"Last night, the wind blew snow and sent me to the animal village. The animal village was fierce and dangerous, and the rainy night was boundless..."

The Party headed west.

This is a very strange team.

Shen Zhenyi sat on the crystal throne, floating, eyes slightly closed, thinking about traveling, surrounded by Chu Huoluo.

Miss yuan held Xuanyan and followed him alone.

Yuanshan sings at the end of the team.

Although his song is unlucky, he still keeps singing.

——Unless interrupted by a cough.

The long, unsheathed sword like a snake twisted on his back, reflecting the dazzling sunlight.

"What is he singing..."

Chu Huoluo murmured softly, and said nothing to the man who had not followed them.

The impression of his loyalty was slightly reversed, but his strange behavior along the way really made people don't know what to say.

He walked slowly and sang all the way. He was curious and lively. He had to get together when he saw anything new, which greatly slowed down their journey.

Princess long wanted to talk about him, but Shen Zhenyi didn't say it all the time.

Xuan Yan also kept silent and didn't seem to care about his whereabouts.

——After the family change, life and death are bearish.

Sometimes he would feel that he had nothing to do with himself, just adhering to his grandfather's will and arrangement, and had to work hard to complete it. As for success and failure, he doesn't really care.

The whole family is going to die. Even if Xuanyan survives, what can he do?

This kind of survival with so many deaths will only suffocate people.

The more he moves forward, the more he feels.

So no matter how ugly Yuanshan sings or what moths he makes, the little boy is always quiet and has nothing to do with himself.

——This is particularly distressing.

During the evening break, Xuan Yan squatted on the hillside and looked at the sunset in the distance, stunned.

Princess long couldn't bear it and came forward to comfort her.

"As long as we get to the snow field, everything will be fine."

Xuanjia's ancestral home is in the northern snow field. Xuantianwei came from the snow field and became an important minister in the city. He was even one step away from being qualified to enter the square spire. The huge Xuan family has luxuriant branches and leaves, but now the trees have fallen and the monkeys have scattered, leaving only one single seedling to return to the snow field.

——Go back, it's just hard to live.

Princess long sighed.

The young man has good qualifications. Xuan Tianwei has planned for many years and should have a backhand. I don't know if I will make a comeback in the future.

——However, the hardships and tribulations in the middle are not enough for external humanity.

"Will everything be all right?"

Xuan Yan's tone was calm, with a little doubt.

He didn't know what was waiting for him.

What's more, it may not be the day to return to the snow field.

Strictly speaking, the word "Hui" is not accurate. Xuan Yan has never been to the distant ice and snow since he was born. Only in his grandfather's words, he imagined the ancestral home and spiritual home of Xuanjia again and again.

Of course, he knew very early that he would go to that place one day.

As long as he lives.

Continue the blood of Xuan family.

"It's not easy to live smoothly..."

He sighed out of age.

Although he couldn't see or hear it, Xuan Yan could imagine the rapid sound of horses' hoofs. It was the urging sound of Ti riding around to chase him, a fish that had escaped the net.

With an unreliable "sick Sword Fairy", an careless "big swordsman", and a warm-hearted and capable Miss yuan, he has little confidence in his future.

"You don't have to worry. With my master, you will be able to create miracles."

Princess long felt the fear and worry in Xuanyan's heart. She could only comfort her.

"Miracle?"

Xuan Yan's body trembled slightly.

"I don't believe in miracles anymore."

Why didn't a miracle happen at the moment when Xuanjia was destroyed?

The child's back is straight. Even in spring, the bone chilling chill makes him unable to warm.

He is the blood of walking alone in the world.

No miracle is needed.

"... the light of the knife is like snow and the blood is like rainbow. My heart is worried and sentient beings are like insects..."

Yuanshan is still singing strange and cruel songs.

The strange sword behind him, like the light of fire, became more and more prosperous.

"The last kid of the Xuan family wants to go back to the snow field."

"Cut the grass and root and never let him return home."

"Even if Xuan Tianwei is wronged, now the charges have been set early. For the dignity of Xuantian City, Xuan Yan should also be arrested."

In the open and in the dark, the wind surged.

Everyone knows that Xuanyan returned home, and everyone knows that he found a swordsman named Shen Zhenyi to escort him.

——The third childe Shen has just been recommended as a new generation of strong man by Yuan Yuzhen, governor of the ninth gate. He is known as a great swordsman such as Zhu Jie and Yuan Yuli.

However, how can one person reach thousands of troops?

Is he trying to kill himself?

When Yuanyu really heard the news, he was very surprised and asked three times.

"Third childe Shen is really capable of getting involved in this matter... If I knew so, why should I make it clear with him?"

He sighed softly.

Yuanyu really wants to attract Shen Zhenyi. Isn't the purpose to let him stir the wind and cloud in the coming vortex of Xuantian city?

But even if Shen Zhenyi is used by their yuan old school, he may not be able to stir up the muddy water.

The water is deep about Xuanjia.

This stranger is really a newborn calf. He is not afraid of tigers. He dares to stir up such things.

Yuan Yuzhen bent his fingers and counted: "it goes without saying that the imperial sect wants to kill the Xuanjia people; we can't let the Xuanjia blood escape for the dignity of Xuantian city's laws and regulations; the orc man wants to make this an iron case. In order to warn the world, there is no reason for the Xuanjia people to live."

"Except for the ancient martial arts, almost the whole Xuantian city wants the child to die."

"Shen Zhenyi, you have three heads and six arms. Can you keep the child?"

This is really a big vortex.

With the participation of Shen Zhenyi, more interesting sparks can be collided.

Yuanyu really got up and paced, casually asked the staff, "which adult will lead the team to arrest the pro guards of Xuanyan?"

The staff looked through the documents and hurriedly replied, "it's Zhang Zhong, commander of Fenglei camp."

"Oh?"

Yuanyu really raised her eyebrows.

He had some impressions of this man. He was dignified and had a profound master's demeanor. When he was middle-aged, Wudao Dacheng sent this person to pursue Xuanyan. Obviously, he didn't want to fall behind other schools.

But

Now with Shen Zhenyi, there are variables.

Yuanyu really pondered for a moment and told him, "go and summon Lord Zhang. After he finds the target, don't be in a hurry. Look at the wind first, so as not to make wedding clothes for others after the mantis catches the cicada and the Yellow finches."

The third childe Shen has hidden too many accidents.