swordsman in the heavens

"Nanny..."

Yi Chu lowered his head and thought.

But he quickly shook his head and smiled, wondering how he could be that person.

In my memory, the most brilliant and brilliant ruthless emperor in the world of Zhetian, the fruit of his life was a little girl named Nannan.

However, the little girl also appeared as a beggar.

He looked up at his daughter, who was eating a piece of meat with her mouth full of oil.

Are there such coincidences in the world?

He looked at the little girl and said, "Nanny, has anything strange happened to you?"

Nannan immediately stopped talking and said cautiously: "Nannan forgets a lot of things every once in a while, and then she gets an extra stone."

After saying that, he took out a white stone from his arms.

Crystal clear as jade, sparkling.

Nannan said: "Brother, I'll give you this stone."

Yi Chu took it in his hand.

The palm of your hand is cold and smooth, and when you touch it, it feels like a piece of soft and smooth top-quality silk.

Originally, there were oil stains on Nannan's hands, but the stone didn't have any stains on it.

Spotless, the purest thing in the world is probably nothing more than this.

Yi Chu heard his heart pounding like thunder in spring.

I secretly thought that it was really her, the ruthless emperor's fruit of this life.

Nannan said: "Brother, can I continue to eat?"

Yi Chu smiled, reached out and touched her hair, and said, "Eat, you can eat as much as you want."

At the same time, he returned the genius treasure that was rich in fairy spirit.

At night, the moonlight flows down like cold water.

The stove emits blazing flames to drive away the spring cold.

Yi Tianchu sat cross-legged and felt the fiery energy in the sea of ​​suffering.

This was the moment Jiang Yichen died. A ball of energy flew out of his body and entered his sea of ​​suffering at lightning speed.

He knew that there was a mark in this spiritual world, which was a mark used to mark murderers.

As an ancient family, the Jiang family is understandable in putting such a brand on the family's children, but it is a big trouble for him. Presumably, someone from the Jiang family has come now, and with this brand, he is now like the only one in the darkness.

A ball of flame, even if you don't want to attract attention.

In the sea of ​​suffering, nine divine dragons circled, slowly swallowing the fiery energy.

It's just that the speed is too slow, and it can't be completely eradicated in less than half a month.

Half a month was enough for the Jiang family to hunt him down ten times.

Somewhere away from Shiwanda Mountain, an old woman dropped the teacup in her hand to the ground, her eyes full of ferocity.

She shouted angrily: "You trash, my grandson's soul lamp has gone out, he is dead, he is dead."

With a wave of his hand, a ball of flame appeared out of thin air and burned the two people kneeling on the ground to ashes.

The process only takes a moment.

She said: "I want to kill that thief myself, and I want to kill you."

The pitiful voice like a night owl shook the entire mansion. Everyone fell to their knees and trembled when they heard the voice.

Two lines of old tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

She thought of her grandson Jiang Yichen, who was extremely talented and had no rival among his peers. Among the Jiang family, except for the legitimate son Jiang Yifei, he had the best talent. He had hoped to cultivate to the realm of Dao-killing King, but he was killed at an early age.

She once again thought of Jiang Yichen's pleasing appearance in her arms. In the Jiang family, this grandson liked her the most. He always screamed at her grandma. And every time he came back from outside, he brought a lot of gadgets to please her.

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But now, he is dead.

The more he thought about it, the more ferocious his face became.

She took out a mirror.

This mirror is called the "Water Moon Mirror". It is a holy treasure. It can observe things thousands of miles away, and you can see things as fine as an ox hair. Especially when you are looking for a murderer with a mark on his body, you are not limited by distance.

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She reached out and touched the mirror, and a picture appeared on the bright mirror.

Yi Chu, who was wearing a green Taoist robe, was sitting cross-legged, with a little girl lying next to him. In front of the two of them, a stove burned with blazing flames to provide them with warmth.

When she saw the stove, the old woman trembled with rage.

It was a magic weapon she gave to her grandson Jiang Yichen.