My old enemy always likes to pull my furry ears

They didn't go on.

Jun An was very urgent, he said to Xue Huan: "Something may have happened to my father, but I don't know where he is now."

Ah Hai, who was lying at his feet, could not be ignored. Jun An was so upset that he squatted down and pinched his arm and asked, "Where are my father and my sister? What happened?" What the hell did you do to them?"

Ah Hai's severed hand was terrible, and it was unacceptable for a piece of his body to fall in front of his eyes. Just a quarter of an hour ago, he was a complete person.

Xue Huan slightly bent down and pressed Jun An's shoulder, comforting him, "Don't worry."

Then he looked at the man on the left who said "Your Highness", "May I ask your surname?"

There is an elusive sadness in Kou Qian's eyes. To use an inappropriate metaphor, it is the feeling of seeing a ghost. What is the feeling of seeing a ghost? It's like an old friend who has passed away for a long time suddenly stands on your side. in front of.

Of course, Xue Huan didn't know whether he was looking at himself or who he was looking at.

"My name... Kou Qian." After saying his name, Kou Qian endured it, his eyes drifted to He Fanxun's face, and stayed there for a moment, as if he wanted to see some strange expression on his face, but it's a pity , he was a little disappointed, He Fanxun's eyes were as flat as ever, without any agitation.

The same is true for Xue Huan. When he heard the name Kou Qian for the first time, he only thought it was weird and rare, and he had no other superfluous thoughts.

"Brother," Xue Huan thought about it and said, "What is your relationship with the Chaoqiu Jun clan?"

The Chaoqiu incident has become a big issue. Whenever people mention Chaoqiu now, their first impression will be that it is connected with demons and evil spirits, and the inside is impure. Because the head of the sect is in collusion with the demons, this fairy gate is no longer a clean boiled water.

The reason why Xue Huan asked this question was that he was judging people by their appearance, because Kou Qian had an evil face at first glance, which was not very decent.

"I..." Kou Qian couldn't confess his relationship with Chaoqiu. It was only that day that he knew that all the things happened because of him, but it's too late to say anything now, and he can't go back to the past with repentance.Kou Qian also couldn't cry and yell in front of everyone, showing how heartbroken he was.

Going back to the source, if one of Chaoqiu's disciples hadn't been rescued on the cliff, the subsequent series of things would not have happened.

But, is it necessary to consider the final result as the premise of all choices in life step by step?

Kou Qian said, "They surrounded Chaoqiu. When I came back, Mr. Jun was gone."

Except for Jun Zhining, everyone in Chaoqiu disappeared, and Kou Qian went out every time, and the sky changed.

Jun An was a little bit broken, he couldn't help but connect the "Mr. Jun" that Kou Qian said with his father Jun Zhining. In the entire Dazhuangyuan with the surname Jun, who else would be the so-called Mr. Jun.

I already had that premonition in my heart, and I almost squeezed it in my throat, ready to go, but Jun An still resisted the choking feeling, and asked: "Is it my father, is it Jun, Jun Zhining?"

Kou Qian was silent, and then said: "It should be... everyone is dead." He couldn't bear it, but he couldn't deceive anyone. How could this group of people who broke into Chaoqiu openly claim this place as their own? Let the original owner be safe and sound?

He could think of the worst ending, which is also the last possible outcome, that is, no one survived.

"How is it possible..." Kou Qian's silent attitude aroused the fear that Jun An was least willing to admit and face, asking him to accept the fact that his whole family was killed at this moment?It was like he was dreaming, but he was away from home for a few months, and when he came back, his home was gone.

Even half a month ago, he was still exchanging letters with his sister, exchanging pleasant words, and agreed to go to a delicious noodle shop on Chaoqiu Street together when he got home, and he wanted the hottest fine noodles.

Now Jun An is standing in his home, the color of the sky above his head has never changed, it is as clear and blue as ever, and the surrounding plants and trees are still exactly the same as when he left home, but now there are a few strangers standing in front of him.

He has never been afraid of life, but he will shiver like falling into an ice cellar.

Jun An was speechless, as if there was a jack in his throat.

Xue Huan knew that he was suffering, and words of comfort were nothing more than innocuous words. Anyone would say that, but the point was that it was useless and could not relieve the slightest pain.

"Your Excellency said that everyone in Chaoqiu Jun's clan died. Why do you say that? After all, Chaoqiu Xianmen said that everyone was killed, so how to deal with the result?"

The implication is that Xue Huan did not point it out directly. To put it bluntly, the corpses piled up into mountains after death. , making Chaoqiu, which was originally bustling and prosperous, suddenly feel so empty.

He felt that killing everyone was a stupid way, because there were more things to deal with after death, which itself was unreasonable.

Kou Qian shook his head, since Chaoqiu was besieged, he has been wandering around here, these people are not too guarded, and they took advantage of the loopholes to go in and couldn't find a place to hide.

So he guessed that Mr. Jun and everyone else might have been killed.

Kou Qian shook his head, the gray eyes were stained with sadness, and his tone was a little low.

"I don't know, Your Highness Xue Huan."

Xue Huan's eyelashes twitched again when he said "Your Highness", and he almost asked him why he called him Your Highness on the spot.

But Jun'an's matter was more urgent, and he didn't pursue Kou Qian's title too much.

Kou Qian turned his gaze to He Wangxun, deeply, wishing to pull out his eyeballs and put them on him to filter them, before flying away.

Wei Qing saw the "eyes and eyebrows" between them quite clearly, and poked He Wangxun with his elbow.

"What's the situation, you know him?"

How did He Wangxun know, and denied it, saying: "I haven't seen it, but—" He wanted to say that he was a little flustered, but turned around and said: "It's nothing, I don't have any friends."

Xue Huan went to meet Li Shangnian, the elder of the legendary Daozhuang Jindan. This old man, who is not yet young, speaks mysteriously, full of ancient people's words, and it is difficult to understand the words and sentences.

Xue Huan is not the kind of person who pays attention to words and listens to other people's words. Once other people's words have the possibility of pretending, his spiritual consciousness will travel all over the world.

After finally escaping from a room filled with adroit philosophy, Xue Huan paid attention and decided to look for the place where they might be imprisoning the "demon".

These people must not be able to see the light, and if they don't have time to deal with them, they will be thrown aside.

For a large family that has been inherited by Chaoqiu for several generations, there must be a place similar to a prison cell, or a place where disciples make mistakes and think about their mistakes.

He hopped up and down in the corner of Chaoqiu, and found a small house without much effort. From the outside, there was only one square window and three iron pillars, which was very depressing.

Xue Huan leaned over and happened to hear someone talking inside. At the beginning, it was a conversation between two people, and then a few noises were added, muttering and complaining.

Listening to the corner of the wall is not a bright act at all, Xue Huan stuck to the side, didn't want to listen too much, but understood something in a few sentences.

It's nothing more than "when can I get out", "why keep me here", and "I want to go home", and so on.

Hearing Xue Huan's headache, hearing the tone of these people, how could he be the kind of devil who turned the world upside down and made people frightened by the news.

Either life is difficult and hard, and they can only find some crooked jobs. Unexpectedly, they happen to catch up with this "good day", and they are caught in the net with a dull eye.

With Xue Huan's mind moving, he raised his hand and rang a spiritual spell that landed on the door lock. The door opened in response to the sound, and there was a sudden silence in the door.

Xue Huan saw clearly the hapless people who were stunned inside, and unlocked the locks on their cell doors one by one, and said, "What are you doing in a daze, don't you want to go home?"

Someone stood up hesitantly: "Can you go out?"

Xue Huan: "Hmm."

His sound was like thunder of forgiveness, and the people in the cell stood up one after another, and rushed out, chirping like birds just out of the cage.

The last one to come out was an old man. He bent slightly and walked in front of Xue Huan. Neither of them looked up.

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On the other side, Wei Qing was attracted by a rabbit, and in a blink of an eye, he separated from He Wangxun.

He turned around in a daze for a while, and muttered, "Where's the person?"