Nightwatcher

Xu Qi'an's expression was stiff, no longer complacent, and stared blankly at the white-clothed warlock.

In his mind, the red dress and the white dress drifted away in an instant.

"Your mother is from the lineage five hundred years ago, that is, the younger sister of the chosen one I want to support now... When I made an alliance with him and helped him to the throne, he married his younger sister to me. The most reliable allies are interests first, and in-laws second.

"After I married that golden branch and jade leaf, I focused on planning the Battle of Shanhaiguan to steal the fortune of the country. At the end of the Battle of Shanhaiguan, you were born."

call!

Xu Qi'an let out a sigh of relief, and the red skirt and white skirt floated back again.

Although he can be regarded as a descendant of the Dafeng royal family, but that lineage was from 500 years ago, and it has nothing to do with Huaiqing and Lin'an.

People with the same surname in the previous life often said: We were one family five hundred years ago.

However, if I have to talk about it, both Huaiqing and Lin'an are my elder sisters.

Only then did he have the time to think about whether what cheap father said was true or not.

The timing is consistent, the year I was born, according to my second uncle's memory, he and Xu Dalang fought in Shanhaiguan, so my aunt and biological mother took care of me for a long time.

Xu Qi'an was taken aback, realized something was wrong, and asked in a deep voice: "Her, why did she give birth to me in the capital?"

While speaking, his face turned pale, and he felt that something in his body was in turmoil, trying to resist something.

At the same time, the martial artist's instincts were frantically warning, and there was still no specific picture, but the fear from the heart made him feel like a child stepping on a steel wire, who would fall at any time and be smashed to pieces.

This made Xu Qi'an realize that the magician in white has reached a critical moment in refining his luck. If he succeeds, this luck will belong to others and have nothing to do with him.

And he will also leave with this fate that is entangled with life, and he will die and disappear.

Regarding what his son was about to face, the warlock in white was neither happy nor sad, and his tone was as calm as ever:

"Your biological mother went to the capital quietly while I was not around, and gave birth to you there. I didn't know about it until I stole my luck."

"Why?"

Blood was overflowing from Xu Qi'an's mouth and nose, and he looked at him deeply.

The tone of the warlock in white did not fluctuate:

"You were born to contain luck and use it as a container. This is not only a game between me and that line, but also because the time has not come. Before there is an incident, it is not appropriate to implant luck into the body of that line of royal family.

"Your biological mother is a very scheming woman. She behaved resignedly and willingly gave up everything for the rise of the family, but that pretense. You are her first child, and she couldn't bear to have you die, so she fled to the capital to give birth to you." down.

"The prison is in the capital, he will be your biggest protection."

It turned out that Xu Qi'an sighed, and he no longer had any doubts.

I don't know why, but at this moment, what I think about in my heart is actually that old man who is in prison.

Dafeng's worst lonely old man.

"So, Ji Qian is still my cousin?"

Xu Qi'an asked, the blood in his nose was left on his mouth, and he really wanted to wipe it off, but he couldn't move.

"right!"

The warlock in white nodded.

Killing is good, my cousin deserves to die, well, this is not what I said, this is what a well-known writer in the previous life said. He slandered in his heart to relieve his anxiety.

"This is your backhand?"

At this moment, the warlock in white suddenly said.

Outside the valley, Dean Zhao Shou came with Xu Pingzhi.

"You are here, you are here"

Second Uncle Xu's voice was sharp, his expression was sad and ruthless, and his eyes were red.

The warlock in white didn't look at him, and said softly:

"When I was young, I often brought him here to show him my formation. This is the secret base of our brothers. Later, the formation here became more and more perfect and stronger, and it condensed half of my life. hard work.

"But I can't give up this place because I can't let it go. It's not safe here, because besides me, there is Erlang who knows. You guessed it right, when I appear in full view, the technique of shielding the secrets will be broken by itself .Erro will think of me again.

"That's why I deliberately blocked your existence, so that his memory will be messed up again."

But you didn't expect that I have already understood the profound meaning of the art of shielding the secrets. Xu Qi'an has no expression on his face.

Second Uncle Xu bumped his head into the Qi Realm, his head was bleeding, and he roared:

"Xu Pingfeng, you are not as good as a pig or a dog. He is your son, my nephew. Even if the tiger's poison does not eat children, what are you doing?"

The muscles on his face were distorted, and the veins on his forehead were bulging one by one, making him look quite ferocious.

It was the first time Xu Qi'an saw his second uncle so furious.

The white-clothed warlock said indifferently: "This is a matter between our father and son. I gave his life."

boom!

Xu Pingzhi slammed his fist on the Qi Realm, like an old beast being stimulated, ferocious and ruthless:

"Father and son? Are you worthy! Are you worthy to be his father? He is the son of my Xu family and I raised him. If you want to kill him, have you asked me and have I agreed? The formation is opened, I will kill you, I will kill you!!"

He beat the Qi Realm with his fists, and his fists were dripping with blood.

Second Uncle Xu Qi'an watched silently, watching a middle-aged man go berserk.

Xu Pingzhi was submissive at home, but slippery outside, and the aggressive spirit he had cultivated in the battlefield had long been wiped out in the officialdom.

But no matter how submissive a man is, if his own child is in danger, he will strike hard without hesitation.

Even if it's an elephant.

The warlock in white retracted his gaze, glanced at Xu Qi'an, and twitched the corner of his mouth:

"But it's too late!"

With a strong tug, he pulled out the luck that ordinary people couldn't see from the top of Xu Qi'an's head little by little.

During this process, Xu Qi'an's body was constantly chapped, bleeding profusely, his mouth and nose kept bleeding, and he screamed in pain.

The nephew's roar was like a heavy hammer hitting Xu Pingzhi's heart, making him tremble all over.

The old man suddenly didn't dare to be arrogant anymore, he knelt down against the air world, begging bitterly:

"Don't kill him, big brother, please, don't kill him, he is my raised child, my cub, please don't kill him.

"I've raised him for twenty-one years. You can't do this. You really can't do this. Brother, it seems that you can give him back to me for the sake of the past."

The sorcerer in white has a heart of stone, turning a blind eye to it, and pulling out his luck on his own.

"Stand back!"

Zhao Shou waved his sleeves to push Second Uncle Xu away. Then, he put on the Confucian crown, and held a carving knife in his right hand, which was tucked in his sleeve.

The Confucian crown and the carving knife soared into the sky, echoing each other.

Zhao Shou held the carving knife and stabbed towards it. Under the blessing of the sub-sage crown and the third-rank great scholar, the carving knife burst into a sky-high clear light, and the large formation that the white-clothed warlock spent more than 30 years was broken in an instant.

The outermost air world collapsed and could no longer block the entry of outsiders.

"Here, you must not remove your luck."

Zhao Shou announced.

But this time, the Confucian method of speaking has no effect.

The action of the white-clothed warlock's removal was somewhat blocked, but he quickly got rid of the effect of speaking out.

"This place is different from the laws of the outside world. If you Confucianism wants to dominate my "world", you have to ask me if I agree."

The warlock in white let out a "hey", full of confidence.

Zhao Shou stepped forward and stabbed out the Confucian sage's carving knife again, and the sub-sage Confucian crown sprinkled water-like clear light and blessed it on the carving knife.

Zhao Shoudao: "Break the formation!"

The spoken method is blessed on the carving knife along with the strength.

Since you change the rules, I can also break the formation.

The carving knife seemed to have turned into a scorching sun, and the clear light was so intense that it was almost white. It advanced rapidly, and was accompanied by layers of formations.

This peerless grand formation composed of 108 formations cannot stop a third-rank Confucian who wears a Confucian crown and holds a carving knife.

Even if the main battle is a second-grade warlock.

But for the white-clothed warlock, it was expected that he would not be able to stop the third-rank Confucian with full firepower. What he wanted was to delay time, because most of Xu Qi'an's luck had been taken out.

At this moment, a knife light full of chilling intentions emerged from the void, smashing formation runes one after another.

Sword intent is unparalleled.

When the white-clothed warlock pressed his spare hand, a certain pattern lit up, forming an air wall, blocking the light of the saber.

The light of the knife slashed on the air wall, like a mud cow entering the sea, disappearing.

send!

He sent the knife light away.

"Teleportation is prohibited here."

Zhao Shou gave a countermeasure calmly. With the collapse of the formation, Confucianism said that the power of the method followed further invaded this place.

The void suddenly boiled up, and one after another, the Unmatched Saber Intent emerged, unstoppable, cutting off the pattern.

This made it easier for Zhao Shou to advance forward, and when he saw that he was about to rush to the front, suddenly, the eyes of the old man Tian Gu's body, which had no eyeballs but only the whites of the eyes, faintly lit up.

Zhao Shou lost his target all of a sudden, he stood there in a daze, the front was empty, without Xu Qi'an and the warlock in white.

This is a "unknown" method, it hides Xu Qi'an and the white-clothed warlock to delay time.

Zhao Shou frowned, raised his hand, and flicked the Confucian crown.

The Confucian crown trembled, and there was a clear light like water waves. In the dark, a power covering Zhao Shou's body was washed away, and the figures of Xu Qi'an and the white-clothed warlock appeared again.

"enough!"

The white-clothed warlock smiled, he had completely refined the luck in Xu Qi'an's body.

"I didn't know that Second Uncle knew about this place."

At this time, he heard Xu Qi'an whispering.

The white-clothed warlock frowned. On his bloody face, there was no despair and fear of imminent disaster, but calmness.

Xu Qi'an continued: "So, my real means of saving my life is not Zhao Shou and the ancestors of the Wulin League, at least I haven't fully pinned my hopes on them."

After a pause, a happy smile appeared on his face: "Are you really the supervisor who doesn't do anything?"

"Bitch, what are you waiting for!"

he yelled.

As the voice fell, behind Xu Qi'an, illusory, fluffy fox tails grew out, like peacocks spreading their tails, beautiful and terrifying.

PS: Seven minutes late, but finally caught up.