Tables and chairs were neatly arranged in the spacious hall. Dozens of kingdom intelligence agents were wandering around blankly, as if their brains had been eaten away by moths, and they were reduced to walking zombies, without consciousness or soul.
This is a cruel and vicious martial skill, originating from the Holy Spirit Temple!
But besides these people who don't need to be ignored, there are two more people in the hall, a young man in black clothes and black hair, and a man with scars on his face.
The light was very dim, and the skull did not recognize the two people in front of him at first glance. However, the sudden situation and the black coffin lying in front of the man made the hall full of zombies particularly eerie.
Tian Canshi and Pei Jian happened to come in right after them. Before they had time to blame the skull for his hasty pause, they were keenly aware of the strangeness and immediately noticed the situation in the hall.
At the same time, Wei Tianlang, who was lagging behind slightly in the courtyard, had stopped. The reason why he was lagging behind was because he vaguely sensed a strange aura. At the same time as he stopped, two figures appeared on the left and right sides of the courtyard, and they were standing on a building in the distance.
Under the mottled light of the palace, the specific appearance could not be clearly seen, but the splendid robes dancing in the wind were extremely conspicuous, and the slightly raised corners of the two people's mouths were faintly visible.
Whoosh whoosh!
Dense figures were running at high speeds, shooting through the streets of the ancient city under the night sky. Only two figures appeared at the front and rear sides of the courtyard. One was in tight-fitting clothes, clearly showing his strong body, with short hair that was close to his head, which made him more capable. The other was in a coarse cloth coat.
A little lazy, but the ghost-claw weapon in his hand is terrifying.
Except for these two figures who appeared, the others all evacuated after passing outside the courtyard, scattered in all directions, and rushed to different areas of the ancient city.
The atmosphere became extremely tense at this moment, and the murderous aura that filled the air made the space in the area where the bun shop was located feel as oppressive as water.
The Fourth Young Master Pei Jian looked back to feel the atmosphere in the courtyard, and then looked at Tang Yan who was tapping the coffin gently in the room. A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "What a surprise for me, Tang Yan."
Yan Guan's face became very ugly. Nearly a hundred years of experience in operating intelligence told him immediately that he had stepped into a trap! I'm afraid that Tianyan's cooperation itself is a big lie. It's a shame that Eunuch Zuo, that stupid pig, can't tell clearly!
"No need to thank me, I always do good deeds without leaving my name." Tang Yan stood up slowly, put his right hand on the black coffin, and looked at them coldly: "Actually, I was just trying to find you, but you went all the way there by yourself.
Come here, it’s been a hard journey.”
"We're not familiar with each other, what do you want with me? Drinking or chatting?" Pei Jian was surprisingly unafraid. Instead, Shi Shiran walked into the hall and sat at the tea table not far away. The angel of Tiancan followed closely to guard,
He was holding a black chain in his hand, and the other end was holding the fourth man in black robe.
The fourth person walked obediently, with a slight stagger in his steps. He stood beside Tian Can Angel, but his body was obviously trembling slightly.
"I only drink with my friends. It's a pity that you are not among them." Tang Yan's eyes flashed with clear anger, and he stared straight at the fourth person, with an undisguised coldness in his tone: "I
I just want to teach you a lesson called etiquette and morality!"
"Etiquette and morals? I haven't learned this aspect since I was a child. Young Master Tang is serious about it." Pei Jian's sneer deepened and he deliberately nodded at the seat next to him to signal the fourth person to sit down.
The fourth person hesitated slightly, and when the chain in Tiancanshi's hand moved, a slight groan came from the black robe, and he had to sit down in his seat as ordered.
Tang Yan's eyes became colder and colder with every move he made, but he always maintained restraint.
"Today is our official meeting. Let's have a good chat. Mr. Tang, please?" Pei Jian narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Tang Yan. He raised his fingertips with his right hand and slowly swiped the fourth person's black robe from his cheek.
Extends downward.
"In the first chapter of Etiquette and Morality, there is a saying, 'No harm shall harm the family, no crime shall harm the relatives.' It is also the most basic chapter. Fourth Young Master, how do you feel?"
The seemingly casual conversation was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder due to Tang Yan's tone and the current environment. Not only did the atmosphere in the hall continue to be tense, but the two sides silently confronting each other outside showed clear murderous intent.
The eyes under Wei Tianlang's cloak were dancing with darkness, and the evil soul mist was evaporating and spreading, like countless innocent souls floating around.
Nian Wuxin shook her feather fan gently, her temperament was elegant and feminine, but her eyes became more and more fierce, shining with golden light and revealing a violent aura. Under the cover of the gorgeous long-distance running, the bones were making subtle movements, and there was a vague echo between heaven and earth.
Weird cry.
Nian Wuqing twisted his arms and shook his shoulders. The soft smile on his face turned into a gloomy one. The corners of his mouth were raised, and his white teeth gradually changed into sharp ones, even oozing out fine mucus. Under the gorgeous robe, there was also a similar appearance.
The state of mindlessness.
Is this a sign that the demon spirit veins are stimulated?!
Nian Wuqing and Nian Wuxin are all inherited from the ancient golden race - the demon spirit race!
In the hall, the Fourth Young Master Pei Jian responded with a sarcastic sneer: "My elders only taught me how to win. As for the process and methods, the more effective they are, the more perfect they will be."
"Perfection? All I see is stupidity!"
"Everyone has their own opinion. Anyway, I am very satisfied with my method." Pei Jian sneered and slowly lifted up the cloak of the fourth person next to him, revealing a pale face with pear blossoms and rain.
The delicate and beautiful facial features and the familiar clear eyes merged with the face in Tang Yan's memory in an instant.
Tang Yan's eyes were condensed, his hands in his sleeves were tightly stretched, and his breath was frozen as if stuck. The situation he least wanted to see clearly happened before his eyes.
It turned out to be... Tang Ying!
Fifteen years ago, we parted ways in Delos, and eight years ago we briefly reunited in Wagang Village. During the separation and reunion, the long-legged girl who was once deeply remembered has now grown up and is now a slim figure. It is rare that she still retains her
With delicacy and strength.
But when we reunited after eight years, the situation turned out to be the situation before us!
Tang Ying pressed her thin lips tightly, trying not to cry out. Tears burst into her eyes, blurring her vision.
I have been working hard and refining my martial arts skills. I look forward to seeing Tang Yan in a new light when we meet many years later, and to provide some help to Tang Yan who is going further and further away.
But the harder you work, the bigger the gap becomes and the farther the distance becomes. The former dandy from the Giant Elephant City has now left the borderlands, crossed the borders of Dayan and Canglan, and rushed into the vast Central Plains. Not only is there a huge difference in strength, but also the relationship between the two.
Identity stretches like a ditch.
Tang Ying never gave up and always stuck to her own direction.
But the 'help' that we longed for most has now become a fatal 'burden'!
She hated the current situation and this 'reunion' that shattered her fantasy.
"How is it? Is it perfect?" Pei Jian ruffled Tang Ying's silky hair, put it between her nose and sniffed hard: "If I could do something more special with my sister in front of you, my brother, it might be perfect.
It's impeccable. Mr. Tang, would you like to give me your opinion, what is the most special thing?"
While speaking, Pei Jian put his hands on Tang Ying's shoulders and pinched her black robe with his fingertips. Tang Ying's delicate body trembled slightly, but she could not make any move to resist.
Tang Yan's eyes were a little hazy, and his breathing became heavy and trembling after solidification. He took deep breaths continuously and nodded slightly towards Tang Ying, indicating not to be afraid. "You did three things wrong. The first one is that you shouldn't be arrogant.
Entering the Arbitration Kingdom with arrogance. The second thing is that you should not threaten my relatives. The third thing is that you did not study the battle in Black Cloud City carefully."
"Really? Our views are different. I feel that the most correct thing I did was to suggest that my ancestor go for a walk in the Dayan Mountains and bring her here today." Pei Jian held down Tang
Ying's hands began to move downward, and her cold smile took on a gloomy tone: "I like this girl's temperament very much, and I have been restraining myself, just waiting for this moment."
"Brother, don't take care of me, or I will never forgive you!" Tang Ying struggled to speak out, and could only use this immature threat to weaken Tang Yan's pressure.
"Don't worry, you'll be fine soon." Tang Yan comforted Tang Ying, pressing his right hand on his abdomen, closing his eyes slightly and meditating. The silky white light spread like a spider's thread, exuding a holy brilliance.
"Don't try to do stupid things. Your sister's soul is entangled with the soul threads of my Holy Spirit Temple. I can turn her into a mere shell with just one thought!" Pei Jian gradually tightened his grip on Tang Ying's shoulders.
The huge force made Tang Ying's delicate body tremble slightly, she pursed her lips hard and looked at Tang Yan shaking her head with tears in her eyes.
"It is true that you did not study the battle in Black Cloud City carefully and forgot about my escape from the ocean of souls of your ancestors. Mr. Pei Jian, I have a real surprise for you. I am... immune to your spiritual race..." Tang Yan
His eyes suddenly opened, and his voice suddenly became as sharp as a baby's.
At the same time, his arm and wrist suddenly vibrated and he was raised high in the air. The holy light shone brightly. His right hand wrapped around and spread, making it blurry and blinding. A miniature baby opened its eyes blankly in its depths.
Hee hee! The childish laughter echoed in the space, shaking everyone's soul. The moment the baby smiled and opened his arms to embrace the world, the holy light swept across all directions like a tide!