pour the wine quickly!"
"Okay!" Ye Xiaoyao nodded, opened the wine jar, and filled the glasses for the three of them one by one.
"Although Anzi has only been a member of our Yi Sword Sect for a year, she has made a great contribution to our Yi Sword Sect!"
"Come! Let's raise a toast together to honor Anzi's practice and bid farewell to the elders of the Yijian Sect!"
As Madman Jian opened his mouth, all three of them picked up their wine glasses.
But when Ye Xiaoyao picked up the wine glass, the feeling of loss in his heart became stronger and stronger.
And An Zizai also picked up the wine glass, but did not move for a long time. She knew that this farewell might be an eternal farewell!
Even the smile on Madman Jian's face disappeared, because he knew very well what drinking this glass of wine meant, and he had never drank it.
Boom!
Suddenly, there was a thunder in the sky outside, and the sound of thunder covered the mountains of heaven and earth!
Swish, swish, swish!
Fierce and dazzling lightning suddenly tore apart the rain curtain in the sky. In the blink of an eye, a group of figures descended over the small temple. Each figure was tall and burly, shrouded in a black gold armor, with terrifying and blazing waves exuding from all over the body.
The breath is like a god or a devil!
Especially the leader, a middle-aged man, wearing a pair of dark gold armor and carrying a long sword at his waist, so that even a drop of rain will not touch him!
After taking a look at the small temple below, the middle-aged man immediately shouted: "The An Shanhai, led by the Holy Guard of the An family, welcomes the saint back to the clan!!"
Rumble! The roar was like thunder, rolling and making the whole world tremble.
"this!"
Ye Xiaoyao was suddenly startled and looked at An Zizai hurriedly.
An Zizi's pretty face suddenly changed, and she knew that it was time for her to go!!
Gudu!
An Zizai immediately raised his head and drank the wine, then looked at Madman Jian and Ye Xiaoyao, especially staring at the latter for a long time, then stood up and said: "You two, if we are destined - see you later!"
Whoosh!
As soon as he finished speaking, An Zizai left the temple.
"Xiao...Elder Xiao An?"
Seeing An Zizuo leaving, Ye Xiaoyao's heart suddenly felt empty, and he felt an uncontrollable feeling of discomfort.
With thoughts flying in his mind, he thought of the first time he met An Zizai in the Chu Kingdom, the time An Zizai joined the Yijian Sect, and the two of them spending the night in Tianjiao City...
Scenes after scenes flashed rapidly in his mind like a horse watching a lantern!
Heartache!
Wandering!
confused!
It was as if at this moment, he had lost the most important thing in the world!
Finally, he said in a hoarse voice: "Old guy, tell me the truth, will I still have a chance to see her?"
...
Whoosh!
A figure in white rose into the sky, and in the blink of an eye it came to the group of figures who looked like gods and demons.
"An Shanhai, meet the saint!"
Seeing An Zizai's figure, the middle-aged man who called himself An Shanhai immediately bowed his head respectfully.
"We will pay homage to the Saint!" The group of tall black-gold armored guards also knelt down one after another!
"Get up!"
An Zizai spoke indifferently, and the black-gold armored guards headed by An Shanhai immediately stood up again.
At this time, An Zizai asked coldly again: "Did Lord An Wu ask you to come?"
"The Holy Lord has personally sent us to protect the Saint and return home safely!" An Shanhai responded.
Glancing at the small temple below, An Zizai said expressionlessly: "What if I don't want to go back with you?"
An Shanhai shook his head and said solemnly: "The Holy Lord has given us a death order and will bring the Saint back to the clan no matter what. Please don't embarrass us!"
Be comfortable and silent!
She knew that with the power of An Shanhai in front of her, even if she stimulated her blood, she would not be his opponent!
And even if she can use taboo means to escape from him, the An family will definitely send stronger ones to look for her soon!
An Zizi closed her eyes and her delicate body trembled slightly. She knew that this time, she would never have a chance to escape!
"Saint, please enter the chariot!!"
At this time, An Shanhai waved his hand, and an ancient and luxurious chariot sedan suddenly appeared in the sky.
In front of the chariot are nine white wolves, each one shaped like a hill and exuding a terrifying aura belonging to the realm of a half-step Martial Master!
An Zizai stepped forward to the sedan chair. Before entering the sedan chair, he looked at the small temple below again.
Deep in her beautiful eyes, she seemed to be hoping for something, but for a long time, there was no movement in the small temple!
"Alas!" An Zizai sighed heavily, unable to conceal the disappointment in his beautiful eyes, and then he opened the curtain and walked in.
"Walk!"
Seeing An Zizai entering the sedan, An Shanhai immediately shouted loudly, and the group was about to set off!
Boom!
Suddenly at this moment, a blazing sword light suddenly burst out from the small temple below, and the sword light rose into the sky.
At the same time, a deafening shout resounded throughout the world!