My host is cold and scumbag

It might be a matter of time before Xuanwu was found by the princess's people, but no one thought that Xuanwu would condescend to hide in the cellar and eat sweet potatoes. If Zhao Xinyun didn't have a system, how could he find people so accurately?

Since they haven't found the person, they must still be looking for him. Going forward is the shortest way, and going backwards may not be easy either. Zhao Xinyun stopped his horse, and the two of them were speechless. Xuanwu said, "My sister is still trying to appease the people and suppress the situation. She can't be distracted by me now. I will deliver this evidence to her even if I die."

Zhao Xinyun felt that he had to go on the road ahead, but the question was how to go. Hearing that he had to cross a bridge, Zhao Xinyun hesitated for a moment.

Xuan Wu turned around and looked at the woman and said with a smile, "Qing Xu is still waiting for you at home, you can go back."

Zhao Xinyun looked at Xuanwu as if she was a fool. It would be better to let her jump directly into the Zhou River than to let her go now. Xuanwu looked at Zhao Xinyun's expression and immediately became angry: "Don't scold me."

Then he said seriously: "Qingxu is different from me. Qingxu only has you."

Zhao Xinyun shook his head: "He has a lot, including the Yu family, Ah Fu, and himself."

Xuan Wu punched Zhao Xinyun in the chest with great force: "You are always pretending to be stupid. You can't always be alone. You can still have many. Qingxu will give you everything."

Zhao Xinyun was puzzled: "So what?"

Xuan Wu frowned at the woman, and the woman also frowned, as if she was looking at a child who was making trouble for no reason. Xuan Wu's eyes were imprinted with Zhao Xinyun's face. His firm and complicated worries made Zhao Xinyun frown even tighter. Xuan Wu raised his hand and used his palm to comfort her brows: "You don't look good when you frown."

The woman narrowed her eyes at the movement.

"I mean, if you feel that nothing is interesting, you might as well try to get in touch with things that other people are interested in. Maybe you will always discover something different, right?" Xuan Wu's words became more and more weird. Zhao Xinyun became impatient and reached out to press him into his arms. He squeezed his legs against the horse's belly and was ready to move forward.

Xuanwu hugged Zhao Xinyun's neck, his head entangled in her neck, and whispered some inexplicable love words in her ear. He asked her to leave and then told her his heart in fragments. Sometimes Zhao Xinyun wondered how some people could talk so much.

She controlled the time so short, why are people so heartbroken about her?

Since they had already expected that someone would be lying in ambush on the road they had to take, they were mentally prepared when the shadow of the knife passed through Zhao Xinyun and the other two.

Hidden weapons and men in black came one after another. Xuan Wu stood stiffly, and tried to rip the thing in his arms open by Zhao Xinyun's collar and stuffed it in. Zhao Xinyun disliked Xuan Wu for affecting him, and grabbed his hand: "You are affecting my movements. Stop messing around."

Xuanwu had no choice but to keep calling Zhao Xinyu's name.

Sometimes he called her by her full name, sometimes he called her Ayun, just like a monk chanting a sutra. Zhao Xinyun slowed down his horse and said, "These are all your business. If you have already made sacrifices, don't hesitate for the rest of the way. So many people have paved the way for your life, don't always talk about giving up. If one person dies, ten can be saved; if a hundred die, ten thousand can be saved. You can decide for yourself."

Xuanwu cried so loudly. Zhao Xinyun held the man's neck and leaned over to avoid a hidden weapon.

"I was wrong. I overestimated my own abilities and insisted on being strong. But I really want to be with you openly and honestly." Xuanwu was defeated, and Zhao Xinyun's ears were buzzing with howling. Finally, she sighed: "The bridge is in front of you, just keep going forward, don't look back, leave the rest to me."

Finally, Zhao Xinyun lowered her head and whispered in Xuanwu's ear: "What you are doing now makes me feel more different than your loyalty to your feelings."

Xuan Wu was stunned. A low laugh exploded in his ears, the sound was small but deafening.

Zhao Xinyun grabbed Xuanwu's waist with both hands, lifted him up high, and turned him back to the front. Zhao Xinyun stuffed the reins into Xuanwu's hands and said, "Be careful of hidden weapons. I'm sending you here."

There were people to support the road ahead. She just came ahead and did not make any contribution. At best, Zhao Xinyu took advantage of them.

Zhao Xinyun pulled the right rein hard, the horse turned around, and the front hooves fell on the bridge. Zhao Xinyun fell off the horse, and Xuanwu felt a chill behind him. He reached out to grab it but failed. He couldn't help but turn around, tears blurring his vision, and he called the woman's name.

The woman only left her back, guarding the bridge, and the hidden weapon slid across his cheek. His heart was also torn to pieces.

The Zhou River roars loudly.

The reins in his hand tightened again and again, Xuan Wu cried loudly and sped up the horse. A hidden weapon penetrated his body. Blood spread out layer by layer on the man's back. It was like the mandala in hell, where you can see the flowers but not the leaves.

If the evidence reaches him and he is still alive, he will look for her for the rest of his life. If she is dead...

He cried and laughed. The sound echoed. He might blame himself, feel guilty, and suffer, but the "different" that woman said in his dreams at midnight would eventually become a shackle in his heart.

A white lie is not really a lie.

He will maintain his uniqueness throughout his life. If he meets her while alive, that will be his bargaining chip. If he meets her after death, that will be his badge.

No matter what the result is, he will have the confidence to raise his head and face her proudly when he sees her again.

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The system clicked its tongue a few times, lamenting Zhao Xinyu's ruthlessness.

Zhao Xinyun fell asleep again in the space. The system asked: "Do you still want the sword?"

Zhao Xinyun opened his eyes: "Yes?"

"Heaven gave it to you. Yu Qingxu spent nearly two years looking for it before he found it. I heard that the sword body was modified by Xuanwu." The system knew that Zhao Xinyu must have wanted it, so it accepted Heaven's kindness.

A completely black sword floated in front of her, and Zhao Xinyun raised her eyebrows. Is there something wrong with Xuanwu modifying her sword? ?

-I heard that Xuanwu felt that there was no murderous intent, and what was the use of just the tip of a sword to hurt people, so he changed it for you.

Zhao Xinyun held the hilt of the sword, which was wrapped in blue-black leather. The tip of the sword was a gentle arc, and as for the blade, Zhao Xinyun raised his eyebrows.

Xuan Wu disliked the lack of murderous intent in her drawings, but designing a sword in the shape of a cross was a bit hard to describe. The entire sword body was thin and long. Starting from the tip of the sword, it was like a cross key, with a unique four-blade design. The edge of the sword was glowing with a blue-gray halo under the light.

A bit ugly.

Zhao Xinyun thought so.

There was only a tassel made of red rope on the hilt, with a peace lock made of the same material hanging on it. She shook the sword, and the tassel swung.

She smiled.

"Thank them for me."

The system chuckled.

-I have told you. Where do you want to go next?

"It doesn't have to be ancient."