"Ling'er..." Xia Yihan wanted to say something, but Jian Xinan stepped forward to stop him, shook her head and said, "She is angry now and will not listen to anything she says. You should wait and say it later.

Bar."

Xia Yihan thought about it and felt that what Jian Xinan said made sense. Although she was still a little worried, she had to go out first.

But after leaving the room, he stood at the door without any intention of leaving.

Seeing him like this, Jian Xinan just chuckled softly, then patted his shoulder, turned around and left silently.

In fact, he knew that Hu Ling'er did this not because of being angry, but because he was just worried that Xia Yihan would fall into the trap.

The real bystander is a mystery to the authorities.

Jian Xinan left, Xia Yihan wandered at Hu Ling'er's door for a long time. As time passed by little by little, the time limit that Qi Muqing said was getting closer and closer. Xia Yihan wanted to raise his hand to knock on the door several times, and be better with Hu Ling'er.

He said it, but finally gave up.

If Hu Ling'er was lost because of saving Sang Rong, he would definitely not want to see such a thing happen.

However, he didn't want Sang Rong to have an accident because of him, as he would feel guilty towards her and would not be able to completely abandon her.

Seeing that the moment had arrived, Xia Yihan pursed her lips, finally raised her hand, knocked on the door, and said, "Ling'er..."

"Come in." Only then did he scream, and Hu Ling'er's voice came from inside: "Come in."

Xia Yihan was delighted and hurriedly pushed the door and walked in.

In the dilapidated temple in the western suburbs, Sang Rong sat quietly beside the wall with her knees in her arms. Her hair was messy, her head and body were covered with residual liquid from eggs and tofu, and she was in a mess.

The cold wind poured in from the entrance of the ruined temple without a door, making her tremble, but no matter how cold her body was, it could not match the cold in her heart.

The agreed time is coming soon, but Xia Yihan does not show up.

"Haha, it seems Xia Yihan is not going to come to save you." With a chuckle, the turbidity in the green shirt and hat appeared in front of Sang Rong.

Sang Rong didn't raise her head, but just snorted coldly, "The time is not yet here."

"Then you just wait until the last moment." Zhuo didn't care, but turned around and looked at the broken Buddha statue with his arms, paused and continued, "I will not die until the Yellow River, this is Sang Rong's characteristic

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Hearing this, Sang Rong suddenly raised his head and looked straight at the back, with doubts in his slightly narrowed eyes.

It looks like this back seems a little familiar...

Since he took the initiative to find her that day, she has been puzzled. Judging from these contacts, he is familiar with not only himself, Xia Yihan, and even Qi Hongqing.

Before, I only thought about defeating Hu Ling'er, but I didn't think about his identity very much, but listening to what he had just said, my doubts were even more serious.

"Who are you...?" Sang Rong's voice with doubts slowly rang.

"Haha..." Zhuo smiled softly again, and did not look back. His eyes still fell on the broken Buddha statue. He asked without answering, "Sang Rong, do you feel abandoned now?"

Sang Rong did not answer, but heard him continue, "As a mortal, life has ups and downs, which is normal. Look, even if this Buddha statue is a god and a belief in people. When people believe it

When he was, he built temples for him, and the incense was abundant, but once he was abandoned and forgotten, he was nothing, and the final result was that he was corrupted by wind and rain here."

Listening to his words, Sang Rong's gaze also turned to the Buddha statue.

In fact, what he said makes sense. She is indeed like this Buddha statue and has been completely abandoned.

Her mother abandoned her, her father abandoned her, and her master abandoned her... Her life was spent by this and that abandonment.

But no matter what, she had Xia Yihan, with him to accompany and comfort herself, and she felt that there was hope in her life, and with him, it was enough.

But now...

He looked at it for a long time, then sneered: "The Buddha statue is dead and cannot control his life, but people live. Do you have to sit and wait for death like it, and leave it to fate?"

"Of course it's impossible." Zhuo decisively denied, paused for a moment and continued, "So I'm back again, I want revenge, I want counterattack, I want those who have pulled me from heaven to hell one by one.

Eliminate them all!"

Zhuo became more and more excited as he spoke. Sang Rong clearly felt his anger and unwillingness, and even had a strong murderous intent.

Sang Rong was alert, slowly stood up and asked again: "Who are you!?"

When asked this, Sang Rong seemed to have thought of something. Although he was not very sure, he looked at the back and looked more and more like him.

"Hahahahahaha!" Zhuo laughed a few times, then slowly took off the hat on his head and threw it on the side with a "slap".

Turning around slowly, a plain and unfamiliar face appeared in front of Sang Rong.

Not him!

Did she think it was wrong?

Even so, Sang Rong still instinctively retreated, and his vigilance on his face remained unabated.

Looking at her reaction, Zhuo curled his lips, then raised his hand to touch his face, and said meaningfully: "Why, don't you know me anymore? It seems that Miss Sang is only thinking about you, Xia Yihan, who has long since taken me.

This old friend has forgotten it. Then let me tell you..."

As he said that, his hand moved to his forehead and slowly ripped it off.

Sang Rong was proficient in disguise art. When he looked at his movements, he immediately understood that he was still wearing a human skin mask.

He wears a black veil in a straw hat and a leather mask. This person is so hiding so well, and his identity is definitely not ordinary.

Is it really what I think?

As he thought in his heart, Sang Rong's feet had slowly moved towards the door. No matter who this person was, the danger aura emitted from his body was obvious enough.

Now that I have lost all my martial arts power, even a man without martial arts, she cannot deal with it, so she can only find an opportunity to escape.

"Want to escape?" Zhuoyi, who was tearing the mask, saw Sang Rong's movements, and his body flashed quickly, blocking her. Then he moved his hand and the mask on his face had been completely torn off.
Chapter completed!