Author: Mao Maoru

They asked the shopkeeper about the location of the Xin family's house, and after a night's rest, the group set out for that rarely visited place.

The closer to that place, the more Song Qinghui could feel a vague resentment. When he could see the deserted house, others also saw that the deserted house was clearly shrouded in black resentment.

Chu Yao said: "It seems that the people here did die unexpectedly."

Song Qinghui said: "I don't know if there is any danger inside, so be careful."

Xin Bai went straight forward, Wen Xiaolu quickly followed, and the other three also followed behind Xin Bai.

Chu Yao deliberately lagged a few steps behind and walked side by side with Ye Sui. She whispered: "Ye Sui, what's wrong with you?"

After entering the house, everyone discovered that there were ruins everywhere. Resentment made the atmosphere extremely depressing. Ye Sui was observing the dilapidated environment around her. After hearing this, she looked at Chu Yao and said, "I'm fine."

Chu Yao said: "You have said very few words along the way."

Ye Sui is not a quiet person. She is too quiet now, which means something is wrong. Chu Yao is attentive and will naturally keep Ye Sui's changes in mind.

Ye Sui said casually: "I just don't adapt to the environment here, so I don't have the energy to talk."

Chu Yao didn't think so. In fact, she was not a nosy person. She asked this question because she was worried about Ye Sui's situation. Ye Sui was obviously worried, but Ye Sui obviously didn't want to say more. Chu Yao

Yaobian didn't ask any more questions, but decided to pay more attention to Ye Sui in the next time.

Wen Xiaolu in front suddenly said: "Xin Bai said he had an impression of that place!"

Xin Bai didn't say a word, and only Wen Xiaolu could have such an inexplicable understanding with Xin Bai.

Wen Xiaolu followed Xin Bai forward quickly.

Song Qinghui noticed that the thick fog here was not normal, and he reminded: "Wait..."

But the fog came quickly and quickly, and soon drowned the backs of Xin Bai and Wen Xiaolu. Song Qinghui, who followed closely, was keenly aware that something was wrong. He stopped and looked back, but did not see the two junior sisters.

Looking back, Xin Bai and Wen Xiaolu were gone.

Song Qinghui couldn't worry about Ye Sui and Chu Yao. He could only walk back, "Junior Sister Chu, Junior Sister Ye."

No one answered his call. He tried using magic, but could not dispel the strange thick fog. He didn't know if he had lost his way in the fog. Suddenly, a beautiful shadow appeared in front of his eyes.

That figure felt so familiar to him that Song Qinghui blurted out, "Su Su!"

But the figure seemed to be frightened and left in one direction in the blink of an eye.

Song Qinghui hurriedly caught up and saw the figure standing not far away, as if waiting for him. He slowly approached and cautiously called: "Su Su..."

The back of the woman in white moved, and she turned around, with a sweet smile on her pretty face, exactly the same as the smile she showed every time she saw Song Qinghui before.

Song Qinghui felt a strange attraction inexplicably. There was some kind of magic power that kept driving him closer to her. He walked slowly, and the closer he got to the woman's figure, the heart in his chest beat faster.

The more powerful it is.

"Big brother!"

Song Qinghui seemed to hear someone calling him, but the sound seemed to be just his illusion. His eyes seemed to be imprisoned by something, and they only fell firmly on the woman.

Someone else was shouting: "Senior Brother, wake up!"

Song Qinghui hesitated slightly in his steps.

The next moment, splashes of blood appeared in front of his eyes, and the woman in white had her throat slashed with a sword right under his nose.

The woman's figure fell to the ground, and the pool of blood quickly stained the soles of his shoes.

Song Qinghui's whole body stiffened. In an instant, a strange aura surged around him, and the Demon-Conquering Sword appeared in his hand. The tip of the sword was pointed at the person who suddenly appeared, "Kill her!"

Chu Yao raised her sword and caught Song Qinghui's sword move. She frowned slightly and said, "Elder brother, she is not Yun Susu!"

When Song Qinghui was confused, he brushed Chu Yao's sword away, and several sword auras struck him, and his brows were full of anger.

Chu Yao gritted her teeth and moved forward instead of retreating. She faced the sword energy and took this opportunity to touch the center of Song Qinghui's eyebrows with her fingertips. She recited the Qingxin Mantra, trying to suppress the evil energy that suddenly emerged from Song Qinghui.

Song Qinghui felt a coolness that instantly dispelled the chaos in his mind. His hand holding the sword relaxed, and his eyes slowly returned to clarity. Then, Chu Yao's face appeared in his eyes, "Junior sister Chu?"

Chu Yao breathed a sigh of relief. She retracted her hand and said, "Senior Brother, after you finish settling the matter here and go back, you should go find Master."

Song Qinghui was silent. The corner of his eye glanced at Chu Yao's blood-stained sleeves. He paused and said, "You are injured."

"It's just a minor injury, don't worry about it." Chu Yao didn't take it seriously. It was because she didn't avoid it before and was injured by his sword energy.

Song Qinghui felt guilty, "Sorry, I was careless."

Song Qinghui was not a reckless person, but this time he was so easily influenced by evil spirits. I don't know whether it was because he loved Yun Susu deeply, or because his inner demons were too serious.

The woman in white on the ground lost her disguise and turned into a piece of dead wood. Song Qinghui noticed that there was a scholar in blue lying on the ground not far away with the same change. Without thinking too much, he knew that Chu Yao must have met the same person as him.

Case.

Song Qinghui couldn't help but look at Chu Yao and asked: "Why can Junior Sister act so decisively?"

Liu Muzhi was the person she liked, and she was able to kill the phantom that looked exactly like him so decisively. Looking at the blade, she didn't hesitate at all.

Chu Yao smiled and said: "Because he is a very important person to me, so no one in this world can imitate him."

Song Qinghui looked at Chu Yao who looked indifferent, and he was slightly absent-minded.

Chu Yao was so determined that it was difficult for him, who was now emotionally in prison, not to feel envious.

There are too many people Yun Susu cares about, and there are too many people she can see.

But Chu Yao only had Liu Muzhi in her eyes.

Life is really unpredictable. As the much-anticipated senior brother of the Fuyun Sect and the future heir to the sect master, Song Qinghui has received unlimited honors, but he would actually start to envy a secular teacher.

Song Qinghui calmed down and said, "I will treat your wounds."

This is his fault and of course he must be held responsible.

Chu Yao did not refuse. When they were children, they would get injured during martial arts competitions. At that time, they were responsible for solving the problems among themselves. However, as they grew older, Song Qinghui had to learn more and more things, and Chu Yao felt that

There are fewer and fewer interesting things, and they don't interact with each other that much.

But Chu Yao said worriedly: "I'm very worried about Ye Sui, senior brother, we have to find her quickly."

Song Qinghui was equally worried. He said "Hmm" and said, "She shouldn't be able to walk far by herself. Let's look everywhere."

Wen Xiaolu is protected by Xin Bai, so there should be no problem. Now that Ye Sui is separated from them, and there are traps here that confuse people, there is no one to look after Ye Sui, so he is afraid something will happen.
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