The right protector, Xuanwu, is the right-hand man of the demon leader.

Five years ago, the fourteen-year-old Tang Jin broke his spine with a palm. Although he escaped the catastrophe, his body was deformed and twisted, his throat was also injured by a hidden weapon, his vocal cords were ruptured, and his voice was hoarse like an old woman's crow.

In addition, he was disfigured by the enemy's family in his early years, and his whole face was terrifying, like a ghost.

Originally, Xuanwu martial arts was completely useless, but by chance, he got a secret book of evil () power, and his martial arts increased greatly after training.

Although he was unable to progress to the highest level due to his damaged muscles and abnormal body shape, he was also ranked among the first-class masters in martial arts.

Apart from the leader of the Demon Sect, his prestige and martial arts are the most powerful.

"You mean, that person just now is the right guardian of the Demon Sect, Xuanwu?"

In the room, Luo Wuxie said in surprise.

Hua Qian nodded helplessly while holding the bed pole.

Xuanwu is ruthless and has a grudge against Tang Jin. Hua Heng sent him here, obviously to warn her not to cause trouble.

I think my brother has already sent someone to watch them secretly.

Hua Qian sighed, and died before leaving the apprenticeship.

Luo Wuxie asked, "Then are we going to escape later?"

Hua Qian waved his hand and was a little discouraged: "Take a long-term plan."

At least they were exposed this time, and there must be countless pairs of eyes staring at them, and they couldn't escape for a while.

It has to be well thought out.

While the two were chatting, the stone door of the room slowly opened, revealing Hua Heng's gorgeous face.

He crossed Luo Wuxie and walked to the bedside, half squatted down and looked at Hua Qian.

"Flower, don't make it difficult for me."

Hua Qian looked at him and said slowly.

"Brother, I just want to leave because I don't want to embarrass you. I know that you are determined to kill Tang Jin, and I will not stop you. But before that, I also want to solve the problem in my own way. It's my power as the executor."

Hua Heng listened to her solemn words, and neither refused nor agreed, but asked softly.

"How sure are you about the way you say it?"

Hua Qian pursed her lips: "I'm not sure."

Her way is nothing more than risking her life.

Putting all the bets on Tang Jin, he did not leave any room for himself.

Hua Qian took a deep breath, "But there is always a way out. If I succeed, no one will be hurt. If I fail, my brother can still kill Tang Jin as planned to end it all."

Hearing this, Hua Heng sighed and shook his head.

"So I can't let you go. You are willing to trust Tang Jin, but he is not worthy of my trust."

"Flower, I can't watch you die."

Hua Heng got up and wanted to leave, but the corners of her clothes were tight, and one hand was too stubborn to let him leave.

Hua Heng looked back and saw Hua Qian grabbed his sleeve.

She raised her eyes to look at Hua Heng, her tone was calm and firm.

"Brother, I respect your decision, and I hope you will respect my choice."

These words made Hua Heng pause for a moment. He looked at Hua Qian with complicated eyes, but he still couldn't understand it.

"Just a lunatic, is it worth your life to save him?"

He pointed to Luo Wuxie and said, "Even this idiot is more worthy of trust than him."

Luo Wuxie: "?"

Hua Qian didn't speak anymore, but didn't let go, only staring at him with a pair of black and white almond eyes.

The two were deadlocked for a long time, seeing the stubbornness in her eyes, Hua Heng was finally defeated.

He sighed.

"Okay, I promise you. But from my standpoint, I won't let you go. If you can get out of here on your own, I won't stop you."

Hua Qian's eyes lit up: "Okay, it's a deal!"

Hua Heng looked at the Xinghe in her eyes and shook her head slightly.

With Hua Heng's promise, Hua Qian suddenly regained her motivation.

It is early winter now, and the Demonic Mountain where the Demon Sect is located is steep and difficult to defend and attack. In winter, the mountains are covered with snow, which is even more hidden and dangerous. It is impossible for the Wulin League to choose to attack the Demon Sect in winter.

In fact, whether it is the original book, or the battle against demons that Tang Wu and the others negotiated before, they are all scheduled for the beginning of the spring in the coming year.

So she had plenty of time to find a way to leave the Demon Sect.

Although Hua Qian also knew that the secret door had been discovered now, she and Luo Wuxie, who were both martial arts useless, had difficulties in leaving the Demon Sect, but there was no way out of the sky, so they always had to look in the right direction.

She was even prepared for the worst, and she couldn't accept anything else.

Thinking of this, Huaqian became a lot more spirited.

Seeing Luo Wuxie, who had been standing by and looked at her hesitantly since just now, she knew that he must be full of doubts and itchy, so she sat cross-legged on the bed and said with a smile.

"go ahead."

Seeing that she took the initiative to mention it, Luo Wuxie immediately poured out the doubts that were simmering in his heart.

"Miss Yu, aren't you Mr. Yu Qingwen's daughter, why did you become a saint of the Demon Sect?"

"Why is the Demon Sect leader your brother?"

"Is the Tang Jin you mentioned just now the leader of Tang Shao's alliance?"

"The Demon Sect mainly kills Tang Shao's leader, isn't the young leader your fiancé?"

Seeing that he kept asking with his small mouth, Hua Qian cleared his throat and said with a secret expression on his face.

"It's a long story."

Let me make it up for you slowly.

After leaving Huaqian's room, Hua Heng looked at the stone door slowly closing behind him, a complex dark flashed in his eyes.

It was already dark, and he did not return to the Taoist Hall, but stood on the top of the Demon-Desire Mountain and quietly watched the bright moon hanging high.

Many times in the past, when he was about to give up, he would look at the moon all night long.

Nothing in this world belongs to him. Family affection, love, friendship and freedom have nothing to do with him.

Only when everything is silent, the indifferent and bright moon in the sky gives him a sense of belonging.

Nung, moon and new moon.

The belief that he has insisted on for so many years is to be able to go home and reunite with Huaqian.

But now looking at Hua Qian's shining eyes, Hua Heng felt a little dazed.

He knew his sister well, and before Hua Qian could see his heart clearly, he knew that Hua Qian liked that little lunatic.

He also knew very well that if Tang Jin killed him, Hua Qian would definitely avenge him.

But what if he killed Tang Jin?

Even though Hua Qian understands his pain and understands his choice, a human life is between them.

Can they go back to the past?

Going home is his obsession, but at this time Hua Heng's mind recalled Hua Qian's words.

"Whether it's novel or modern, fake or real, as long as we are together, we are home."

Hua Heng closed her eyes lightly, the cold night wind blowing across her cheeks, suppressing the hesitation and confusion in her heart.

Is there really a way to coexist?

Can the task that has lost countless lives and has not been completed really end in their hands?

Do not.

How can a monster with savage and brutal blood flow in its body be educated into a human being.

When Hua Heng opened his eyes again, he was as indifferent as before.

He took out a letter from his cuff and handed it to Xuan Wu who was waiting aside.

"Spread the news."

Xuanwu took the envelope with his skinny palm: "Yes."

Yuji Mountain

Winter has come earlier than usual this year, and the weather is getting colder and colder.

Pei Yuan rubbed his hands, picked up the newly made clothes and walked into Fuxiangyuan.

There is no one in the courtyard, and as soon as you enter the courtyard, you can see the dead branches and trees by the wall, the old trunks and branches, the branches are entangled like ghost claws, and they are extremely depressing under the gloomy sky.

Pei Yuan sighed, he remembered that Miss Yu was the one who named Fuxiangyuan.

But now that Ms. Yu is missing, the leader of the young alliance only locks himself in the room to heal his injuries all day long, and no one else is allowed to enter.

The cold winter has come, and the flowers and plants in the yard are not taken care of, and there is no fragrance floating there, but there are only piles of dead yellow weeds, lifeless.

"Master Young Master, it's time for the medicinal bath today."

Pei Yuan stood outside the door and said respectfully.

A clear and cold order came from inside the house.

"Enter."

Hearing this, Pei Yuan opened the door and entered, facing hot and humid mist.

The water vapor stains the room with an extremely light foggy white, mixed with a touch of bitter herbal smell and sweet pear aroma.

Tang Jin didn't like people staying in this room, but he sent fresh fruit and pear spices to light up every day.

The fragrance lingers in the house all day long, and even the gauze is stained with fragrance.

The rich herbs and spices are mixed together. The two flavors are incompatible but forcibly entangled. It smells a bit weird.

But these days, have heard a lot, and Pei Yuan is used to it.

He thought, the fish girl will come back.

When the fish girl came back, the room was full of fragrance again, without any bitterness.

But thinking of the rumors circulating in the rivers and lakes these days...

Pei Yuan looked at the looming figure in the tub behind the screen in the mist, but he didn't dare to say anything. He put down the clothes in his hand and quietly exited the room.

There was a faint sound of closing the door.

Surrounded by mist, Tang Jin slowly opened his eyes.

Strands of his long hair stuck to his wet neck, and his slender eyelashes were wet with mist, like fluttering butterfly wings absorbing the morning dew on flower petals.

Tang Jin coughed a few times, and looked down at the new clothes that were put aside.

Rich indigo blue, like a black ink that cannot be erased.

Jia Shaolong's palm hurt his lungs, these days he suffered from the pain of medicinal bath, although most of his tendons recovered, but in the end it hurt his vitality.

And his left hand.

The tightly sewn hideous wound spread from the wrist to the forearm, like a poisonous snake wrapped around the arm.

Tang Jin looked at his arm, but his eyes were fascinated and lingering.

Yuqian, we will meet again soon.

Do you regret hurting me?

You love me so much, you must regret it.

A sick smile appeared on Tang Jin's lips.

I forgive you.

He lowered his head and kissed the scar on his wrist softly, like kissing a girl's soft lips.

But you will always stay by my side.

Pei Yuan, who was waiting outside the house, counted the time and thought that Tang Jin had already dressed, so he respectfully called.

"Young leader, the leader asked you to change your clothes and go to the main hall to discuss important matters."

After a while, the door opened from the inside.

Tang Jin was tall and jade-like, and the blue robe made him pale and his lips were a little more bloody due to the severe pain of the medicinal bath.

The ends of his hair were wet, dripping on his clothes, like a dizzy bloom of rich ink flowers.

Tang Jin raised his eyes and looked at the afternoon sun, which was obscured by dark clouds, slightly breaking through the sky.

"Let's go."

Tang Jin said lightly.

Time to pick up his bride.