Because he found that Bai Si's face was as cold as ice, as if he had just been released from the grave, while Xu Xian beside him had already burst into tears.

He had always pretended to be an adult and finally let go of the burden he was carrying. Now he was crying like a child. His thin body looked weak and helpless, making people want to go up and pat him on the back to comfort him.

Prince Han didn't know what happened, and looked confused.

"Where's Xu Kun? Why didn't you see that little bastard?" Wang Zihan looked around in the hall, trying to find Xu Kun's shadow.

If it were normal, he would have already rushed over to Prince Han at a fast pace, and then said stupid things like Senior Brother Wang, you are awesome, and you will be lucky if you survive the catastrophe.

Bai Si glared at Wang Zihan fiercely, and a not sharp palm fell in front of him, but it also made Wang Zihan startled and hurriedly covered his mouth.

He wanted to fight back, but when he saw Bai Si staring at him, shaking his head slowly, with a pair of sharp pupils full of sadness, he seemed to understand, and his heart that was still floating in the sky suddenly went to

sink.

"Is he dead?" Wang Zihan asked cautiously and tentatively.

Bai Si didn't answer him, and his eyes slowly drifted away. Xu Xian squatted on the ground and twitched, with red eyes.

Prince Han was speechless. He didn't know whether to comfort Xu Xian or keep silent. He could only sigh softly. After returning, Nangong Quan had to ridicule him severely and wanted to peel off a layer of his skin. But those were all

It doesn't matter anymore. Watching your junior brother die in front of you, is there anything more uncomfortable than that?

"It's okay, senior brother." Xu Xian, who had been crying all the time, suddenly stopped his tears and choked with sobs, "Brother, he told me that everyone is destined to die. It may be heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather. I miss my brother.

It can be considered a worthy death.”

Prince Han was stunned. He didn't expect that he didn't need to comfort Xu Xian. Instead, he came to comfort him. The young man in front of him who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old was too precocious.

"Yes, his death is heavier than Mount Tai." Wang Zihan's bad words blurted out unconsciously, but Bai Si rolled his eyes in return.

Prince Han couldn't say anything, but he was thinking in his mind what was going on? But now was not the time to argue with him.

They must go back quickly and report this matter to the leader and master. People from Rakshasa Hall took action in Tiandu City. Although they don't know the purpose, this is definitely urgent news.

The Rakshasa Hall was originally a second-rate force, just a low-level cult organization, and could not get into the eyes of the Tianshan Sect.

However, in the past few decades, it has become stronger and stronger, and it has become enough to rank among the first-class sects, and can even compete with the four major sects.

But after all, it is a cult that cannot be seen on the surface, and has been hiding in the dark. By the time the various sects want to eradicate it completely, this mysterious Rakshasa Hall has disappeared in the world.

It didn't disappear, but no one found their hiding place anymore.

But when people have

When necessary, they will appear, encourage you, instigate you, and ask you to pay to kill people they hate, and those who are instigated will always make big mistakes due to impulse.

Therefore, countless people in the world have died at the hands of Rakshasa Hall. Countless sects want to completely destroy them but are unable to do anything. "Then how should you explain to your parents after you go back?" Bai Si thought for a while before speaking.

, although he knew it was not a good thing to ask at this moment.

Most immortal cultivators ask for a break, because their lifespans will be very long, and relatives will always pass away. Therefore, Xu Kun's death is only a short-term pain for Xu Xian, but what about their parents?

Their parents are now in their fifties. For an ordinary person, it is not easy to live to sixty years old. Now white people have to give away black people.

"I told them that my brother is very smart. He was accepted as a closed disciple by his master. He has to go into seclusion and teach him everything he has. He may not come back for twenty years." Xu Xian grinned. He wanted to smile but it was too much.

He managed to force out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Yes, actually your brother is the smartest among us." Bai Si nodded, and for the first time he sincerely admired Xu Kun.

If it weren't for Xu Kun, the three of them might really have to stay in the Four Butterflies Dance forever.

By then, their parents will only be even more sad.

Prince Han didn't know what happened in the formation. He thought that Bai Si was speaking without conscience, and his face turned dark. He thought in his heart that Xu Kun, that dull guy, didn't look smart at all!

"Brother, let's go! Our mission is not completed yet!" Xu Xian stood up from the ground, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and regained his determination.

Although he has not been able to get over the sadness of his brother's death, he is a disciple of the Tianshan Sect, how could he be so fragile.

"Okay!" Bai Si nodded, with a gentle smile on his lips, as if he was very pleased with Xu Xian's performance.

"Look!" Just as they were about to go out together, Wang Zihan suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed to the sky.

They raised their heads at the same time and saw an icy blue butterfly dancing in the air with a faint light.

For a moment, Bai Si thought it was a butterfly flying out of the illusion, and he nervously wanted to pull out the sword from his waist, but when he took a closer look, he realized that the butterfly was different from the fat and ferocious butterfly in the illusion.

It is so beautiful that every time it flaps its wings, people can't take their eyes off it.

It soared and hovered in front of the three people, seeming to show off its graceful appearance. Finally, it jumped lightly, flew higher and higher, and disappeared into the endless darkness.

"It's brother, it's brother." Xu Xian suddenly shouted excitedly.

"He wanted to tell me that he had turned into a butterfly and that he was living a good life so that I didn't have to worry about him!" Xu Xian didn't even realize it, but he said four things about him in one sentence.

Prince Han and Bai Si were still wondering why the butterfly appeared here inexplicably and was so bold. After hearing what Xu Xian said, they didn't believe it.

He also smiled and nodded.

"My brother has always said that he wants to become an immortal, and then fly freely in the sky, and can go wherever he wants. Although he has not been able to become an immortal, he has finally fulfilled his dream." Xu Xian's face finally showed.

He smiled from the bottom of his heart and smiled happily.

As expected of a brother, even if he turns into a butterfly, I can still communicate with him.

When Prince Han and Bai Si Xuxian walked out of the gate of Bai's gambling house, they happened to bump into Bai Qingdong and Wang Tong.

The outside of the house was devastated, with broken walls, broken bricks and tiles everywhere, and black feathers and green blood stains all over the floor, as if someone had just slaughtered chickens here.

Bai Qingdong and Wang Tong were directing Bai Shimin's servants to clean the scene.

When he saw the three princes and Han, Bai Qingdong was also stunned for a moment. He obviously didn't expect that there was such a big commotion outside and that there were actually guests in the gambling house.

"Who are the three?" Bai Qingdong asked tentatively.

"Hello, we are disciples of the Tianshan Sect. I am Prince Han, the eldest disciple of the Third Elder." Prince Han announced his family name and bowed to Bai Qingdong.

Although he didn't know Bai Qingdong, he could tell from his dress and behavior that the old man in front of him was of extraordinary status as he had grown up in the mortal world.

"Master, this is the disciple of the Tianshan Sect who came with the prince as I told you before." Wang Tong reported respectfully.

"This is Bai Qingdong, the owner of Bai's Gambling House." He turned to Prince Han and said.

"It turns out to be Uncle Bai, whom I have admired for a long time." Prince Han immediately changed his expression, looking a little flattering, "I often heard my father mention you, saying that you are always strong, bsp; "Your father?" Bai Qingdong frowned slightly.

Frowning, he couldn't imagine whose child this particularly average-looking man in front of him was.

"My father is Wang Zhenyuan from Liuzhou City! I remember you hugged me more than twenty years ago!" Prince Han looked excited, because Bai Qingdong was the object of his admiration since childhood, but these words came out of his mouth

It doesn't really taste like it.

How old was he then? How could he possibly know that Bai Qingdong had hugged him?

Bai Qingdong was obviously frightened by Wang Zihan's reaction. He was stunned for a while and did not speak. He tilted his head and thought for a long time.

"You are Wang Mingqing's grandson, right? I remembered that you were only a little bit old when I hugged you more than twenty years ago." Bai Qingdong was really old, and it took him a while to remember, because he

There has been no contact with the Wang family for twenty years, not to mention that Wang Zhenyuan only became the head of the family in the past ten years, so Bai Qingdong did not have a deep impression of him.

In the past twenty years, he has almost always stayed in Tiandu City, rarely going out, and tried his best to maintain the status of Bai's Gambling House in Tiandu City.

In terms of credit, even Bai Qianjia may not be able to compare with Bai Qingdong.

"Yes, yes, my father is Wang Mingqing!" Wang Zihan nodded repeatedly. Suddenly he seemed to realize what he had missed and turned to look at Bai Si and Xu Xian.

because of this

He has carefully protected this secret of his for so many years, and even Nangong Quan doesn't know about it.

But today, not only was he exposed in front of Liu Shuangji, but he also accidentally let it slip in front of his junior brother.

However, Bai Si and Xu Xian remained expressionless, and they were not gossips, so Prince Han didn't care.

"You came here today just to see me, right?" Since we are the descendants of an old friend, there is no need to be restrained. Bai Qingdong stroked his white beard and smiled.

Prince Han looked embarrassed, "Uncle Bai, we are here to find someone today, but we are not here to find you. Has Uncle Hua Pavilion Master of Yanliu Pavilion seen him?"

"Hua Qinglou?" Bai Qingdong suddenly opened his eyes wide. It was obvious that he was thinking wrongly.

"Yes, yes, no, no, no, uncle, it's not what you think!" Prince Han didn't know whether to nod or shake his head for a moment, jumping up and down like a monkey.

Bai Si and Xu Xian suddenly felt embarrassed to be with him, so they both lowered their heads.

"Where is the person from Huaqinglou? I didn't seem to see her just now." Bai Qingdong asked Wang Tong beside him.

"Fangzhu, Hua Pavilion Master went back halfway through the auction, and she brought one person with her on this trip." Wang Tong said.

"We're back!" Prince Han was greatly disappointed. It was a coincidence that Hua Qinglou was not there when they went to Yanliu Pavilion. When they arrived at Bai's Gambling House, they missed her again.

"It doesn't matter, you can just go to her house to find her." Bai Qingdong smiled slightly and just waved his hand. Someone immediately handed over a map. Every street and alley in Tiandu City had its landmarks marked on it.

Clearly, including Li Kee Knife Shop.

"Thank you so much, Uncle Dong, thank you so much." Wang Zihan looked at the detailed map in his hand and shouted happily, but he suddenly felt that he had forgotten something.
Chapter completed!