September 10th, cold dew.

The temperature at this time was already a bit cool, and as a pale golden morning glow appeared on the horizon, a dilapidated house made of mud and tiles appeared in the thin mist in the valley.

Looking in through the half-opened door, under the eaves and on the threshold, there sat a thin young man wearing coarse cloth clothes with a somewhat hollow look in his eyes.

His hands hung on his knees, holding a stone in his right hand. A huge centipede-shaped scar was exposed on his half-open chest. He looked at the drops of dew on the weeds in the yard and muttered something.

"The cold dew is late in the autumn and the sky is long, the water is like pearls among the grass, the lotus... the lotus..."

The young man looked thoughtful, rubbing the pebbles in his palm with one hand, and tapping his forehead with the index finger of the other hand. However, he could not remember the words behind the lotus. In frustration, he threw the pebbles in his hand out of the house with all his strength.

oops!

A sound of pain came from outside the door, and a beautiful girl wearing a green shirt, a green bamboo piccolo stuck in her waist, and a baggage in her hand walked in, touching her forehead and looking at the boy with an angry look on her face.

She said angrily: "An Chen, what are you doing again?"

The young man was also startled. He stood up, pinched the corners of his clothes with his fingers, and drooped his head, looking aggrieved like a child who had made a mistake.

The girl rolled her eyes, walked over and dusted off the boy, poked his forehead with her finger, and said with a smile: "You are so stupid, remember! Although the lotus leaves have thousands of leaves, we will pick the lotus root tomorrow morning!"

"The lotus flower... has broken... leaves... with thousands of faces. Tomorrow... early morning... we will pick... lotus roots!"

An Chen muttered, dancing happily as if he had found a treasure.

There was a hint of relief in the girl's eyes. Although he had forgotten a lot, he still remembered this song.

I still remember the cold dew that year, when the two of them sang together.

She held An Chen's hand and sat back on the threshold. The two of them just leaned against each other quietly, relying on each other.

After a while, the girl turned around, looked directly into An Chen's eyes and said, "An Chen, I had a dream last night..."

Gululu~~

However, before she could finish speaking, a series of noises came from An Chen's stomach, and he looked at the girl pitifully.

"Luoyao, I'm hungry..."

The girl smiled and shook her head, her thumb and index finger joined together, pinched the tip of the boy's nose and said, "I know, you have been eating it since you were a child!"

Then she handed the green bamboo piccolo to An Chen to play with, and opened the bag just now, which contained some pastries.

An Chen's mouth was watering. He didn't know what the image was, so he just grabbed it with his hands and wolfed it down.

Seeing this, Luo Yao took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and gently wiped the residue on his face and body with a smile on her lips.

After An Chen had eaten, he sat on the threshold with Luo Yao, and he put his head in her arms and fell asleep.

And when the girl looked at this familiar face, she seemed to see the short young man on Lingxu Mountain again, but he shouted that he wanted to beat down the person who bullied her!

She smiled bitterly, not knowing whether everything at this time was lucky or unfortunate. She gently picked up a piece of debris from the young man's hair and flicked it away.

"Maybe life like this is not bad. But..." Luo Yao gently rubbed An Chen's hair and murmured: "I know you have a strong temper, and you definitely want to get back those things you lost."

The girl's eyes were red.

At this time, I don't know if An Chen felt the girl's heart, and he leaned closer to the girl.

Luo Yao's heart trembled, and she gently leaned her head on the young man's back, her black hair brushing her face, but it was quietly moist.

However, at this moment, an obscure fluctuation came!

Luo Yao's pupils shrank and her face turned pale. She waved her hand and a transparent shield enveloped the sleeping boy.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Five figures descended from the sky, holding swords in their hands, forming a semi-encirclement shape. The leader was a short, middle-aged man with a broad forehead and pointed chin.

He stared at the two people on the threshold with burning eyes, a hint of joking in his expression.

Luo Yao said coldly: "Zhao Yue, you are really a dog-skin plaster. You are not tired after chasing this all the way?"

The man smiled lightly and said: "Saint Luo, you are not tired of hiding here and there, so how can I, a bastard like me, be tired?"

As he said this, he dusted off the dust on his body and said with a smile: "If you feel tired, Holy Girl Luo, you might as well return the fool around you to my Zhao family. I can go back and do business more easily, and you can be at ease, right?"

"Shut up! You are not allowed to call him a fool!" Luo Yao said with cold eyes: "At least half of everything your Zhao family owns now was brought down by An Chen with his blood. But what about now? You designed to destroy his Xiu

Why didn't I tell you, but I suppressed his life soul and turned him into a dementia? Even if I skinned everyone in your Zhao family, it wouldn't be enough to vent the hatred in my heart!"

After saying that, she flicked her sleeves in anger, and the surrounding rubble suddenly shot towards Zhao Yue and others, with great force and force, piercing through the wall.

Two of the besiegers were unable to dodge and were hit in the arm, causing their entire arm to become bloody and bloody.

For a moment, no one dared to step forward.

"Hmph!" Zhao Yue snorted coldly. "Do I really think I'm afraid of you? If I weren't afraid of the Luo family, how much trouble could an immature saint make?"

Then he curled up the corner of his mouth and said sarcastically: "If he hadn't offended the big shots of Jingfan Holy Land for you in Lingxu Mountain, he wouldn't have ended up like this! Why... now you're going to bite my Zhao family back?"

After hearing this, Luo Yao's eyes darkened, and her aura suddenly weakened by half.

But Zhao Yue seized this moment and stepped forward, turned his fist into a palm, and struck out at Luo Yao and Luo Yao. The strong wind from the palm poured down, turning the incoming gravel into powder for a moment.

Luo Yao's eyes narrowed, thinking that Zhao Yue is really difficult to deal with!

She restrained her mind, thinking to herself, and sarcastically said: "Zhao Yue, I didn't expect that your strength has improved very quickly. It seems that your Zhao family has gained a lot of benefits since you became the lackeys of Jingfan Holy Land."

"Haha..." Zhao Yue smiled instead of being angry. He cupped his hands and said, "This is all thanks to your help, Saint!"

you!

Luo Yao clenched her teeth, her face was as gloomy as water, and she had already torn Zhao Yue's stinky mouth a thousand and eight hundred times in her heart.

Zhao Yue, on the other hand, did not want to engage in any more verbal quarrels to avoid long nights and many dreams.

He pointed at the sleeping An Chen and said with a fierce expression to Luo Yao: "Today, An Chen will die!"

In an instant, Zhao Yue twitched one hand, a cold light flashed, and the sword from his waist came out.

"Die!"

Zhao Yue slashed at An Chen with his sword, and a sharp aura struck him immediately, destroying everything where the blade passed.

Zizzizi~~

Sparks flew everywhere, and Luo Yao was seen guarding An Chen. The sword force fell directly on her protective aura, causing sparks to fly.

But even so, Luo Yao's energy and blood surged from the shock, her face flushed, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. And the blade that still had its remaining power cut a foot-wide ravine from the middle of the house.

She looked at Zhao Yue with gloomy eyes, obviously he knew An Chen was her weakness.

Zhao Yue raised his knife and moved forward again, his eyes showing a hint of pleasure. He and others were ordered to hunt down An Chen. If Luo Yao hadn't interfered, he would have finished his job and lived happily!

Oops~ Another knife!

Luo Yao crossed her arms in front of her chest to block. The blade was coming, and it was extremely sharp. However, she had been fighting and running away with An Chen in the past few days, and the spiritual energy in her body had already been unable to make ends meet.

After a few breaths, Luo Yao retreated and fell behind. She had no choice but to swallow the blood in her mouth, turned around and caught the knife with her back, then picked up An Chen and retreated into the house.

For a moment, the blue shirt was stained with blood!

Zhao Yue's face turned ugly, and he scolded this woman angrily in his heart that instead of being a good saint of the Luo family, she came to dip into this muddy water. She was really a meddling in other people's business.

But I was still so aggrieved that I couldn't kill him!

For a moment, he felt angry. If An Chen ran away again, he might not be able to explain to his family. After a moment of thinking, he looked at everyone fiercely, and the other four people immediately understood.

They stood behind Zhao Yue, using all their spiritual power. Zhao Yue stepped on his horse and raised his sword to the sky.

Wave after wave of power gathered in his body, manifesting a six-foot-long sword silhouette, standing in the air.

There was a trace of ferocity on Zhao Yue's face, he raised his knife downwards, and suddenly slashed towards the dilapidated house with a powerful and sharp energy.

Hahahaha~~

Zhao Yue laughed heartily. Under such an attack, no bones were left. Even if the Saint of the Luo family died, there would be no evidence to prove that she was related to him.

He licked his lips and couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes. Although he had killed countless people, this was the first time he had killed someone of this status.

If it succeeds, his status in the Zhao family will naturally increase!

However, just when he was proud, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the broken house.

His stature was stooped and old, and he seemed to be on the verge of death, but the power he exuded was as powerful as the combined efforts of Zhao Yue and others!

He stretched out his fingers, and found that the six-foot-long blade was caught between his fingers, not making any progress.

Then he exerted a little force with his two fingers, and the blade turned into fragments. The overflowing sword energy turned the surrounding low earth walls and gravel doors into powder.

Zhao Yue waved his hand to clear away the smoke, waiting to see who was coming...

Gulu.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and suddenly felt the desire to give up!

This person is actually Xue Tianfeng, the elder of the Luo family. He is a ruthless person!

Zhao Yue quickly smiled and said: "Meet Elder Xue."

hehe……

The visitor sneered, looked at the former with disdain and said, "You are quite capable of bending and stretching. Why, where did the fierceness to kill my Saint of the Luo family go?"
To be continued...