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"Do you think I wouldn't believe you?"

The moment the soft voice came out, an indescribable emotion flashed across everyone's eyes. It was indescribable and unfathomable, but they all understood each other's reasons for the unconcealable emotion.

"Betrayal and trust can only be chosen from one option. In the end, there were only a few people who could trust Yun Mo. "Everyone is united, and there is a sliver of hope for survival. No one would dare to break this tacit agreement."

Her voice was clear and cold, without arrogance or tenderness. Even the laziness that was pressed down the deepest part of her body had been reduced by the solemnity in her voice. He didn't need to look to know who the speaker was.

Those who were present were all smart people. In other words, their thoughts were so deep that only similar people could see them clearly. It was precisely because they had become an anomaly in the eyes of most people that they were increasingly sensitive to each other's thoughts. Tang Xiao and the others didn't need to know each other's meaning. Tang Xiao and the others should understand as well.

Tang Xiao shook his head. "I understand what you mean, but I won't join your ranks." Similarly, I will not divulge the truth of your every move to Zhao Qingyan. The only thing I can do, the only thing I can do, is stay out of it. "

"Why?" The voices of the three echoed in the silent forest, somewhat distorted in the winter.

Only the Puppet Palace members understood the meaning of Tang Xiao's words. Only they had the right to ask such a question.

Tang Xiao's eyes swept the crowd, and his voice was hoarse. "Tang Xiao is the type of person who is homeless. He doesn't have an old friend. He doesn't have a place to stay." I stayed in the Puppet Palace for twenty-three years, and I guarded the Puppet Palace for thirteen years, when old friends no longer existed. I have already repaid you for your kindness. "

Tears of Blood frowned, having a bad premonition, "What are you trying to do?"

Tang Xiao smiled foolishly. "It's nothing. I've got to get back to where I came from. I'm going to pay my debt." The original puppet palace was empty, it was entirely controlled by Yun Kai and me. Now that you all have returned, as an outsider, what other reason would I have to stay behind? "

Yun Kai asked, "You want to return to the Tang Sect?"

"Yeah." Tang Xiao smirked. "There are only two people I've truly remembered in my life." I promised Huaijin I would protect the Puppet Palace for ten years, and I promised him that I would protect the Puppet Palace's bloodline as well. But what I promised Tang Wu hasn't been completed. "

Lu Chuhan suddenly laughed, "In the end, we are just living for the dead. I wonder if there is anyone behind us who would be so concerned? "

Tang Xiao was a little taken aback, but didn't choke him. He gave a helpless chuckle. "No way."

Yun Kai also smiled, "No more people will know."

Tears of Blood muttered, "Damn it, they're all dead now."

Yan Bugui and Forgotten Scripture's eyes looked at each other, saw helplessness in each other's eyes, and also saw a few traces of gratification.

Finally, it was over.

A slight chill ran down Jiang Wuyan's face, and she froze for a moment. She raised her hand to touch the ground, only to see the snow falling from the sky.

Snow...

— —

The dark green tea mist lingered, but the temperature quickly dropped. Gradually, there was no more water vapor, only a cup of warm tea. He didn't know what was at the tip of his nose, but he felt a sense of coolness and strangeness.

Zhao Qingyan, who was curled up in a warm fur coat, lifted his hand and touched the tip of his cold nose. He raised his head and a glimmer appeared in his eyes.

The specks of white floated down, looking unreal under the glaring sunlight.

"It's snowing. Does Young Master want another set of clothes?" Without a sound, Ran Hao appeared behind him. He poured a mouthful of tea from his hand into a cup and stood beside the young master as he asked in a low voice.

Zhao Qingyan turned her head to look at him after a while. Her eyes that had a smile plastered across them had lost its coldness. "What time is it?"

"It should have been just fifteen minutes after the time was announced …" Ran Hao subconsciously answered the familiar question, and then suddenly realized that his young master was not asking him the time, "It's already the end of the year, in less than half a month, we should be preparing for the first day."

Zhao Qingyan looked at him and suddenly smiled. "Do you like the liveliness?"

Ran Hao was startled, "No, I'm just looking forward to it."

Zhao Qingyan held the teacup in his hands and blew away the tea leaves floating on top of it. He took a few sips and said, "I'm afraid this will be the most unpleasant occasion of the year."

Ran Hao understood what he meant, but was speechless.

After getting used to Ran Hao's silence, Zhao Qingyan didn't say anything else. He put the teacup aside, rolled up his sleeves and asked, "Is everything alright outside?"

Ran Hao said, "The crown prince and Prince Huan have been here a few times."

Zhao Qingyan lowered his eyes: "Where is Ninth Uncle and Royal Brother?"

Ran Hao said, "Someone from the East Palace delivered a few supplements, saying that the Crown Prince told the young master to take a good rest, and that he would come visit some day when his body was fine. The ninth prince hadn't come, probably because he had heard from the crown prince that the young master was well and hadn't come. "Also, His Majesty has sent over many tonics, fresh fruits, and many other items such as fabrics, rouge, and jewelry. I could faintly hear some servants mentioning them. They were all prepared by the Empress."

Zhao Qingyan's eyes moved slightly. "Who is this cloth for?"

Ran Hao said: "Ten of them are for Miss Mu, the rest are for Young Master, the patterns and fabrics are for Young Master's liking."

"Color?"

Ran Hao was stunned: "Cyan."

Zhao Qingyan pinched the center of his brows, "All of them were green?"

Ran Hao said, "There are a total of eight or nine of them, the rest are all green."

Zhao Qingyan did not reply. He leaned against his back and raised his head to look at the snowflakes falling from the sky. He reached out his hand and said, "The amnesty is coming soon, isn't it?"

Ran Hao nodded: "Yes, does Young Master have any plans?"

"What can I do?" Show yourself, say a few words, and then come back and continue lying down. " Zhao Qingyan closed his eyes. His pale face made him look even more fragile.

Ran Hao looked at the tea that had already dispersed, and asked softly: "Young Master, are you still here? "Tianliang, let me help you go back and rest."

Zhao Qingyan said, "No need, I'm just going to rest for a while. It's not that fragile. I haven't seen snow in a long time, let me see. "

"This …" Ran Hao looked at the childish young master, hesitated for a moment and knew that he couldn't persuade him to come back. He could only take a step back and said, "Then young master, please wait for me for a while. I'll go get some thick clothes for you."

"Hao!"

Ran Hao was startled, he lowered his head and looked at his sleeve, puzzled: "Young Master?"

Zhao Qingyan did not open his eyes. He only let go of his fingers and pulled his arm back into the warm fur coat. He mumbled, "Stay here with me for a moment. I don't need that piece of clothes."

Ran Hao: "There's no other way, I can only agree:" Then I'll call the young master later, shall we go back? "

Zhao Qingyan answered with a casual "hmm" and then stopped making any noise. Although he said that he wanted to see the snow, he closed his eyes and dozed off. The deck chair was wrapped in a warm fur, and although it seemed to be extremely warm, there was still worry in Ran Hao's eyes.

Looking at Zhao Qingyan's pale face and hesitating for a moment, Ran Hao took off a long robe and draped it over his warm fur coat. Standing closer to Zhao Qingyan, he placed his palm on the rattan chair.

Inadvertently looking up, looking at the white fluttering in the sky, Ran Hao had a moment of absent-mindedness.

— —

In the end, Tang Xiao was the only one left. He left with Gong Tianxue, unconscious.

At the end of the day, his heart was reserved for those two people who had ceased to exist more than ten years ago. As for those two, they might never resent anyone for their deaths.

Tang Xiao's last words before his departure were a sentence that made them want to give up.

"The reason I insisted on taking Zhao Qingyan as my disciple was because of Tang Wu's request."

Tang Xiao was the only one who would live up to the trust between Mo Huaijin and Tang Wu. Everyone present understood this point.

"The affairs of the world are really messing with people." Jiang Wuyan narrowed her eyes as she looked at the sky full of snowflakes. In a trance, she seemed to see a huge net, silently enveloping everyone within. By the time the netizens found out, it was already too late.

After a moment of daze, Lu Chuhan suddenly laughed, "Everyone here is living for the dead, even pushing their closest friends and relatives to their deaths. Do you think it's funny? "

Forgotten Scripture year was silent, Yan Bugui was silent, the blood tears were silent, Yun Kai was also silent.

The one who finally spoke was Jiang Wuyan. "No one can live for themselves. It's just that the way you live in the martial arts world is too cruel."

Lu Chuhan shrugged his shoulders with regret. "I never thought Tang Xiao would be so decisive. I miscalculated."

Jiang Wuyan replied, "Compared to Tang Xiao, I'm more concerned about who holds the Crippling Feather Sect in their hands."

Lu Chu raised his brows, "Why do you care about this?"

Jiang Wuyan didn't hide anything and said lightly: "I've seen Xia Chan."

"He isn't dead?" Have you seen him? " Forgotten and Yan's reactions were different, but the surprise in their eyes was not the least bit false.

Hearing Yan Bugui's answer, the color of Forgotten Scripture changed slightly. "He's not dead?" The second round of questioning was filled with a sense of interrogation.

Yan Bugui felt a headache coming on, "It's a long story, so I can't explain it clearly. I saw him, but he didn't see me. "

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Yan Bugui said, "I don't have time to explain it to you in detail. Isn't it still not too late for you to know it now?"

Jiang Wuyan waited for the two to finish their argument before smiling, "Although the Crippling Feather Sect is destroyed, it is not as bad as being completely annihilated. I want to know who will listen to the people of the Crippling Feather Sect who are still here? "

Forgotten and Yan exchanged gazes, then the former nodded. Yan Bugui spoke in a gentle voice, "When the Sect Leader was alive, he split the medallion representing his identity into two, with Xia Xiajia holding half of each medallion." Moreover, when the Crippling Feather Sect was slaughtered, neither of us was in the sect. In the end, the two who accompanied the sect master were the two of them. According to the rules, the two of them should be the ones to order the Broken Feather Sect. "

Jiang Wuyan gestured for him to continue and did not interrupt.

Yan Bugui frowned slightly, "Lord Jiang should also be aware of their situation. Xia Ming was indeed a long man, but in terms of ability and temperament, he was far inferior to Xia Chan. While the head of the sect was still alive, all the major and minor matters within the sect were handled by Xia Chan, but Xia Dai Su did not question it. All these years Xia Chan has disappeared and Xia Ming is seriously injured, that's why the two of us have to go our separate ways and try our best to protect the Crippling Feather Sect. "

He looked at Qing Shui and continued, "Currently, we only have thirty-five people under our command, including our trusted aides and a few disciples who are scouting outside. However, at least a hundred disciples of the Crippling Feather Sect have escaped. So far, it seems that Xia Chan has taken all of them away.

Jiang Wuyan understood a bit more when she heard this. "All of you haven't been in contact with each other these past years. Ten years have passed and the people from back then have now become the weather. So, you plan to fight yourselves?"

"That's impossible." "We searched for them for many years, but we couldn't find even a trace of them. We only gave up because we thought they were dead. However, since Xia Chan was still alive, these people should naturally return it to him. "He is the sect master's disciple. We are only his subordinates, so …"

Yan Bugui pulled for a long time, but unable to make him shut up, he directly interrupted, "Stop! I knew you'd be so impulsive if I told you about it. "

He looked at him. "What else do you want? It's just a matter of returning to its rightful owner. You're not willing to part with it? "

Yan Bugui could not help but smile bitterly. "I am truly wronged. When did I say I could not bear to part with it?"

Seeing that Qu Sinian still wanted to say something, Lu Chuanhan smiled, "Brother Wangfei, please calm down and listen to what he has to say. What do you think?"

Forgotten hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Alright, go ahead."

Yan Bugui said, "I would rather hand them over to Ming'er than to Xia Chan. Ten years had passed, and perhaps Xia Chan would not be as conceited and impetuous as before, but could the ruthlessness and heartlessness he carved into his bones change? Do you know how much time has passed for him to remember about his relationship with the Sect Leader and his disciples? Do you know whether he has been lying in wait for a long time, or whether he is planning to hide his name and leave the martial arts world? "

Forgotten asked in surprise, "He was being ungrateful, but that's not it, is it?"

Yan Bugui took a deep breath and slowly asked, "Do you know why I don't want to talk about this?" For when I saw him the other day, he disguised himself with silver needles and put on a mask. Given his capabilities, if he were to change his appearance, would he not be able to change his identity? "

The young man pursed his lips and did not refute.

"And why didn't he come to you or me for ten years? Is it because he wants to cut off all ties with the past, or because he hates you and I only care about protecting ourselves, and did not go back to save the sect master? "

With just one sentence, the young man broke out in a cold sweat.

Yan Bugui stared at him, and said word by word, "Our hearts are clear, but can you make Xia Chan believe in us? The Crippling Feather Sect burned for three days and three nights. The Sect Leader was ridiculed by tens of thousands of people on the flagpole. Where were we then? If Xia Chan did not remember his master's kindness, then Xia Chan would have died. In the end, it's just us taking revenge for the sect leader. If he cares about his master's kindness, the first person he would kill would be you and me! "

"No matter how much kindness the Sect Leader has shown me, the last sentence is from him. If it isn't you, then it's enough to convict me!"

Staring at Yan Bugui's crimson eyes, the blood drained from his face.

"As matters stand, which old friend is worthy of us cutting our hearts to each other? The left side was simply scheming on their own, trying to find a way out of this predicament. Rather than entrusting his life to someone else, he might as well rely on himself to carve out a path of blood. It could be returned to its rightful owner. But you must not let me destroy ten years of my hard work in an internal battle! "

Yan Bugui paused for a moment and asked sternly, "Xia Chan has a cold nature and the heart of a fox, who would dare to entrust their life to him? Without suspicion? "

His face gradually returned to normal. He looked to the west and muttered, "Maybe, there really will be people?"

Yan Bugui narrowed his eyes and asked, "With the support of my inner organs, can I have a good ending?"