"Since the gentleman said in person that he wanted to get that person into the game, then let him in." Suddenly, a male voice came from outside the door, sounding quite weak and half-dead.

"Who?" Yu Jing immediately became a little alert when he heard this strange voice.

"It's okay." Mo Wendong raised his hand slightly and pressed down his true energy.

"It's just a waste of my good show of inviting you to get into the trap." The owner of the voice had already arrived in the courtyard.

It was a man sitting in a wheelchair with deep eyes and a haggard face. The one who helped him push the wheelchair was a beautiful woman. Because she was holding a black umbrella, she couldn't see the true appearance below.

But it gives people the feeling that as long as she moves the umbrella away, she should have a beautiful face.

"It seems that not only that person, but even the distinguished guest has arrived in person." Mo Wendong looked at the man.

"Is it him the distinguished guest that Master said just now?" Yu Jing was stunned.

"I entered rashly without invitation, but I was disturbing?" The man smiled slightly, "Mr. Mo."

Mo Wendong shook his head, "I haven't seen you for more than 20 years. At that time, you were in the palace because you were weak and sick, and you were just a child."

"But now I am the young master of the lonely boat." A trace of sinister flashed in the man's extremely sleepy eyes, "I know everything from heaven to earth. Even if others don't approve me, I will force them to death. I will hear them calling me as the young master and kill them again!"

The tone was crazy, and Yujing and Lan Chuyi felt a chill in his heart for no reason.

"Young Master Gu Zhou?" Mo Wendong smiled meaningfully.

"Why do you laugh?" The man's tone suddenly became a little sharp.

"Gu Jiwu, you should have your own name." Mo Wendong sighed, "The word "Lone Boat" is still someone else's after all."

"My own name?"

"In the midst of dying, I turned against you. Since you want to be called a young master, why not call him a young master?" Mo Wendong said quietly.

Dreaming platform.

The sun is so vicious.

All flowers burn.

"My life?" Gu Jingyao looked at his relatives standing like puppets in front of him, and his relatives were also looking at him. His expressionless feeling shocked him.

"Who are you?" Gu Jingyao finally stopped believing in this evil, turned his head and looked at the man in white.

"Me?" The man in white smiled faintly, "The guest is forgetful, didn't I say it just now, I'm you."

"Pretending to be a ghost." Gu Jingyao pulled out his palm from the white-clothed man's body, then waved his right fist. The crossbow on his right fist instantly turned into a hand blade, tangenting towards the white-clothed man.

The man in white still did not avoid it.

He broke his throat silently.

"If you hadn't been to this place back then, I am now you, a scholar in white who is determined to be fame." The man in white said with a hatred: "But you are still here after all."

The surrounding scenery suddenly changed, and the people in white and their relatives disappeared, and the elegant and noble restaurant became ruins after a few blinks.

Beneath the flowers that were unable to shed, were corpses.

Gu Jingyao was shocked, "This place is!"

He remembers it here.

Even if it turned into ashes, he still remembered it.

Because when Hanshan Temple was transformed by the old monk, he returned to this strange place more than once in his consciousness. He didn't even know why he came here, but he felt suffocating despair in this place again and again.

Luoyang, Fenfang Pavilion.

It was the sect that was destroyed by him three years ago and slaughtered all over the sect.

Soon, the withered flowers looked like they had signs of resurrection and came back to life. The ruins around them began to accumulate themselves and gradually became complete. What was even more shocking was that the bones on the ground had flesh and blood out of thin air, and in an instant they turned into a stranger.

But Gu Jingyao's eyes passed through the crowd in front of him and looked at the door.

He is also a man in white who looks a little similar to himself, but he is not exactly like him. He has a little bit of ambiguous face and is a little shorter than himself.

But he was murderous and a scattered ghost aura was entangled around him.

And the next moment, the man in white rushed towards him!

The rain fell on this city that was originally noisy and bustling, bringing it a rare tranquility.

But the faint fragrance of flowers is still in the rain, filling the whole city.

But the white clothes and the spring rain with the fragrance of flowers have an indescribable romantic feeling.

"Looking at the flowers on the east road, I alarmed Luoyang people." The young man in white insisted on folding his fan, scattered the fragrance of flowers, and suddenly thought.

The fair-looking woman with red eyes next to him smiled, "Why did she suddenly start to recite poems?"

"When I was a child, I heard this poem left by the poet's immortal, and I felt that this poem was written specifically for me. When I think about it, I feel it is not."

“Why?”

"This poem says that Bai Yulang sat in a carriage because he didn't want to alarm the world. However, when he lifted the curtain to appreciate the flowers, the tourists who watched the flowers in Luoyang looked at him. It was extremely proud of the spring breeze." The young man in white smiled slightly, "And I am different. This time I took the initiative to come to Luoyang City. Since I came, I would not have any concerns, and I would also have to leave my own moonlight with my body full of love."

"And then, do you tell the women in the city like Lin'an back then?" the woman in Hongtong asked him.

"How can this work?"

The woman was delighted, but before she could wait for her to be delighted, she was denoted by the following sentence.

"Since it is the moonlight, it should be appreciated by the people of the city." The young man in white closed his eyes, as if he was about to be intoxicated by himself.

The woman with red eyes frowned, "You are indeed..."

"Then take advantage of the moonlight to tell the people all over the city that you are my wife." The young man in white suddenly opened his eyes and smiled at her, "This is the imperial city. Telling the whole city is equivalent to telling the world."

The woman with red eyes turned slightly red and then smiled.

"Can you still have a good meal?" A man next to him slapped the table, and the bowls and chopsticks on the table trembled. The waiter hurriedly ran over, "Don't be angry, please calm down!"

"Then let's have a meal." The young man in white stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a chicken leg, and threw it to the puppy who had been listening to him at the table for a long time. "You are more patient."

The puppy was holding the chicken legs in his mouth and began to sway his tail. The woman with red eyes looked at the puppy with a smile on her face, but suddenly noticed something abnormal and hurriedly pushed the young man in white with her hands.

The young man in white just took a sip of wine and was choked, "So what's wrong? I still want to hear me say these love words? Please, this is hard to come up with. Please let me think about it for a few more days."

"There is something on this puppy's neck."

The young man in white turned his head and almost grabbed the wine glass in his hand.

It's a bell.

A bell made of paper.
Chapter completed!