my villain is too cute

Chapter 745 The Master of No Thought (51)

Han Jin was silent for a long time before he opened his mouth, "Yannantang in Qiushan, Gejia in Lucheng, Baishi in Qiyuan, Qishengmen in Changjing..."

The series behind are all well-known sects in the rivers and lakes.

Chivalrous men with good reputation and awe-inspiring righteousness are synonymous with them.

Nianzhu closed his eyes and buried his face in the clothes on Hanji's chest. After a long time, he said, "Such a person shouldn't be alive, right?"

Han Jin put his hand on the back of his head and stroked it lightly, "Yes."

round and round:……

Tuantuan in the space sighed, feeling helpless, but didn't say anything.

I'm afraid this woman has lost her mind.
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The winter snow melts and sparks fly.

In the mansion where blood flowed like rivers, there were dead bodies on the ground.

Their faces were expressions of fear before death, empty eyes, and dilated pupils, which made people shudder and despair.

The flames spread along the clothes on the corpses. If nothing else, all the corpses would be burned clean.

However, the snow melted fast enough, and the mansion should be preserved, but only the wreckage remained.

"Mother!"

Xiaotuanzi in a white coat was full of tears, struggling to go to the corpse.

Behind him, the young man in white put his arms around his waist and led him back to the path behind him.

"Nianzhu!" The boy in white covered Nianzhu's mouth with one hand, "Nianzhu, good boy, we can't talk now, otherwise the bad guys will come back."

"Well……"

Nianzhu struggled, looking at his mother's eyes began to blur.

Gradually, it disappeared.

Nan Jing looked at Wu Shanyu's body on the ground in the distance, tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes.

He bit his lower lip tightly to keep himself from making a sound.

At dinner, Aunt Shan also told him that he was thin and asked him to eat more. In just an hour, a living person became a cold corpse.

After that, there will never be such a person in the world again.

Nan Jing pursed his lips, tears kept rolling down the corners of his eyes.

He became ruthless, suppressed his fear and guilt, turned around and walked along the path holding Nianzhu who was struggling constantly.

Walk along the path to the end, and turn again, which is the ancestral hall of Nianjia.

Nan Jing put Nian Zhu down, still covering his mouth with his hand.

He put his other hand close to his lips and gave a 'hush', "Don't talk about Nianzhu, brother will let you go, okay?"

Xiaotuanzi's eyes were a little dazed, as if frightened, he nodded.

Nan Jing let go, seeing that he was silent, turned around to close the door of the ancestral hall, and then walked towards the candlestick.

It's very hidden here, the exercises are in Uncle Nian's study, those people won't find it here.

Nan Jing thought to himself, but didn't pay attention to what fell out of his sleeve.

The candles gave off a faint yellow light, covering every object in the ancestral hall with a hazy tulle.

A notebook was lying on the ground alone, with the blue paper on the cover of an ordinary notebook.

Nianzhu stared blankly, he didn't know what drove him, or he subconsciously understood the fearful eyes of his mother looking behind him.

He moved slowly, reached out and picked up the notebook.

Open the cover, there are jerky and immature ink blots.

Nianzhu looked at these words and blinked slightly.

He knew these words, and his mother asked him to recite them since he was a child.

"Nian Zhu!"

Lighting up candles at the South Point, when he turned his head, he saw Xiaotuanzi looking down at a blue book.

He looked at Nianzhu with red eyes, and felt pain in his heart, but he made a secret decision.

Inside that book is the Nianjia exercise copied by Nanjing.

Nianzhu raised his head, staring at him with a pair of dark eyes.

Looking at Nian Zhu, Nan Jing felt inexplicably that he knew everything and what he did.

Nan Jing came to Nian Zhu and knelt down, putting his hands on his shoulders.

(End of this chapter)