When the boy under the lamp heard this, his face darkened.

Jialan continued: "It was not you who appeared in Leizhou that night."

He held the sachet and looked at the blue flame inside.

"In this way, there are at least four guys like you in the world." The eyebrows raised, and Jialan's fingers gently fell on the grape-wrapped branches outside the silver sachet. The sachet was given to him, but the mechanism was still there, and Ayan still couldn't come out.

What kind of bullshit trust cannot exist in itself.

Jialan withdrew his gaze and looked at him and said, "Can you really count your words?"

Tan Zhen didn't say anything, but her face became increasingly ugly.

Jialan Liangliang said, "That kid is sure to listen to you, but what about the others?"

Tan Zhen's throat seemed to be stuck in an invisible giant hand, and she couldn't spit out a word.

His words are indeed impossible to count.

In terms of age, even Lantern Festival is older than him.

There are seven of them, including Axing, who was with him when he was young, and Jianyue and Xue Luo, who were called father all day long. He was just a dispensable existence without any upper and lower levels.

However, they were clearly not as good as him.

Based on his understanding of his elder brother, if the fox is an ally rather than an enemy, the elder brother will definitely be only happy.

After all, for my brother, nothing is as important as opening the passage of ten directions.

That place is my brother’s dream, a dream that will be achieved through exhausting everything.

Half a step back, Tan Zhen said, "I am 90% sure to convince the person who can make the decision."

"Oh?" asked Jialan, "What is the remaining 10%? You don't look like someone who likes to be cautious and not talk all over."

Tan Zhen's eyes changed slightly, she was worthy of being a fox. After saying a few words, it seemed as if she had seen through his temperament.

Drooping his eyes, Tan Zhen laughed and said, "This is the result, it depends on your request."

The goal is consistent, which is enough for them, but it is probably not enough for the fox.

Tan Zhen said: "What is your purpose in Jiangcheng?"

Jialan looked calm: "You already have the answer?"

Tan Zhen smiled: "It can't be said that it's the answer, but I guess I do have it."

Jialan asked: "What is it?"

Tan Zhen said: "What you want is probably the same as what we wanted four years ago."

"Four years ago..." The calmness on Jialan's face fluctuated.

At that time, wasn’t it when Tang Shi came back to Jiangcheng and looked for Tang Ning?

Is it a coincidence?

He stared at Tan Zhen, his eyes swaying: "What are you looking for?"

Tan Zhen still smiled, her smile was as gentle as the spring breeze.

The Lantern Festival and Impermanence, which have been fought together, make annoying movements. The cracked ground, the collapsed walls, and the dust is flying.

Lantern Festival may win or lose.

Tan Zhen is too lazy to calculate.

Four years ago, when they first arrived in Jiangcheng, no one expected that they would stay for four years.

Lantern Festival likes the sunshine of Jiangcheng, the fragrance of flowers in Jiangcheng, and the food in Jiangcheng, but he doesn't like anything. He stays because of Lantern Festival.

But in the past four years, he has not given up.

The key that my brother wanted was probably still in Jiangcheng.

But they have no ability to find it out.

The smile on his face faded.

Tan Zhen felt embarrassed when he thought of these four years.

The word "incompetence" is the sharpest knife in the world.

He looked back at Jialan and whispered: "I suddenly remembered something. Lord Jialan wouldn't know how to open the Ten-Strait Channel, right?"

The noisy moonlit night suddenly became quiet.

The snow-white fox tail behind Jialan gently swept across the ground.

"Did Lord Jialan know about what happened six hundred and ten years ago?" Tan Zhen's tone changed. Where did this fox hide for a whole six hundred years?

He leaned out his hand and pointed to the bright moon above his head: "It is said that the night you washed Yezhou bloodily, the moon was as round as today..."

He said, and took a warning posture.

But the silver-haired boy standing opposite him just lowered his head halfway and stared at his hand.

The hanging eyelashes were thick and dense and deep.

Six hundred and ten years ago—

The channels between the ten directions and the human world disappeared.

That's what Tan Zhen said.

Jialan heard his heartbeat.

The passage disappeared and he was sealed, which happened in the same year.

But Yezhou was washed away by blood... Jialan looked up at the sky. Is there so many people who knew about that? He remembered that when he first met Xie Xuan, Xie Xuan smiled bitterly.

Six hundred years have passed, and the sticky blood seems to be still stuck in his hands.

The air was frozen, and he looked at Tan Zhen and said softly: "It seems that I, who knows nothing, must join forces with you to return to the ten directions."

Tan Zhen was overjoyed when he heard this: "This is the best."

But after hearing his words, Jialan took a step back.

The distance between them suddenly increased.

Jialan said, "I just can't figure it out. Since you know everything, what's the use of asking me?" He shrugged, "You can tell at a glance about my situation. If you lose the power of demons, you can't hide it from anyone."

"You may not be able to beat me if you try your best."

"But from the beginning, you decided to pull me into the group, why?"

Jialan played with the sachet in his hand and narrowed his eyes and said, "I have thought about it all over and over. I can only have information in my hand that you don't know and can no longer know from other places."

"Think about it again..." He paused and laughed, "Bodhi City."

"You guys have never seen the Ten Directions." Jialan said confidently, "There are no monsters from the Ten Directions in the world. I'm afraid there is no place to ask those things except for me."

When Tan Zhen heard this, he sighed: "I am really worthy of being a fox in Luofu Mountain."

My mind is really fast.

He walked forward: "This is indeed one of the reasons why I want to form an alliance with you, but it's not all."

Jialan said: "You have someone you want to please."

Tan Zhen was silent.

He was right again.

He doesn't care about the things about the Shifang, but his brother cares a lot. If someone can tell the things about the things about the Shifang, he will definitely be very happy.

As for this contribution, if you remember it on the Lantern Festival, you will definitely be very happy.

The praise from my brother is what Yuanxiao wants the most.

Tan Zhen said: "Since that's the case, how about changing intelligence to open the channel together?"

Jialan smiled and said, "Not very good."

Tan Zhen's face changed.

Jialan said, "I hate the smell on you."

"The Shifang is my hometown, but not yours." The demonic power gathered between his fingers, and with a "click", Jialan crushed the silver sachet.

The powdery silver frost fell with the wind, and blue fire rose into the sky.

The sounds made in the flames are no longer the roars like babies, but the roars like beasts.

Jialan called out "Ayan", moved his hand and grabbed it.

The ice-blue flame turned into a long sword.
Chapter completed!