"What do you think...... Is that enough?"

Tang Xuanzong pursed his lips and asked in a tangled manner. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hahaha!"

The Evil Hand Soul Chaser burst into a maniacal laugh, and his bright eyes narrowed with laughter.

After a while, the laughter stopped for a while, and then he said angrily: "Is it enough? Don't you think it's enough?"

"His family, friendship, and maybe love now, if all of them have been destroyed by you, don't you think it's enough?"

"Then ...... That's enough, right?"

Tang Xuanzong looked very weak, and even needed to hold it with his hands before he could slowly sit back on the dragon chair that was unique to him, and said with his eyes in a dazzle.

"What about the God of Wealth?"

He pondered for a moment, then asked the evil hand a seemingly unrelated question.

"The God of Wealth?"

The chin of the evil hand chasing soul was raised, looked at Tang Xuanzong, and mocked: "You actually call him the God of Wealth in the world?"

Tang Xuanzong lowered his head and said with a wry smile: "He has to let me call him that......"

"Okay, I don't want to pay attention to your, but don't worry, the God of Wealth's heart is already dead, and he won't pay attention to these things anymore, he is waiting now. ”

"What are you waiting for?"

Tang Xuanzong raised his eyes and asked the evil hand chasing soul.

"Wait...... Wait for Jian Chen to kill him with his own hands!"

The white hands of the Evil Hand Soul Chaser suddenly trembled at this time, showing that his heart was by no means as calm as his tone suggested.

"Really?"

Tang Xuanzong's head hung down again, his eyes were full of thoughtful expressions, and gently, in a voice that only he could hear, he said, "Perhaps...... I should be the same, right?"

"Evil Hand...... Please!"

"Humph!"

In the main hall, with that cold snort, the figure of the evil hand chasing the soul suddenly disappeared just like when he suddenly appeared, and the flickering candle flame was reflected, leaving only the lonely shadow of Tang Xuanzong.

The difference is that the peace and tranquility he had had before had disappeared.

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The wilderness of Chang'an.

The night wind of the call sign made people feel cold, but in this cold wind, there were two people standing silently in the open field without shelter.

Jian Chen, and Gu Mochen.

The complexion of the two of them is not good-looking, and the excessive consumption of internal force is brought about by their two slightly pale faces, Gu Mochen is better, but his breath is weak, and his whole body is sore and weak, but Jian Chen's face is as white as a piece of unstained rice paper, and there are several blood holes on his arms, which are bleeding from the ground, even if they are constantly blown by the cold wind, they will not stop at all.

For now, however, neither of them paid attention to their physical injuries, and they stood silently, their heads drooping, their eyes fixed on the high mound of dirt in front of them.

It looked like a newly piled grave, but there were no tombstones.

The two of them just stood like this, and I don't know how long it took, and their seriously injured bodies couldn't help but tremble slightly under the night wind.

Gu Mochen's gaze moved from the tomb to Jian Chen from time to time, and then moved back to the tomb, the look of worry was all written on his face, and he wanted to open his mouth several times, but he couldn't say a word.

Jian Chen looked very indifferent.

He just kept staring at the pile of graves that he had just dug up with his hands, and the ten fingers of his hands were blurred with flesh and blood, and the ten fingers were connected to his heart, and the pain was enough to penetrate his heart, but he didn't even frown, just watched silently.

Just now there were three of them, but now they are two people and a grave, where is An Botian...... I don't know anymore.

"Uncle Ann, I'm sorry......"

Just when Gu Mochen wanted to say a word of comfort for the eleventh time, Jian Chen suddenly opened his mouth lightly and said to the mound:

"I don't know why, but your identity should be very sensitive right now, so ...... Please forgive me for not daring to put a tombstone on you. ”

As he spoke, he slowly squatted down, and his fleshy hands gently picked up a handful of loess, sprinkled it on the towering tomb, and said softly:

"But don't worry, when everything is over, I will definitely choose a feng shui treasure place for you again and ...... it well I'll bury you!"

His voice was very hoarse, and his body was already weak, and the handful of loess wanted to be sprinkled on An Botian's grave, but when he threw it with both hands, the handful of loess was only sprinkled at his feet.

Gu Mochen's eyes closed.

Grandmaster, Jian Chen is a cultivator of the Grandmaster realm, after two days and two nights of tossing, the injuries in his body have become so serious that he can't even throw a handful of extremely light loess.

Plop!

The moment he closed his eyes, a muffled sound was heard.

So, Gu Mochen had to open his eyes again, and the scene in his eyes made him sigh inexplicably.

There was no accident, what he saw was Jian Chen's unconscious figure lying on the ground.

Taking a deep breath, Gu Mochen slowly squatted down, stretched out his hands, which were also bloody and blurred, and gently pulled Jian Chen.

His movements were very light, as if he didn't want to wake Jian Chen up, and now at this time, for Jian Chen, maybe a good sleep was the best choice for him.

Slowly pulling him over, Gu Mochen's ten fingers trembled slightly, and he finally tried his best to stabilize it, and then he pointed out like electricity, and went to the blood-soaked blood hole on Jian Chen's arm one by one.

The blood slowly stops, and the wound will always have a good day.

But Gu Mochen knew that when Jian Chen met An An again, the wound in his heart was afraid that it would never heal again.

This is actually very unfair, Jian Chen has been trying his best to save An Botian from beginning to end, even at the cost of his own life, he can't save him, and it's good to die together.

An An may not blame him, but Gu Mochen knows deeply that with Jian Chen's already distorted thinking, he is afraid that he will definitely not be able to pass his level.

After going through a lot, An An has become the only and most important person in Jian Chen's life.

He can kill thousands of people in a fit of anger for the Luo family, but he can also let go of his blood feud for An An, which is enough to show that An An's weight in his heart is already more important than revenge.

But An Botian died, he died in front of Jian Chen, this is An An's father, for Jian Chen, An An is already his everything, he doesn't want and doesn't want An An to be hurt in the slightest.

Pretending to have amnesia and leaving An An that day, and now he would rather die together to save An Botian, this has become the only obsession in Jian Chen's heart.

So An Botian's death shattered his obsession.

Originally...... He still can't do anything!

Sleep, wake up, and everything will be fine.

Looking at Jian Chen's frowning brows even though he was unconscious, Gu Mochen couldn't help but let out another long sigh. (To be continued.) )