After sighing, he raised his left arm back again and shook it towards Long Tianxu's body a few times, and then Long Tianxu's body suddenly rose into the air and flew straight into the lake, making a fluttering sound. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I hid in the grass next to me and saw it clearly, completely volleying into the air, without the help of any tools, just relying on the power of the five elements to complete this series of movements.

It's just a game-changer for me!

Previously, Long Xueyan used the Zhu You technique to suck out the bamboo stick that nailed the old woman from the beam in the air, which was already shocking, but compared to the mysterious person surnamed Bai in front of him, it was simply a small thing.

And judging from the skills of this Long Tianxu, he is obviously already a master, but in the hands of this white surnamed who should be a secret person, he was killed in less than three moves.

The methods of this mysterious person surnamed Bai are simply above the Ten Thousand Saints Immortal Gu, and it is creepy to think about.

But thankfully, he didn't find out about my existence from beginning to end, otherwise with the way he acted, I guess I would have followed in the footsteps of the dragon.

After cleaning up Long Tianxu's body, the mysterious man surnamed Bai pondered for a while on the surface of the lake, and then said to himself: "Eight years have passed in a blink of an eye, and Yang'er has grown up, but I still haven't gotten that thing, what should I do............"

Yang'er !!

If I heard me correctly, he just said Yang'er!!

It was only at this time that I gradually remembered that the reason why I felt that the back of this mysterious person surnamed Bai was very familiar was because his back was exactly the same as my grandfather!!

Oh my God, could it be that this mysterious person surnamed Bai in front of me is actually my grandfather!!

His surname is Bai, my grandfather is also surnamed Bai, he is a disciple of Zhuyou, my grandfather is too, he said that eight years have passed, Yang'er has grown up, and my name also has a Yang character, and it is exactly eight years old, is it all too consistent?

Shocked by the astonishment, I subconsciously sat down in the grass, but this action caused the grass where I was hiding to move, and it must have attracted his attention in this quiet night.

Sure enough, after I made a sound, he immediately stood in place and asked quietly: "What kind of little man is hiding in the grass and coming out to talk."

At this point, I was eager to run out and take a look at him and see if he was my esteemed grandfather.

But I can't, I can't run out so recklessly, if he is not my grandfather, then I must be a dead end, if he is my grandfather, then the image of my grandfather in my mind will become a murderous and unblinking demon, which is even more unwilling to face.

So I could only hold my breath and continue to hide in the grass, praying in my heart that I would be spared.

If you don't come out again, don't blame me for being rude! The mysterious white man reminded him with a slight anger.

Twitter, twitter............

At the last moment, the white bird in my arms suddenly let out a bird's call, and then flew out of my arms with a wave of wings, and went straight into the jungle.

"It turned out to be a brute, I thought it was some young man hiding in the grass." The mysterious white surnamed said to himself without looking back.

After saying that, he looked at Long Xutian who had been thrown into the lake, then looked up to the sky and sighed, tapped his toes to the ground, and flew into the woods beside him, and at the moment when his figure was about to sink into the woods, I looked at his face by the faint moonlight.

Oh my God, that looks like my grandfather!!

Although it was only a side face, and it was only a glimpse of the governor, his appearance had been deeply imprinted in my mind, because his side face was carved out of the same mold as my grandfather.

It wasn't until long after the figure had disappeared in the woods that I sat down on the grass, my mind in a state of confusion, as if my blood had clotted.

If the murderer was my grandfather, how would I face him in the future?

The person who once showed loyalty and benevolence in front of me is actually a demon who kills people without blinking?

The last time I was at a mass grave near the bamboo hut, the middle-aged wicked woman kept accusing my grandfather of mutilating his two brothers, and I was still indignant to defend my grandfather.

But this time it's with my own eyes, what else can I do?

Pretend not to know anything?

Facts speak louder than words, what more reason can I find to excuse my grandfather?

Compared with the pain on my body, I feel that my heart hurts a little more, and my grandfather's image of being so kind and benevolent, like a fairy, has collapsed in my heart at this moment.

The night breeze was still blowing, and the slightest coolness penetrated into my body, but I didn't plan to wrap up the tattered clothes, compared to the coldness in my heart, this coldness was nothing?

Grandpa is the person I respect the most in this world, but what has happened recently has to make me look at him with admiration.

Take 10,000 steps back and say, if this murderer today is really grandpa, then how should I deal with myself?

The sound of a snort reached my ears and woke me up from my grief.

I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the bad feelings in my heart, and at the same time looked up at the place where the sound was coming from.

I found that not far from the lake, a girl appeared at the moment, at this moment she was walking towards the water, in the background of the night, her figure looked very slender, and her dress was a little weird, the red skirt was dotted with many glittering metal pieces, and she wore a hat made of silver jewelry on her head, although it was in the dark night, but her dress was still extraordinarily conspicuous.

This woman who came suddenly is like the Luo Shen written in the book, in this deep mountain, like a dark orchid, left behind and independent.

I think the snorting sound just now must be the sound of her walking on the grass.

Since she was facing the center of the lake, I couldn't see her face for a while, but judging from her dress and figure, it was not difficult to tell that she was a young girl.

Just as I was looking at her for a moment, she had already taken out a green bamboo flute from her arms and played it slowly.

Very unexpected, I have heard this song played by the people in the village, called "The Morning of Miao Ling", this is a very light and joyful song, but for some reason, under the blowing of this Miao woman, it gives people a sense of crying and complaining, especially in this silent night, obviously extra sad.