Xie Ling and Gu Yun couldn't wait to read the letter.

There were only a few large characters scribbled on the snow-white letter paper.

"Five kilometers outside the city."

The signature was a lifelike painting of a butterfly, with two small words next to it - "Seventeen".

Xie Ling frowned and recalled the memories of Shiqi from his mind.

Although Zang Qing's martial arts skills are not very high, ordinary people can't do anything to him, not to mention that he also knows formations.

Therefore, this seventeen must be the tenth seven in the Guangyao Palace.

Xie Ling said, "I know this person. He is the Tian Jue assassin of Guangyao Palace."

When Gu Wei heard the words "Tian Jue Killer", his mind went blank for a moment. He clenched his hands and crumpled the letter.

"They actually invited Guangyao Temple. It will be difficult for Master to fall into their hands. Tianjue assassins are always deadly, etc...."

Gu Wei discovered the blind spot and frowned even more tightly. "So, why didn't he just kill Master directly, but instead wrote a letter to inform us? This is not in line with his style."

Xie Ling vaguely felt that it had something to do with her.

But when I was in Tonghua City, I was in disguise and changed my name... No way?

While Xie Ling was thinking, her forehead was lightly tapped.

He raised his eyes and met Gu Weiqing's stern gaze.

Gu Wei came close to Xie Ling, staring at her with his beautiful peach blossom eyes, "A Ling, you said you knew him, it's not because of you, right?"

Xie Ling frowned slightly, "I don't know either, but I'll know in a minute."

"Oh——" Gu Wei drawled out the words.

Xie Ling punched him and said, "Stop joking. Saving Master is more important."

Gu Wei said seriously, "Yes."

The three of them rushed out of the city without stopping.

Five kilometers outside the city is a vast bamboo forest.

At this moment, there was no one in the bamboo forest. The wind blew, and the bamboo leaves rustled, and thousands of leaves fell to the ground.

Gu Yun raised his eyes and looked around: "No one is here, is this person trying to trick us?"

Gu Wei's eyes turned slightly cold, and he used his lightness skills to quickly look around the area within a radius of ten miles, but still did not find any human figure.

Xie Ling tried to open her mouth and called out, "Shiqi?"

The next moment, the bamboo trees above the three people's heads bent slightly, and in a flash, a thin figure fell to the ground.

He has very delicate eyebrows and eyes, red lips and white teeth, and he looks very young. The youthfulness from the inside out sways in the summer breeze along his high ponytail.

The three were shocked.

This man's martial arts skills are too high. He was able to hide his aura so well that they didn't notice it at all.

As soon as the boy landed, he looked straight at Xie Ling, "An Ning."

Xie Ling held his forehead with his hand.

She almost forgot the name An Ning.

I didn't expect it was really because of me?

But now was not the time to be confused, Xie Ling quickly asked: "Shiqi, where is my master, where did you take him?"

Shiqi tilted his head and said, "I'll tell you after you answer my question."

Xie Ling asked anxiously: "Is he safe?"

Shiqi nodded, "Absolutely safe."

Xie Ling: "Okay, ask."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Wei strode forward and came to her side, taking a protective posture.

Shi Qi didn't care and asked directly: "Why did you save me?"

Xie Ling was puzzled.

Shi Qi reminded him, "When we were in Tonghua City and the lava erupted, why did you save me despite the danger?"

Xie Ling recalled, and soon, the memory of that day came to her mind.

"Because we are companions. It is impossible for me to abandon my companions, even if it is only temporarily."

Shi Qi pursed his lips and clenched the scimitar in his hand, "Then why did you leave without saying goodbye?"

Xie Ling was helpless. "We just met by chance. Isn't this normal? We are not the same kind of people. You are a killer. We can't even be friends."

"Oh." Shiqi replied sullenly.

For three years, he has been wanting to find that person and ask these two questions.

He didn't know why he was looking for it or why he was asking.

There was a force in his heart that urged him to do this.

But what happens after asking?

What happens after you get the answer?

Shiqi thought that once he got the answer, he would feel relieved and would not be bothered by this problem anymore.

But at this moment, he felt even more depressed.

Even breathing was a little difficult.

"Shiqi, where is my master?"

Xie Ling asked.

Shi Qi came back to his senses and found that the petals and leaves of the silver lotus on his forehead seemed to have withered for some reason, and his expression looked depressed.

"You saved me, so I won't kill him. He's in a pavilion seven kilometers west of the city."

"Thanks."

After Xie Ling finished speaking, she naturally took Gu Wei's hand and left.

Shiqi held the scimitar and watched the three figures gradually disappear into the distance.

There are couples in the world.

Shiqi guessed that the man should be her husband.

They have a very good relationship and always hold hands when walking.

Suddenly, Xie Ling turned around.

Shiqi's heart skipped a beat, and there was a surprise in his eyes that he himself didn't even notice.

Xie Ling's voice came from afar, "Although we can't be friends, I hope we won't become enemies."

Shiqi nodded blankly and flew up.

The thin figure disappeared into the green bamboo forest in an instant.

He failed to complete the task and would definitely be punished when he returned to Guangyao Palace.

But Shiqi was not afraid at all, he just felt uncomfortable.

An inexplicable sour feeling suddenly gripped his chest, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

Even the eighteen levels of punishment in Guangyao Palace had never caused him such pain.

what is going on?

Did An Ning poison herself?

The young man stood in the vast bamboo forest, his handsome face full of confusion.

In an instant, the memories that had been lingering in his dreams for three years rushed to occupy his mind.

In the vast sea of ​​fire, he thought he was doomed to die.

A thin figure came towards him across the lava and grabbed his hand.

An Ning actually came back to save him.

Under the bright red firelight, the girl's makeup fell off, revealing a pretty face.

He had always been calm, but ripples suddenly appeared in his heart.

He had never been trusted or chosen.

A killer cannot have emotions, he is essentially just a weapon, an object.

As far as he can remember, he has kept to himself.

He doesn't trust anyone, he only trusts the knife in his hand.

And she came on fire, bringing the light of the whole world.

Carrying him on my back, I walked out of death step by step.

…

After a moment, the boy stepped on the fluttering bamboo leaves with his toes, and his figure gradually faded away.

From then on, there was nothing he wanted to do or anyone he wanted to find in this world.

He is still the cold-blooded and merciless killer.

A nightmare in the underworld, a fatal blow.