Immortal Voices

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Burial Sword Villa, in the pavilion in the back garden.

As soon as Rong Xian opened her eyes, she heard Biyao's voice: "It's a perfect spring day, and I can't help but be envious when I see Fanyin sleeping soundly."

It's not like them, all of them live in false feelings all day long for the sake of life, false feelings to others, perfunctory to themselves, the burden on their hearts is unspeakable, and they can't even sleep peacefully.

Seeing that Fanyin slept so well, Biyao couldn't help but sigh, only if this silly person is confused about everything can he be lenient.

Rong Xian turned her head and saw Biyao walking over gently, waving her fan. With a subtle look on her face, she reached out to touch the cool tea on the table and said in a sincere and sincere tone: "Don't be envious. If you like to sleep here, I will I can give it to you."

After that, he was ready to get up and leave.

Biyao was stunned for a moment and quickly stopped him: "No, no, no, no, no need."

He doesn't like this pavilion very much.

Rong Xian glanced at him hesitantly, and asked again as if he didn't believe it: "Really?"

Bi Yao said resolutely: "It's really not necessary."

Rong Xian breathed a sigh of relief and said to herself: "I thought I was going to send my family's craftsmen to build the pavilion in Biluo City. It's okay, okay."

Biyao:…

Biyao always felt that after coming to this world, they and other attackers were always incompatible with the goals of the attack because their logic was too normal.

#Why is your painting style so unreliable#

After being speechless for a moment, Biyao forced herself to act more naturally.

He came and sat down opposite Rong Xian, and said angrily: "Why is Fanyin alone here?"

Rong Xian blinked and looked a little confused: "Don't you already know? I'm here to enjoy the spring and catch up on my sleep."

Biyao: He just said it casually.

I always feel like I'm being perfunctory.

After chatting with each other to death, Rong Xian thought for a moment and said, "I heard that Master Qin has left the church."

Biyao immediately became energetic, he knew this.

"After Shengzi An's body was returned to the Holy Fire Cult, Master Qin was furious and was already on the way to the Burial Sword Villa with the guardians on his left and right." Biyao looked at Rong Xian's expression carefully and said as if he knew very well.

Rong Xian's expression didn't change much, or it could be said that it was more relaxed and freehand.

She played a young lady who was inexperienced in world affairs vividly, and she happily clasped her hands and said with a smile: "I have heard that Master Qin is as famous as my father. Now I have the opportunity to meet Master Qin. I am very happy."

There is really no need to worry about people coming to investigate.

The reason was simply because Rong Xian knew that it was impossible for Master Qin to come to Burial Sword Villa to cause trouble for a little holy son.

Not to mention that he and Wen Dao are **** and good friends, let alone talking about the Holy Son of the Holy Fire Sect, that is a joke.

As long as Qin Ge is alive, the Holy Son will be no different from ordinary believers, and there are a lot of things like the Holy Son in the Holy Fire Sect.

What's more, Wen Dao and Qin Ge are both top figures in the world, and their martial arts skills are among the best. Leader Qin came here this time probably because he wanted to find an opportunity to get in front of Wen Dao, and have a hearty fight while boosting his presence. .

However, Biyao, who didn't know the inside story, had a complicated look on her face, and she was wondering in her heart how the owner of Wen Village taught her daughter to be so stupid and sweet.

At this time, Rong Silly Baitian Xian smiled meaningfully at Biyao and said slowly: "Young City Master, do you think Leader Qin knows that the black-clothed killer is the private influence of Shengzi An?"

Bi Yao's heart trembled, and he was shocked.

They all knew about the killer. Although Wuyu Anrui died at the hands of one of his own people, their relationship was not very good, so they would not investigate the matter in detail.

Unexpectedly, Wen Fanyin actually knew who was related to An Rui.

How did she know?

When did you know this?

How much more does she know?

Oh my god, the sound of Sanskrit is hidden too deeply.

Biyao's whole body went blank, as if he had undergone a baptism from the depths of his soul, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

"If you insist on knowing," Rong Xian raised her eyebrows and said confidently, "I can see it. Isn't it obvious?"

Bi Yao couldn't hold it any longer.

God, is it obvious!

Bi Yao suppressed her manic mood, pretended to be calm, and asked tentatively: "What else does Miss Wen know?"

Listen, I don’t even dare to call him the friendly name Sanskrit.

Rong Xian raised her eyes and said in a sparse, ordinary and matter-of-fact tone: "All five of you are happy with me. Now that An Shengzi has died innocently, it is difficult not to make people wonder whether this was a love killing due to competition. You said Qin Is it because of this matter that the leader of the church went out to teach in person?"

Biyao's face suddenly changed.

He hadn't thought so much about it before, but when Rong Xian pointed it out, he realized that it was not that simple.

They only thought that they were the host of the system, and that their death would only be related to the system. However, they never thought that in this arena, people would constantly speculate on who they were and what they did.

And there are quite a few forces involved behind them.

Now it is just the Holy Son of the Holy Fire Sect who is gone. If in the future he may be the Medical Immortal Valley, Tantric Sect, Biluo City...

Then the whole world would be in chaos.

And hearing the Sanskrit sounds—

"The roots of troubles."

Don't get me wrong, these four words were not spoken by Biyao, but by Rong Xian.

Obviously, Rong Xian could see what Biyao was thinking.

She sat in the pavilion and looked at the flowers in the garden outside. She held her chin with one hand and said nonchalantly: "If something goes wrong with you all, the whole world will regard me as a beauty, a trouble, or a broom star."

She lazily turned her head to look at Biyao, and said half-truthfully: "You pursue me in the world in such a high-profile way, and bring me so much trouble. Your love is so selfish. Do you really know What are you doing?"

These people clearly know that their nature has gradually become indifferent, and the deep-seated condescension and treating the natives as ants are really unpleasant.

The small world belongs to her. If Heaven is her, then these creatures are her children.

You look down on the creatures in the small world so much, but you step on their lives to achieve your own success. Isn't this both worthy and upright?

Biyao still doesn't know what their image has become in the hearts of the target.

After listening to Rong Xian's words, his expression was very complicated. He really didn't think much about it.

He only thought that this was just a simple strategy game. For the first time, someone pointed out that there was more than one person involved behind the game.

Do they really not know that their actions will affect the target of the attack?

Maybe it's clear.

It's just that their indifference and superiority towards the indigenous people made it unnecessary for them to think so much.

Just like when you play a game and you can watch the plot in the game or not, many people will quit the plot.

Because playing games is just for fun and to understand the characters and plots. Is that necessary?

This is the attitude they have now.