Nine hundred and seventieth eight chapters singing in the middle of the night
"You are such a person who doesn't care about compliments. This is what I have to say. I hope you can take care of yourself." Ye Jingxuan's face showed his anger, and he stood up with a flick of his sleeves. Suddenly, there was an even more majestic feeling.
The momentum rolled out from his body, and the huge momentum turned into substantial pressure and came overwhelmingly toward Ye Yinfeng. Even though Ye Yinfeng was filled with the dragon's blood, he was still overwhelmed by the opponent's huge momentum.
Suppress it.
At that moment, Ye Yinfeng suddenly felt palpitations in his heart. The overwhelming pressure was filled with strong killing intent. Under that pressure was energy that turned into a sharp blade. That energy
Ye Yinfeng was completely enveloped. Layers of cold sweat poured out on his back, and he let out a helpless roar from the bottom of his heart. The overwhelming energy was almost twisting towards Ye Yinfeng's body, and the breath of death was even more intense.
It permeated Ye Yinfeng's heart, but no matter how hard he struggled, the aura around Ye Jingxuan locked him tightly, making him unable to move even half a minute.
It seems that Ye Jingxuan is still not at ease about his murderous intention, and he is more decisive. This makes Ye Yinfeng feel a powerless bitterness in his heart. He is betting that the other party will not dare to kill him, but he still ignores that the other party wants to kill him.
Ye Jingxuan's determination to kill him became more and more intense. The surge of energy had already approached an inch outside his body. Although he felt unwilling to do so, Ye Yinfeng still gritted his teeth and straightened his body.
He looked at the middle-aged man.
The huge momentum turned into a substantial energy blade and slowly enveloped Ye Yinfeng. The heavy pressure like a mountain suppressed Ye Yinfeng until he could not move for half a minute. At this time, Ye Yinfeng could only sigh in his heart.
, that bitter taste of powerlessness made him feel even more uncomfortable. He never liked being forced like this, but with absolute strength, he still had no choice but to wait to be killed.
Ye Jingxuan stood up like a mountain, with condescending contempt in his eyes, and his eyes were as cold as cold. Just when Ye Yinfeng was completely desperate, the huge coercion disappeared and enveloped him.
The energy around him also disappeared at the same time, and the figure of Deputy Pavilion Master Ye also disappeared suddenly, and everything returned to silence, as if the Deputy Pavilion Master of Qingfeng Mingyue Pavilion had never been here.
General.
When Ye Jingxuan's figure completely disappeared from Ye Yinfeng's sight, he breathed a long sigh of relief. Just now, he clearly felt Ye Jingxuan's murderous intention towards him, but he didn't know why Ye Jingxuan gave up again.
At this time, he had a feeling of exhaustion, and the helpless feeling of being powerless made him very tired. He was eager to restore his cultivation, so that he would not be passive all the time.
The night wind blew by, and Ye Yinfeng felt that his body was soaked with sweat. The experience just now left him with lingering fears. Lu Wanru did not appear from the beginning to the end, and he was also surprised by Ye Jingxuan's terrifying strength, exuding
Such a majestic momentum did not alarm Lu Wanru who lived in the isolation room. This shows that Ye Jingxuan is deeply scheming, otherwise Lu Wanru would definitely rush over as soon as possible because of his concern for him.
The night in Shouzhou City is very sad. Shrouded in the clouds of war, Shouzhou City has long lost its former prosperity and liveliness. There are no pedestrians on the streets. The only people coming and going are the Tang troops who are guarding the city and those sent by the government.
At this time, Ye Yinfeng did not feel sleepy at all. He was walking alone on this large and spacious street. Groups of soldiers passed by him, but he never encountered an ordinary citizen.
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I lamented in my heart the cruelty of the war, the war was merciless, and what was burned was the safety of ordinary people. Shouzhou is located on the bank of the Huaihe River, and it occupies an important geographical location. If the city of Shouzhou is destroyed, the Zhou army can directly attack the imperial capital.
Jinling. Although they knew the importance of Shouzhou City, the powerful royal family in the imperial capital of Jinling did not send troops for reinforcements in time, leaving Shouzhou City in a precarious situation, and the people of Shouzhou City were in panic all day long.
Maybe Lu Wanru fell into a deep sleep, maybe Ye Yinfeng just wanted to be alone, this time Lu Wanru did not appear next to Ye Yinfeng. Feeling the hot evening wind slowly starting to cool down, Ye Yinfeng
Yinfeng felt as if something was blocked in his chest, and there was a breath that he couldn't lift up. This was not only due to his cultivation but also his state of mind, or maybe it was because his body had absorbed endless death energy and blood evil energy.
for the sake of.
Hanging the token given to him by Liu Renzhan, the governor of Huainan Festival, on his waist, he saved some unnecessary trouble. He just walked around casually, aimlessly walking on the deserted streets. He also
He didn't know how long he had been walking. He just felt that he was turning from one street to another. He didn't know how many streets he had crossed. His body, which was originally a bit tired, was now full of energy. He didn't know
Was it because Ye Jingxuan stimulated him too much or was it the effect of the essence fused with the dragon's blood in his body?
"Red pink is waiting for fragrance, quiet but uneasy. Life is intoxicating, life and death must be full of joy. How many times the world of mortals turns around, the sadness is worse than watching the wind and smoke. Watching the window on the pavilion, lowering one's eyebrows and feeling cold, the green mountains are still there, and
Regret is like love, the sword is pointed at the cold light and has a sharp edge, it is difficult to swallow the empty head and sing about the fate of the world. It is so sad that the merchant girl sheds tears, it is difficult to decide the will of the world."
When Ye Yinfeng's figure came to a long small street, a burst of throaty singing came from a row of houses that were not too high.
It lingered endlessly. The song was as melodious as an oriole but as clear and sweet as pearls falling on a plate. It was a woman's song of lament, a heart-breaking song that conveyed love and sorrow. For a moment, Ye Yinfeng
Seemingly fascinated by the singing, he subconsciously lifted his feet and headed in the direction of the singing.
Without any warning, the clear and sad singing voice reached Ye Yinfeng's ears, making his impetuous mood begin to calm down. The singing voice had no special charm, but the penetrating power of the singing voice was
Ye Yinfeng was very surprised, because he walked out of this small street, but he still hadn't discovered where the singing was coming from. Although Ke Yi was so sad that he couldn't help but burst into tears, but Ye Yinfeng listened to it.
There was a different feeling.
After walking out of the small street, he stood at the intersection and looked into the small street. It was a small street that was not too wide, only two feet wide. The houses on both sides of the small street were relatively shabby and low.
.Only weak candlelight came from a few houses, and Ye Yinfeng once again confirmed that the singing was not coming from the houses on both sides of the street. He turned around and left with some disappointment.
He wanted to see the singing woman. He didn't know why he always had this urge in his heart, but after the singing disappeared, it never appeared again. But Ye Yinfeng could no longer find the singing.
The singer felt a little disappointed. He stood at the intersection of the long street for a long time, and finally left in disappointment. Perhaps it was because the singer's state of mind was somewhat similar to his, or maybe he had never been there before.
There was something familiar in the singing.
Just when Ye Yinfeng was at a loss, a sound that broke through the air reached his ears. He looked up and saw an elegant figure like a fairy coming out of the dust from a distance. The figure's clothes were
The streamers were like fairies dancing all over the sky, and the man landed not far from Ye Yinfeng with a phantom-like figure from a tall building in the distance. The man raised his bright eyes like two brilliant gems that were as dazzling as the brilliance.
His eyes fell on Ye Yinfeng.
However, Ye Yinfeng felt a sense of vigilance in his heart. He naturally recognized the woman who was wearing a palace dress and had an aura like a holy white lotus. That woman was Ran Qian Xun, one of the holy envoys of the White Lotus Sect. For
This unpredictable Holy Envoy of the White Lotus Sect naturally made him extremely vigilant. Naturally, the appearance of Ran Qian Xun would not do anything good, and the other party was probably coming for him.
"I heard that you are looking for Junior Sister Aoxue, and I happen to be looking for her as well. How about we exchange information with each other so that we can find someone faster?" Ran Qianxin's pair of bright eyes turned into a layer of mist, filled with fantasy.
Ye Yinfeng said to Ye Yinfeng with starry eyes. "Thank you for the kindness of Holy Envoy Ran, but Ye does not like to cooperate with others. I will bother Holy Envoy Ran to find Miss Dugu." Ye Yinfeng felt a chill in his heart and immediately refused.
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"Don't say it so absolutely!" The Holy Envoy of the White Lotus Sect moved her feet, and her figure fell down like a flying fairy, and her figure happened to fall in front of Ye Yinfeng. The night was filled with mixed emotions.
A touch of fresh fragrance rushed toward Ye Yinfeng's face. The unique fragrance of a woman suddenly shocked Ye Yinfeng's brain. Soon, a violent wind-like aura of chaos arose in his mind, and the aura of chaos surged.
, the divine consciousness in the sea of consciousness turned into several sharp swords to protect his spiritual platform.
"What a powerful charm technique." Ye Yinfeng couldn't help but thought to himself. If he hadn't cultivated his spiritual consciousness, then with his current cultivation level, he would have been plotted by the other party. "The Ran Sheng envoy has so many magical powers, why bother?"
Exchanging information with Ye Mou, with the power of the White Lotus Sect, why can't they find Miss Dugu? Although Ye Mou is also looking for Miss Dugu, he is not in a hurry. If the Ran Holy Envoy has nothing else to do, then
Ye took his leave." Ye Yinfeng didn't want to have too much to do with this Holy Envoy of the White Lotus Sect that he couldn't see through, so after saying that, he turned around and left.
"I heard that Yan Longxing met with Zhao Kuangyin of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Of course, Yan Longxing's appearance in Huainan should not only be to meet Zhao Kuangyin, but he also seems to be looking for Junior Sister Aoxue. With Yan Longxing's strength and connections, he must be very
He is about to find Junior Sister Aoxue. If he finds Junior Sister Aoxue, do you think your cultivation will be able to recover smoothly?" The Holy Envoy of the White Lotus Sect suddenly showed a charming and charming smile with a faint smile.
said.
When Ye Yinfeng heard this, his calm expression changed, and his heart stirred up waves of panic. The name Yan Longxing appeared in his ears again. Cangqiongmen and Linglong Valley had officially
After reaching the marriage, although the final step had not yet been reached, he was still confident of getting Nangong Xianchen back, but when he heard the name, he still felt an unspeakable bitterness and helplessness in his heart.
"It's Yan Longxing's business to find Miss Dugu. It has nothing to do with Ye. There is a huge sea of people. It doesn't matter if he has great connections. Everything must be about fate. If there is no fate, even if he stands in front of you, it will not matter.
It's impossible to find it. There is no need for others to intervene in Ye's matter." Ye Yinfeng couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, and his tone became extremely rude. In the end, he turned around slightly and slowly
Leave.
"Since Young Master Ye is so confident, then I am just meddling in my own business. I hope that Yan Longxing will not be able to find Junior Sister Aoxue, otherwise it will be a good thing for the world. Think about it, he has two people today.
It is the dream of many young men in the world to have a beautiful woman in their arms. However, Yan Longxing is as tall as a tree and has a majestic appearance. She will really become a good name in the world."
Although the Holy Envoy of the White Lotus Sect just said it casually in an understatement, Ye Yinfeng felt a wave of madness in his ears. He had already walked a few steps and paused slightly.
He felt that a nameless anger suddenly surged out of his chest, and the anger surged up. Along with his anger, his brain suddenly "boomed", and he felt that he was almost about to be killed by that surging anger.
The anger he aroused swallowed him up, and his reason also collapsed at that moment.
The iron sword in his hand had already appeared in his hand. He held the iron sword tightly, and he almost turned around and swung the sword to stab the graceful woman in the palace skirt. But at this moment, a gentle and gentle sound came out.
But a song full of plaintiveness reached his ears. As soon as the song sounded, Ye Yinfeng's brain suddenly became excited, and the anger in his chest began to weaken.
Soon, Ye Yinfeng's consciousness changed, and he saw a broken branch on the ground shooting toward Ranqian Nettle like a stream of light. In the end, he walked away without looking at the result. In the vast night, he was the only one.
That lonely figure gradually disappeared on the long street.