Chapter 142 The desolate mountains

Since he chose to come here, Yin Yifan will naturally not leave because of Yan Xiaoxin's words. He added more strength, grabbed Yan Xiaoxin with both hands, and also whispered hoarsely, " Cheer up."

In this situation, Yan Xiaoxin is usually silent. She stared at Yan Cheng's dead white face and didn't know what she was thinking.

Yin Yifan gritted his teeth, shook her delicate body gently, and said, "Even if you want to hate me and kill me, you must take care of yourself first."

Hearing the words, Yan Xiaoxin took a deep breath, slowly raised her weak and beautiful face, and then stared straight at Yin Yifan, biting her red lips, but did not say anything.

Yin Yifan sighed, lowered his head as if he had done something wrong, and whispered, "I admit that my ability to comfort people is very poor."

How did Yin Yifan speak? Yan Xiaoxin just didn't say anything. After staring at it for a long time, he turned around and put his face deeply on Yan Cheng's chest. Blood stained his face for a moment.

"Bum!"

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound, Yan Xiaoxin's eyes turned white, fainted, and her whole body fell on Yan Cheng's body.

"What are you doing?"

Yin Yifan was slightly stunned, raised his eyebrows, and saw that it was Zhong Danqiu who slapped abruptly. He couldn't help frowning and was a little unhappy.

"A lot of people came, and they were all from Xuanji Pavilion. Let's go!"

Zhong Danqiu's face was solemn and he shouted gently without hesitation. He reached out and lifted Yan Xiaoxin's body and put it on Yin Yifan's back. Then he took a look at Yan Cheng, and the corners of his mouth moved. He didn't know what he said. In the end, he still carried Yan Cheng, a descendant, on his back.

Hearing Zhong Danqiu's serious face, he didn't seem to be laughing. At present, Yin Yifan had to tighten Yan Xiaoxin on his back and quickly ran outside the city's mansion.

Her body is still so soft. On her back, there seems to be no weight at all. On the contrary, her boneless body feels very comfortable.

Yin Yifan shook his head vigorously and scolded himself for thinking about it at this time. It's really not a thing!

People went to the empty building. As early as when Yan Cheng fought with the three Xuan machine thorns, the maids of the city owner's mansion fled everywhere. I am afraid that the aftermath of a little battle will bring an eternal disaster to myself. After all, in a small city like Shunfeng City, the battle at the peak level of four yuan is really rare, and every time it happens, it will bring disaster.

The last time, Qi's mansion was destroyed, and this time it was not much better. The city owner's mansion was almost destroyed, and even the city owner's death was unknown. After Yin Yifan and Zhong Danqiu separated from each other, the huge city owner's house was empty, leaving only three or two pieces of yellow flowers.

After about half a period of incense, two people suddenly appeared in the fierce city owner's mansion. One of the middle-aged, dressed in a red robe, is particularly conspicuous. He is not Qi Lianzheng, who is known as a red leader. Who will he be? He looked around the ruined battlefield. He couldn't help frowning and said angrily, "Who is it? How dare you kill the people of Xuanji Pavilion!"

Another middle-aged man in a green robe who can keep pace with Qi Lian, the head of the Red Sect, can only be Wei Mingchang, the doctor who led the red Xuanji order. His face was much flat. He gently stroked the thin beard, moved the corners of his mouth, and said, "The traces of the battle here are not very powerful. Obviously, it is not from the hands of Zhong Danqiu."

"Hmm!"

Hearing this, Qi Lianzheng also deeply agreed, nodded silently and gave a hum.

"Your Excellency!"

At this time, a team of more than a dozen guards suddenly came from the distance. Although these guards are in the lowest status in Xuanji Pavilion, their strength is extremely weak. Ordinary ones are in the late binary realm, and the threshold of the captain has reached the triple realm.

The leader was a tall and tough young man. He seemed to be very in awe of the two Xuanji doctors. At present, he respectfully bowed to Qi Lianzheng and Wei Mingchang and said, "Two doctors, my subordinates have checked the whole city owner's mansion, and no one has been found."

"Hmm?"

Qi Lian was shaking his eyebrows when he heard the words, and his face was stern. "Where is the owner of Shunfeng City?"

"Well!"

Hearing such a stern sentence by Qi Lianzheng, the leading young man couldn't help shaking slightly, squeezed his lips, and bowed his head again: "This seems to be gone."

"Bun bastard!"

Hearing the words, Qi Lianzheng couldn't help shouting, which made more than a dozen Xuanji Pavilion guards present who were usually show off their power among ordinary people immediately in a cold sweat and said in unison, "Damn it!"

"Eh, why did Brother Qi have to be angry for the death of several cards?"

Seeing that Qi Lianzheng, who had always had a bad temper, was angry again, Wei Mingchang immediately waved his hand and persuaded him, "Go and have a good look. Shunfeng City Lord, I want to see people alive and die."

"Yes!"

Hearing Wei Mingchang's humane voice, a kind of guard couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and answered in unison.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency..."

At this time, a few more calls sounded in the distance. Looking at the sound, I saw another team of guards rushing forward. It is faintly visible that there are still two people in the team.

"What's the matter!"

Qi Lian was so angry that he frowned and shouted impatiently.

"Report to the doctor that the bodies of Yao and Chu were found in an alley next to the mansion, which seemed to have been killed by the same person."

The young man led by this team looked very handsome and calm about Qi Lianzheng's violent shouts. He arched his hand and told the situation in an orderly manner.

"Chugousheng!"

Hearing the words, Wei Ming, who had a plain face, suddenly changed his face. He didn't know why, and he felt a little sad. He immediately lost his voice and asked, "Is Chu Gousheng also dead?"

"Yes!"

The young man named the head nodded and answered in a low voice.

"Chu Gousheng is a talent. It's a pity to die."

Wei Ming raised his eyebrows and looked at the sky, as if he remembered something. After a long time, the corners of his mouth suddenly grinned and said, "Go on the order, want the lord of Shunfeng City!"

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Under Zhong Danqiu's handwriting, a group of four people, including Yan Cheng, flew out of Shunfeng City together in a secret place.

About the time of flying a cup of tea, the four people fell on a hillside in the west of the city. However, at this time, Yan Xiaoxin also woke up. Seeing that she was on Yin Yifan's back, she was stunned, and then looked around like a lost soul. When she saw Yan Cheng on Zhong Danqiu's back, she took a heavy breath.

After a long time, Yan Xiaoxin seemed to suddenly find something wrong, and then struggled hard. His voice was not sweet. On the contrary, he was very hoarse and said angrily, "Let me down!"

I don't know if the tendon was suddenly wrong, or I thought about a lot of things along the way. Yin Yifan actually loosened his hands like this, which made Yan Xiaoxin fall to the ground heavily.

"Ah!"

Yan Xiaoxin fell to the ground, first snorted because of the pain. Then she raised her eyebrows in disbelief and stared straight at Yin Yifan. After a while, she smiled self-deprecatingly, struggled to stand up and walked towards Zhong Danqiu.

Seeing this scene, Zhong Danqiu couldn't help but be stunned. Now he put down Yan Cheng and whispered to Yan Xiaoxin, "Your father didn't kill him! Look at the wound on his body.

If you put it in peacetime, you will naturally see what is going on with the meticulous mind of Yan Xiaoxin. But now, even if she listens, she won't think too much about what she determines.

Yan Xiaoxin held Yan Cheng's body and couldn't help bursting into tears. Yin Yifan couldn't help but want to come forward to comfort him, but soon, he suppressed the impulse in his heart and said to himself, "No, I didn't do anything wrong from beginning to end."

"Dad..."

Yan Xiaoxin seemed to be an injured lamb, sobbing in a low voice and whispering.

"Find a place to bury it!"

Yin Yifan was silent for a long time, but he just said such a cold word.

"No, no! Go away, you all go away, leave me alone!"

Hearing Yin Yifan say that he was going to bury Yan Cheng, Yan Xiaoxin howled like crazy. The delicate face, originally pale, turned red at this moment, and there were faint blue veins on his forehead, which soared. Mixed with sticky blood, it is actually a little ferocious.

"If you can't come back to life after death, I still feel sorry for you!"

Seeing the crazy appearance of Yan Xiaoxin, who was weak in the original article, Zhong Danqiu also sighed in his heart. Unexpectedly, he explained it again and said, "Your father is really not killed by a kid. You can't be angry with him..."

"Old monster! What are you talking about?"

However, before Zhong Danqiu's words were finished, he was interrupted by Yin Yifan's interrupted drink. He opened a violent arc at the corners of his mouth and said to Yan Xiaoxin, "If you want to hate me, you can kill me. Anyway, you can't be so depressed."

"What does it have to do with you? You go..."

Yan Xiaoxin shouted hysterically, and his eyes couldn't help closing, and tears surged down.

"I'm leaving, how do you avenge?"

Seeing Yan Xiaoxin like this, although Yin Yifan was very cold and tough on the surface, he was actually bleeding from the bottom of his heart. His silver teeth gnawed his lips tightly, and suddenly asked again. Obviously, he refused to leave.

"You!"

Yan Xiaoxin suffocated when he heard the words, as if he was speechless, and now he no longer paid attention to Yin Yifan. He just lowered his head and held Yan Cheng's body tightly with one hand.

Yin Yifan took a deep breath and couldn't help looking up and walking a few steps. Looking at the familiar and strange desolate mountains here, his mood inexplicably returned to the sad rainy night a year ago.

After a long time, he turned his head and asked Zhong Danqiu in a low voice, saying, "Old monster! Where do you think people will go when they die?