Li Qianqian!

traitor!

As the saying goes, when enemies meet, they are particularly jealous. The senior brother's enemy is her Xia Ruxue's enemy. When they appear, Xia Ruxue's emotions fluctuate violently.

"It's not suitable to do something today on someone else's territory."

Jian Nanchun stood up and gently patted his junior sister on the shoulder. Although he said this in a calm and gentle manner, he could see that the murderous aura appeared and disappeared in Jian Nanchun's slightly narrowed eyes, and it seemed that he was very hard to suppress.

The "Wuhen" sword intent he realized was originally a killing sword, which took human life invisible. As for why Jian Nanchun could understand the "Wuhen" sword intent, the deep meaning of it is self-evident.

"call……"

Xia Ruxue exhaled gently and her eyes closed and opened, returning to calm.

She has been practicing for a hundred years and has long created a unique mind.

After entering the Moluo Palace, the atmosphere changed strangely on the Three Thousand Lotus Platform in Jambudvipa.

Many casual cultivators have learned that the Moluo Palace and the Tianjian Gate have been entangled for thousands of years. Even if the two giants did not have a violent conflict in this thousand years due to the constraints of the "peace treaty", whether it is a dispute over ideas or accumulating hatred, it is already Amitabha Buddha if he can't fight when he meets him. He cannot force others to greet him with a smile.

Everyone in the Moluo Palace each settled their "seats".

Each lotus platform is about a few square meters and can only accommodate several people on the same side without showing any grievance.

The couple in the Moluo Palace, who, without knowing whether intentional or not, happened to fall on the lotus platform where Jiannanchun, Xia Ruxue and the two black and white sheep are located.

Xia Ruxue was in her long sleeves in her blue shirt, and her pink and white fists were first clenched tightly, and then slowly loosened.

When Xia Ruxue was silent, the other party talked first.

"Xiaoman, on July 7 next year, please put a stick of incense on Xiaohu in front of Brother Lin's tomb."

It turned out that the handsome man and beautiful woman were Wang Xiaohu, who had a shallow relationship with Xia Xiaoman back then, and his partner Yan Qianxiu.

Jian Nanchun sighed: "A hundred years of time, things change."

Xia Ruxue had no expression on her face: "Xia Xiaoman is dead, you have recognized the wrong person."

"Xia...Ruxue." Wang Xiaohu's expression was also cold. His eyes were empty and he stared at the direction of the treasure tree. He did not look at Xia Ruxue. His dry lips tiptoed: "On July 7 next year, please snatch an incense stick of Xiaohu in front of Brother Lin's tomb."

Xia Ruxue: "You are not worthy."

Wang Xiaohu finally looked at Xia Ruxue: "Yes, I'm not worthy. But I beg you, for... I saved your life in the Golden Temple a hundred years ago. Since then, we have been mortal enemies and our kindness has been written off."

Jian Nanchun patted Xia Ruxue on the shoulder again, shook his head and sighed, and sighed with emotion.

He recalled the scene when he met two ignorant boys outside the Golden Temple.

A young man is honest and passionate, while a young man is cunning and interesting.

After a hundred years, Wang Xiaohu's temperament changed drastically and he became the "demon son" of the Demon Palace. He stayed with the "saint" Yan Qianxiu, while another young man, Lin Yi...

"Can."

Finally, Xia Ruxue's eyes flashed and she agreed.

Wang Xiaohu looked away: "Thank you."

In fact, to put it bluntly, Xia Ruxue does not hate Wang Xiaohu.

In other words, that kind of hatred is not the kind of "hate" that ordinary people say.

I anger him from not fighting, and I hate God's unfairness.

Wang Xiaohu is pitiful. His experience has made him look like now.
Chapter completed!