Liu Yinan stood on the roof, and there was an old man with one foot standing next to him, behind him was a bright moon.

This picture has a unique charm.

Liu Yinan looked at a house in the distance, just south of the clinic. The house was hidden in the darkness and there was nothing surprising.

However, the old man's eyes also looked in the direction of the room.

Liu Yinan turned around and saluted the old man and said respectfully: "Senior, I'll go back first."

The old man nodded with a smile.

Liu Yinan jumped gently on the roof and landed in the yard. He walked to his room slowly, moving slowly, and opened the door.

The old man looked at Liu Yinan going back to his room to rest, looked into the distance, sighed, and said to himself: "Even if it is bad, you have to give in."

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In the darkness.

Next to a house, there was a person leaning against a wall.

Looks extremely lazy.

"It's so late, I'm not honest. Where can I find tea when I'm not honest?"

It sounds like he feels guilty.

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In the hole.

There is an altar.

A man sat on the altar with a ferocious expression on his face, as if he was enduring great pain.

A circle of red light radiated around the altar, surrounding the altar, which reflected the man's hideous face, making him look particularly terrifying.

The man on the altar seemed to be practicing some martial arts, and his cross-sitting posture was a bit weird, not like the orthodox immortal cultivation method.

Moreover, the orthodox immortal cultivation method has a lasting vitality, a peaceful and solemn atmosphere, and a long breath, and will never be as ferocious as this person.

At this time, a man with a mask came next to the altar.

"I didn't expect that you had reached the innate realm after only a few days of practicing this technique. If you practice for a few more days, then you may not be your opponent."

The man sitting cross-legged on the altar opened his eyes and a red light flashed through his pupils, "Who is that person?"

His tone was filled with murderous intent.

The man wearing a mask was the one who claimed to be the Pavilion Master. He said, "Don't you know who that person is?"

The man sitting cross-legged on the altar held his hands and suddenly a circle of air waves spread out around him. When he touched the stones on the ground, the stones were shattered directly.

This is definitely not an ordinary innate master!

However, when the wave of air reached the masked man, it was like a breeze blowing on the stone without moving at all.

"Actually, you know who that person is, but you want to determine whether he is the murderer of your brother, or you don't think he can kill your brother, and want to know if he has any other helpers."

The man on the altar said, "Is that boy?"

"He has no help, he is indeed the one who killed your brother alone."

The man asked, "Where is he?"

The Pavilion Master said, “Do something for me.”

The man asked: "What's the matter?"

The Pavilion Master said: "Catch a person."

The man asked: "Who?"

The Pavilion Master said: "A strange man."

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The next morning.

He Yidao got up early.

Yan Wen also came to He Yidao's yard early and stayed in the yard for a long time.

He Yidao opened the door and saw Yan Wen turning around in the yard. He smiled and ran towards him, directly holding his arm.

"Xiaodao." Yan Wen smiled and shouted very kindly, "Are you here in Bianjing recently?"

He Yidao nodded without knowing why.

Yan Wen's smile became even more intense, "Then let's go to Bianjing City after breakfast!"

He Yidao is about the same height as Yan Wen, and is only a little taller than Yan Wen.

He Yidao touched his nose and nodded.

Yan Wen had a faint fragrance on his body, which was a little light and not strong, and was just right.

Very good smell.

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The streets of Bianjing are much more prosperous than those in small towns.

Because Bianjing is much larger than the small town on the edge of the mountain range.

After breakfast.

He Yidao was pulled out of Yan Wen to run outside Yan Mansion.

The two of them came to a place selling rouge and water powder. Yan Wen was very happy to see these things.

"Xiaodao, do you think this color looks good?" Yan Wen pointed to a color similar to peach red.

He Yidao nodded and asked, "Do you like it?"

Before Yan Wen could answer, a voice suddenly came from the crowd, "If Miss Yan likes it, I'll buy you all the rouge powder."

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

"Get out of here quickly!"

With shouts, a way out of the crowd came, and from that one came was a rich young man dressed in wealth.

This person is named Wang Jinhua. He looks pretty and is a handsome man, but there is a ray of yin energy between his eyebrows that cannot dissipate.

Bianjing is a political and cultural center in the secular world, with high-ranking officials and wealthy families gathering, and naturally there are many playboys.

The visitor smiled, "Miss Yan, do you know what else you like? As long as you want, I will buy it for you."

Yan Wen frowned, pulled He Yidao and prepared to leave.

"Hey hey, Miss Yan, don't leave!" As he said that, Wang Jinhua blocked the way Yan Wen left, "Is there nothing you like here?"

He looked at He Yidao next to Yan Wen again and asked with a smile: "Who is this little brother?"

The question was quite polite and polite.

But He Yidao frowned. He didn't like the person in front of him because this person reminded him of Tangshan.

Yan Wen looked at Wang Jinhua who was blocking the road and glared at him, "Wang Jinhua, get out of here!" As he said that, Yan Wen pulled his sleeves, looking like a little bully was about to hit someone.

Seeing this, Wang Jinhua's face, which was originally smiling, showed an embarrassing expression, "Miss Yan, don't get angry, I'll get out of here."

As he said that, he stood aside and said to his subordinates: "Let me open the way for Miss Yan!"

The crowd automatically avoided a path. Yan Wen snorted coldly, pulled He Yidao and left.

"Young Master..." The servant came to Wang Jinhua and was about to say something, but was interrupted.

Wang Jinhua stared at the two of them with a dirty face, and said to himself: "Who is that kid? I don't care who he is. And that Yan Wen, if she hadn't been a little pretty, I wouldn't pay attention to her at all... This girl is a bit powerful, but fortunately I found a helper..."

Wang Jinhua's face was filled with a smile that the conspiracy had succeeded.

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"Sister Wen." He Yidao called Yan Wen beside him, "Who was the person just now?"

Yan Wen disdained, "Tsk, just a defeated general."

He Yidao naturally knew that Yan Wen still had some skills in his hands. Although he was not high, there was no problem in defeating a big man. And the man named Wang Jinhua might have been stained with wine all year round, and his body had already become very empty. It was not easy for Yan Wen to repair him.

Moreover, judging from Wang Jinhua's reaction just now, it should have been repaired by Yan Wen.

"Sister Wen, have you practiced martial arts?" He Yidao asked suddenly.

Yan Wen thought about it and asked another question, "Do you know why I have a single name of 'wen'?"
Chapter completed!