The words of farewell are on the tip of his tongue for a long time, but he can't spit them out no matter how hard he tries.
Muyan smiles freely: "I don't know what worries you have, Young Martial Uncle, or if you're afraid of implicating us. But you also said that if you want to climb up as a cultivator, you have to fight against the heavens. Being overcautious and indecisive, picking the light and fearing the heavy, how can you become strong? "
"Young Martial Uncle, have you forgotten the name of our sect? Xiaoyao! "
"The so-called Xiaoyao is to have wine today, to be drunk today, to ask my heart, and not to be bound by the heavens."
She looks straight into Luo Yunxiao's beautiful star-like eyes, and enunciates each word: "What is your real identity, Young Martial Uncle? Do you have any powerful enemies? What kind of past do you have? We don't care about these. All we know is that you're our Junior Uncle, and a member of the Carefree Sect. "
Muyan's words make the other six nod heavily.
Yun Ruohan says hoarsely: "Just like Young Martial Uncle, you don't know our true origins, but when we were in a desperate situation, you came to save us without hesitation. Isn't it because you regard us as your family? "
There's no expression on Luo Yunxiao's face, but the hands in his sleeves are unconsciously clenching tighter and tighter.
He knows that he should stay away from all of this, a little bit further.
Otherwise, it will only bring about an irrecoverable end for everyone.
But his heart, his soul, seems to be trapped in a swamp, and he can no longer break free.
Suddenly, a small hand grabs him and gently tugs.
A crisp, childish voice rings out, "Martial Uncle, let's go back together."
It's Xiao Bao who pulls his hand.
Muyan touches her good son's head, and raises her lips with a smile: "Let's go, Young Martial Uncle, let's go back to the Xiaoyao School together."
The others don't know where their courage comes from, but they reach out to push and pull their Young Martial Uncle, who is usually as unattainable as a god.
They push and shout, "Master, Master, Young Martial Uncle is back! Our Xiaoyao School is finally reunited. "
"And me, and me!" Chi Wen's anxious voice approached from afar. "I am the one who has done the most meritorious service. Mei Yanyan, you must not forget about me!"
The moonlight is like a chain, and the laughter gradually goes away.
Under the silent night sky, a faintly discernible figure slowly formed.
He wore a fiery red robe, had long black hair, and was so gorgeous that he had a tinge of a youthful aura.
If Mu Yan was here, she would definitely recognize it immediately.
This was Seven Brilliance!
However, the smile on Qi Huang's face was so treacherous and cold.
The aura he exuded didn't have a trace of warmth or humanity, only a sense of danger that made one's blood run cold.
The captivating red lips curled up slightly. His voice, which was somewhere between a young man and a man, was low and deep.
With a psychedelic aura, it reverberated in the night.
"Only when there is hope will there be more despair."
"The more you have, the more painful it will be when you lose it."
"After seeing the light, when you fall into hell, you will be stained even more thoroughly, won't you?"
"Hahaha … Hahaha …"
The youth's laughter was so captivating that it drifted in the air.
Even after the young man's figure disappeared like a phantom, the voice still lingered, lingering for eternity.
In the Tian Mo Qin's space, Qi Huang abruptly opens his eyes and looks around, his expression panicked and nervous.
"Chirp, chirp, chirp!"
Little Ying Huo rolled to his side, and opened his big eyes to see.
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