At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The old man was very happy.

[Brother, I am still healthy. I have helped the monk to rule the territory. Now I am traveling with friends. The weather has turned cold. Take care of yourself! ]

After reading the letter, Sikong Qianluo pouted and looked at Xiao Se who was standing on the top of the temple: "I thought it was something, isn't it just an ordinary letter? Why is it so mysterious?"

She really didn't understand, just these few lines.

Xiao Se just read it for a long time and smiled foolishly at the paper letter.

Xiao Se shook his head, a breeze blew, gently lifted the black hair at his temples, and looked up.

"You don't understand. This is not an ordinary letter, but a longing."

Now, except for Ruolin, there is no one else who still contacts his relatives and friends.

...

Outside the domain, the moon is bright in the sky and the ground is mellow.

April is a beautiful month on earth, but here the plum blossoms are in full bloom, and the fragrance of flowers and wine is floating everywhere.

In the small pavilion under the plum tree, there are two young men sitting.

One is handsome, as untouchable as the bright moon in the sky, but he has no hair.

The other is dressed in white, with white silk like a waterfall hanging down to his waist, like a banished immortal from heaven.

The two sat opposite each other, both dressed in white, but it was hard to hide their extraordinary temperament.

The white-haired boy lowered his head, holding a white porcelain wine glass in his hand.

He took a sip of wine and said in a clear voice: "Monk, I have finished speaking, it's your turn to express your opinion."

The white-haired boy shook the white porcelain, his eyes dim: "No matter what the result is, it will not hurt our friendship. I just hope you can keep this matter to yourself and don't tell anyone."

"Even if it's my royal brother!"

Snowflakes were falling, the bald boy took a sip of the mellow wine and sighed.

After listening to Xiao Ruolin's words, even Wu Xin, who was always known for his calmness, couldn't help but stir up waves in his heart.

"Before, on the way to the Great Fenyin Temple, I vaguely guessed your identity. Now that I heard it in person, it's also shocking." Wu Xin sighed.

He raised his head and looked at the white-haired boy in front of him. His face was still childish, but the frost on his face told the story.

"Do you really want to do this?" Wuxin faced Xiao Ruolin directly, his tone extremely serious: "I have heard about your deeds in Hanshui Temple, and I have to admit that you are more nonsense than Xiao Se."

Xiao Ruolin threw away the white robe behind him, his face was like a peach blossom, and he smiled indifferently: "As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, who will? To create the prosperity of Beili, I, Xiao Ruolin, will compose this first movement."

In the past, he just wanted to live a good life and enjoy the blessing of the moment.

But now it is different. Why did the Demon Cult's Eastern Expedition and the King of Langya happen? In fact, all the reasons are because of the so-called "guests" in Beili!

"Guests" who cannot be moved, killed, broken, or copied!

But why should the peaceful and prosperous world be written with the blood of innocent people?

Wuxin looked at Xiao Ruolin's smile, and for some reason suddenly remembered that the man would also smile indifferently.

However, at this moment, Wuxin's smile was bitter.

"Won't you regret it?" Wuxin asked.

While questioning Xiao Ruolin, he was also questioning himself, and perhaps also questioning the person who was no longer there.

"Regret..." Xiao Ruolin murmured in a low voice.

If he said he didn't regret it, it would be a lie. How could he not want to nestle in the warm embrace of his mother?

Every day, he was either acting like a spoiled child or living a life of food and clothing?

But if he still fantasized about such a comfortable life like when he was a child, the people around him would only leave one by one.

Alas~

Wuxin sighed, his expression was extremely complicated: "I will help you, and then Tianwaitian will choose to stand behind you, just as you stood in front of me to help me calm the chaos outside the domain."

"This is what I owe you, and it is also what Tianwaitian owes you..."

Now, the outside world has been unified, and all kinds of large and small separatist forces have disappeared and merged into Tianwaitian.

Without Xiao Ruolin's help, Wuxin still has the confidence to unify the outside world, it's just a matter of time.

Xiao Ruolin smiled and asked jokingly, "Are you sure you won't betray my brother?"

Wu Xin was slightly stunned, touched his chin and thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "This might be a good idea to prevent you from going astray in the future."

"Then I have to be on guard against you. After all, my brother said that you are an evil monk." Xiao Ruolin smiled brightly.

Wu Xin looked at him with deep eyes, hesitated for a while, and asked the last question.

"What you are going to do is tantamount to treason. This is not a game. If you lose, there will be no chance to come back. If you lose,

Neither your mother nor Xiao Se can protect you. "

"I'll ask you one last time..." Wu Xin paused, "Are you sure you won't regret it?"

Xiao Ruolin smiled slightly and said, "I'm stubborn. You've asked once, and I've already told you the answer, so..."

"I know." Wu Xin said, and slowly closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, his mouth slightly raised: "But before that, shouldn't you pay off your debts first?"

Xiao Ruolin looked puzzled: "Huh? What debts do I owe?"

Wu Xin stretched out his hand and asked for it: "In the past two months, you have maimed thirty-six people and injured three hundred and seventy-two people. I, the monk who plays the role of the good guy, have a headache!"

Xiao Ruolin suddenly realized and patted his forehead: "I almost forgot about this! I forgot that you can't get any money out of the world."

"Tell me! How much silver can make up for your losses? "

In order to quickly unify the outside world, Xiao Ruolin played the role of the bad guy, using absolute force to suppress those followers who were dissatisfied with Tianwaitian and set up their own sects.

Wuxin played the role of the good guy, comforting the frightened people in the sect, gradually getting into people's hearts, and being courteous to the wise and humble.

Even if a person is the most rebellious, facing a demon who doesn't know how to use his strength, doesn't take any soft or hard tactics, and whose cultivation is far superior to theirs, Wuxin, who plays the good guy, is simply a living Bodhisattva.

Faced with such a young master, what opinions can they have?

If you have opinions, go and practice with the bad guy alone to see if your skin can withstand a beating.

Wuxin shook his head and extended his hand to invite: "Talking about money hurts feelings. Since you are here, why don't you take a look at the current Tianwaitian?"

Xiao Ruolin was slightly stunned, then smiled and nodded.

"Okay! "

The two walked side by side, their figures gradually faded away, leaving behind a hearty laugh that echoed in the wind, so carefree and happy.

However, no one knew how long this short-lived happiness could last...

It really didn't last long, because just as Xiao Ruolin and Wuxin stepped out of the pavilion, the originally fine snow became messy, and the wind and snow broke the waist of the plum blossoms.

Flowers fall and rain is known. Facing this sudden strange phenomenon, Xiao Ruolin and Wuxin hugged their shoulders and looked at each other.

"Which one is it?" Xiao Ruolin asked.

"It seems to be..." Wuxin was a little unsure: "The last one?"

After the words fell, a black pierced through the snowflakes, the wind and snow swayed, and the cold light was cold.

A black knife emitted a faint light and stabbed Wuxin fiercely.