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The candlelight passed through the curtains and seemed to have become brighter. Would the entire palace be so brightly lit that night?

Mu Qing Han was dazed for a moment as she turned her head to look at the man sleeping with clothes around her. She raised her hand to try to calm the worry on his face, but held it back. It should be best not to touch it.

He took off the crown of his hair and spread it out on the pillow. It looked like a ball of black ink that couldn't be dyed. Her hair was black, and her overly pale face made her sleeping appearance seem somewhat unreal.

His eyes were filled with red, but what he saw in the depths of his eyes right now was nothing more than clean black and white. It was so white that it was spotless, and so dark that it was difficult to understand.

He was very quiet. Every time he saw him, he felt very quiet, without a hint of panic or impatience — even when he was standing in the pool of sewage, he could only see indifference and calmness in the blood-red flames that soared to the sky.

When he was asleep, his breathing was so light that he could barely hear it. The rise and fall of his chest could not be any lighter. If one did not pay close attention, one might even think that this was a lifeless work of art.

It wasn't the first time she was so close to him, but the first time she seriously sized him up. He carefully sized them up until he was slightly absent-minded.

To that marriage contract, the only thing he could pray for was for that person to be as gentle and quiet as the rumors said. It was enough to be able to live a dull life by marrying into the manor from the duke's manor.

However, he did not know how long such a time, such a gentle and quiet person, could last.

It was unknown who he would cry to and who he would smile to every single day and night in the future. Don't know... To whom can I tell of the pain and despair that followed?

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"This …" The young man descended from the sky and looked at the mess on the ground. Then, he saw someone familiar. He couldn't help but be stunned on the spot.

"Right Protector." Right Protector. " On the other hand, Jiang Wuyan and Gongzi Zou cupped their fists in greeting. They didn't really care when they saw him stunned.

When Nancheng saw the saber strapped to the back of Forgetfulness, she blinked and kicked Wen Wan. "Isn't this your Martial Uncle?"

Wen Wan was in the middle of adjusting his breathing, but he didn't get angry even though he interrupted him. He opened his eyes and looked at the person in front of him, and slightly raised his eyebrows: "It's true."

The young man looked over at the bloodstained face and asked in a familiar tone, "You are?"

Wen Wan saw that the surprise and confusion on his face didn't seem fake. After a while, he slowly asked, "Yan Bugui wants to kill me. Martial Uncle, you don't know?"

His pupils abruptly constricted, and his face revealed surprise and surprise: "You are Xia Chan?" He wanted to get closer to his martial nephew, but he stopped under his cold gaze. The light in his eyes slowly dimmed, turning into bitterness.

Wen Wan signaled the Southern City to help him up, and then he took out the sword at his waist and walked to the front of Wangjing, suddenly thrusting with the sword.

His movements were quick and unexpected. Everyone present was an expert, but by the time any of them realized that he had made his move, Wen Wan had already thrust his sword into his arm, an inch deep into his flesh.

His first reaction was not to avoid the attack, or to raise his hand to push Wen Wan away, but to ask him, "Why?"

He really did not understand why he would attack him without any warning, not even giving him a chance to explain himself. Xia Chan was definitely not someone who would be blinded by hatred. Xia Ruyu's disciple definitely would not lose her reason due to hatred.

He asked himself, he had never done anything that would let down the Crippling Feather Sect, Xia Ruyu, or Xia Chan.

Wen Wan put the sword back in its sheath, his expression indifferent. "Nothing, I just suddenly remembered that you hurt my little brother, so I gave you a sword in his place."

His confusion deepened. "Your brother?"

"Bai Zhen." Wen Wan sat back down, raised his head and asked, "Do you still remember?"

Nancheng also knew about this and could not help but ask, "Do you hold a grudge like this?"

Wen Wan smiled. "Do you know Fan Yicheng?"

The Southern City thought for a moment. There was no such person in the martial arts world, so it shook its head.

Wen Wan explained: "The head of Fan Yuzhen is a gift from Jing Ke to the King of Qin. Yan Bugui wanted to take my head and show it to Hall Master Candle Hood so that he could wait for an opportunity to kill him. And the person in front of us is planning on using the items left behind by the marquis with his life to pave the way for his master. Then, his master avenged him. Unfortunately, I'm unreasonable. Not only do I not intend to use my head to avenge them, I also think they are ungrateful and ungrateful. "

The old man frowned. "With the temperament of the marquis of the Trojan Horse and the lord of the White House, even if his family were to be destroyed, he would never make an enemy of the imperial court. To them, the name of their family was more important than their lives. It was impossible for them to accuse their family of being disloyal. If we don't get the box, we will never get our revenge for the broken feather. "

"Yes, the only thing you miss in your heart is revenge, is there still any 'kindness'?" Wen Wan sneered, his words leaving no room for doubt, "The feather remnants have already been broken, there are only a few dozen people left. Although the Puppet Palace still had some dignity, they had already been dead for at least ten years. Of course you don't have to worry about that, so you have to drag Ling Ge Palace to die with you, right? Senior Master has done all this for Crippled Feather, have you forgotten? "

His gaze fell on the Tang blade by Wen Wan's side. "As long as both blades are present, I will listen to your commands."

There was only one mountain range, and it was covered in snow.

Wen Wan looked at him coldly: "Do you remember, my senior brother has the blood of the Mu Family on him? To hurt his blood relatives, to end his revenge, where did you put my senior brother? "

Forgotten asked: "The Marquis Mansion of the Trojan Horse was massacred, but has the Young Clan Master never thought of taking revenge?"

Wen Wan looked at him and smiled slowly. "It is already dark. By this time, they should have entered the bridal chamber, right? Do you know who the one who married Mu Qing Han was? "

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then his face slowly turned green.

Wen Wan spread out his hands and made a gesture of 'please do as you will': "If you wish to see my Senior Brother, he is currently in the Qi King's Manor, so you can be at ease if you personally ask him about his intentions, right?"

At this moment, Forgotten Scripture Nian already understood. "The request left behind by the marquis of the Trojan Horse was to let Mu Qing Han marry into the prince's mansion, right?"

Wen Wan asked him, half joking and half mocking, "Don't you think Martial Uncle guessed it too late?"

No matter how good his temper was, he couldn't help but be slightly annoyed. "Leaving the lives of hundreds of people in a marriage alliance, handing over the lives of hundreds of people to a young man who just became the champion, is truly unworthy of praise!"

"On the day that the Crippling Feather Sect was slaughtered, I have not yet achieved the crown." Wen Wan looked at him with a deep look in his eyes. "But I gave my all for the Broken Feather Sect, so I didn't get to wait for you two to come back from three miles away. To think that you guys have lived thirty years without a fight, and have only been protecting yourselves in the face of death, who do you have to care about others? "

The corner of his mouth curled up, revealing a smile that could not be described with words: "My death is not worth it, my dozens of junior brothers died is not worth it, but why can't my master and senior brothers wait for you to save them? You didn't save him when you saw him die, but today you're talking about revenge. Don't you think that's laughable? "

"We have our difficulties," he said bitterly.

Wen Wan said with a smile, "Yes, you do have your own difficulties. After all, Master told you to wait there. The Crippling Feather Sect can be destroyed, but my senior brother can't die, right? You just... I didn't expect that even Master couldn't rush out. "

"Why are you …"

At the same time that he forgot to say something, South City said in shock, "How can your master be so ruthless?"

Wen Wan looked at him with his eyes, indicating that he didn't need to say anything more. He said something he had never believed before. "I was not at the door at that time. Maybe Master thought I wouldn't be able to get back."

Nancheng pursed her lips and revealed a smile, "Isn't it so? If you are unable to return from Merlin, who is an hour away, it will be the greatest gentleness to you all, master and disciple, in these ten years."

Wen Wan did not think of it as a pestle, but instead replied seriously, "This point of gentleness is enough for me to remember for the rest of my life, even if I die without regrets.

Southern City really wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh at all, "You lost so much blood, and the only thing that you got in return was Xia Ming in everyone's eyes. The only thing that is happening to you is the surprise that you are still alive, as well as the suspicion that you have done everything. " Pausing for a moment, he simply added, "Of course, we do not include the Bai Yan Tang."

Wen Wan looked at him with a smile that wasn't a smile. "I am Xia Chan ah. If it were you, would you believe that I have a human heart and remember human feelings?"

When the Southern City heard his curses, they knew that he was not speaking out of anger. The people standing here all knew that after removing Wen Wan's disguise, this was the kind of person who would never leave a single word of mouth for others. He had always disliked her.

Nancheng was a little powerless, "You've used more than a dozen years, but they're not willing to give you even the slightest bit of trust."

"Didn't you trust me?" Wen Wan's casual words were more serious than ever, "In this lifetime, is there really a need to care so much about the beliefs and beliefs of others? Here and now, with you, Wen Ning, and the dozens of our brothers who are suffering hardships to the death — is that not enough? "

He gestured to the South City not to say anymore, "Excluding my personal kindness and grudges, the Can Yu Sect and I were just like a dream from more than ten years ago. If I live in the present, I have your lives to depend on. "

Nancheng asked him, "Is it enough?"

Wen Wan revealed a faint smile. "With the addition of Martial Uncle Bai, it will definitely be enough."

As Wen Wan, he called him uncle. As Xia Ruyu's disciple, he called Bai Yutang his Uncle-Master. However, he knew that the current him, no matter what his identity was, was someone who had sent out all the help he could muster from the Ling Ge Palace without any hesitation.

As Xia Chan, how could it not be enough to gain the trust of one person?

Southern City understood what he meant. Thus, they made a "please" gesture towards Guan Jiu Nian: "We, Supreme Mystery King, are tired, and we do not welcome the Right Protector here. "Or, would you like to go back?"

Wen Ning said from the sidelines, "Although my Young Master and the two Protectors have a feud, he is too embarrassed to be associated with the two of you. There had never been any kindness or righteousness between the Young Master and the two Protectors, so there was no need to say that they had broken off all ties. If you do not wish to be an enemy, you should also be unable to be a friend. "

As a person who didn't know how to speak, right now was not the right time to speak. Several times he tried to speak

In the end, he was speechless and could only say, "Then, I'll discuss this with you in detail another day."

Wen Ning said faintly, "The right protector, please go ahead. My Young Master only hopes that we will never meet again."

When Wen Wan closed his eyes to rest, he could not help but speak bitterly: "Are you unwilling to even look at me now?"

Wen Wan opened his eyes, and looked at him for a moment. "There is nothing between me and Martial Uncle. "I will only advise Martial Uncle that a good bird chooses a tree for its perch. The feathers on its body will not be broken and its heart will not be broken. Do not choose rotten wood for your rest."

The young man stood there silently for a long time. After clasping his hands together, he slowly left. His back looked a little sad.

"You're more decisive than I thought." The Southern City was clearly surprised, but they would definitely not have any suggestions for his decision.

Wen Wan was obviously very tired, as he lowered his eyes and lowered his voice: "I have always been like this …" "I'm tired. First, find a place to return to for the people who died here. I'll pay my respects another day."

South City looked at the corpses on the ground. "Buried here?"

"Both of them died by Candle's hands, why should they die here?"

After he said this, there was no more sound. He who had held on for a long time had finally reached his limit.