Inside the secret room.

Yan Huailiu lay there, supporting his chin with one hand and poking around with a small wooden stick in the other.

"Very good, this description is very detailed, but is the technique mentioned here true or false?"

He commented seriously.

The leftover fruit cores piled up into a small hill nearby.

He had almost finished reading such a thick book of unofficial history. As he was reading, he began to yawn and fell asleep soon.

Outside his original residence, the three of them stared at each other.

Murong Xuanlang pretended to be calm: "Hello, senior. I just have something to discuss with Sect Master Yan, but he seems to be resting and hasn't summoned me in yet."

"Oh? Really?"

Baili Changhuan didn't ask any more questions and quickly looked away.

I guessed in my heart that Yan Huailiu was deliberately trying to make trouble for Qiao in order to suppress the momentum of Xuanyue Palace.

Tsk, that seems like something he could do.

"He's probably awake by now. If you really need something, come with me."

Baili Changhuan walked towards the house.

"Thank you, senior."

Murong Xuanlang was about to catch up when his wrist was grabbed tightly.

He turned around and saw Gu Xingyun frowning and mouthing a warning: "Go."

Murong Xuanlang pulled him away with force, and then walked forward with firm steps.

Gu Xingyun's expression suddenly became less attractive. He was thinking about how to change the subject in front of his master so as not to give Murong Xuanlang a chance to speak.

There were several knocks on the door, but no one responded.

Baili Changhuan sneered and pushed the door open.

The room was empty, without a single person in sight.

"Where are the people?"

Baili Changhuan subconsciously turned around and asked Gu Xingyun: "Where did he go?"

Gu Xingyun carried the food box: "Master never tells us where he is."

Baili Changhuan was silent.

The words I had been preparing all this time didn't come to fruition. I don't know whether I felt more disappointed or angry.

He no longer had the heart to wait any longer and waved his sleeves: "Forget it, I'm going back to rest."

"Take care, little master."

Gu Xingyun respectfully watched him leave.

When the people walked away, he immediately retracted his expression and said, "Come out."

Murong Xuanlang glanced at him, stepped out of the room, and watched him close the door before speaking: "Is this how you usually act in the Yuxu Sect?"

Gu Xingyun looked at him coldly and strode out.

Murong Xuanlang followed up decisively: "I thought you would always be the one who would accept being beaten or scolded. I didn't expect that after so many years, you have also learned to act."

Gu Xingyun did not answer.

Murong Xuanlang breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, this is also a way to save your life. Your junior uncle looks..."

The food box was carefully placed on a bench nearby, but Murong Xuanlang himself was held by the collar and pressed against a pillar by Gu Xingyun.

"Young Palace Master, have I ever told you to stay away from me?"

"Cough, cough, cough."

The fist pressed against my neck, causing uncomfortable pressure.

But Murong Xuanlang's expression was relaxed: "You are still willing to face me with your true self, which means that we are still friends."

Gu Xingyun suddenly laughed out loud: "Friends? The Young Palace Master really loves to joke around."

"Xingyun..."

"Tell me, what do you want to do? If Master is in the room today, what are you going to say to him?"

Gu Xingyun exerted a little more force in his movements and moved closer.

Murong Xuanlang's eyes flickered, and he turned his face away: "I just want to talk to Sect Master Yan and ask him to stop treating you like that in the future."

"Let's talk? Murong Xuanlang, who do you think you are? Who do you think he is?"

Gu Xingyun's voice was hoarse. "How well do you know us? How dare you say such things? Do you think you are so brave and loyal? That you can directly challenge the authority of the number one in the cultivation world for the sake of your so-called friends?"

Murong Xuanlang turned around and looked at him in disbelief.

Gu Xingyun had no idea how hurtful his words were.

"Should I kneel down and kowtow to you? Thank you for helping me escape from the sea of ​​suffering and enter reincarnation as soon as possible?"

He ripped open his collar fiercely, revealing a scar so deep that the bone was visible, extending from his collarbone down to his body. It looked extremely terrifying against his almost pale skin.

Murong Xuanlang stretched out his trembling hand to touch it.

Gu Xingyun dodged with a sneer: "Oh, if your plan succeeds today and you can successfully talk to my master, believe it or not, tomorrow morning, oh no, in the middle of the night, those vultures will devour my corpse completely."

"Young Palace Master, how impatient are you to see that scene?"

Murong Xuanlang's face turned pale: "I, I didn't, I wasn't, I just, I, I just wanted you to have a better life."

He stammered out his explanation.

Gu Xingyun loosened his collar, a smile that didn't reach his eyes: "I'm living a good life, as long as you don't disturb my peaceful life."

He straightened his clothes, turned around and prepared to leave with the lunch box.

He didn't know where his master had gone, so the food had to be kept hot. If he came back too late, he would have to prepare something else.

The arm was pulled.

There were some bruises on Murong Xuanlang's neck, but he didn't care and explained anxiously.

"Xingyun, I really didn't mean it. I didn't think too much about it. I was just impulsive."

"My life is too rotten to bear the consequences of Palace Master Murong's impulsive behavior."

Gu Xingyun's tone was very cold.

"Don't be like this. I'm sorry. I was wrong. I will never act on my own again. As long as you forgive me, I will do anything you ask me to do."

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