Eternal Gate

In the small garden room.

Zhao Yun stood still, steaming all over.

The runes of the Earth Spirit Curse have been repaired, which can absorb more of the power of the earth. Although it is a pirated method, it is also practical. There is still a lot of time to comprehend. One day, he will be able to cultivate to success.

"What a good power." Zhao Yun felt it quietly.

The power of the earth is not only heavy, but also majestic. Because of this majestic, he feels his own insignificance. It is like a drop in Taicang. All he can absorb at this moment is an extremely thin breath. I really don't know the vast land. How much power has been nurtured.

The Moon God has repaired the moon, and he is looking at Cang Mian.

Her eyes were dim, she didn't know what she was thinking.

What do you want! Thinking of the ninth world's blessing and the blessing of God, she felt that she was in a situation, including meeting Zhao Yun, everything seemed to be arranged.

As a god, she felt confused for the first time.

I don't know when, Zhao Yun opened his eyes, and the moment he opened his eyes, a startled light shot out.

I am in a good mood.

Since it is a symbol, I will stock up when I have time. This is all silver.

When the sky was dim, he left the small garden, went around a lot, and went to the opposite side of the blue building. Because the emperor's shadow guard swept the yellow and blue buildings were still in a closed state, the above said, rectifying for three days.

That's good, no one is cleaner.

Those who scold Wu Qi are still everywhere.

However, the guy had a hard backing and was only dismissed.

Just walk through the scene, according to Zhao Yun's expectation, Wu Qi will soon return to work.

This matter... can be big or small.

The night came quietly.

Zhao Yun sneaked in again, went to the room on the top floor, and opened the window again.

Looking down from the sky, the Xing Tower is like a jewel inlaid in the land of sin, which is its brightest.

Zhao Yun didn't squint, holding a telescope, staring at the ninth floor.

In a corner outside the Qing building, Huan Meng also appeared, and holding a telescope, he could clearly see Zhao Yun, and was even more certain that a person held in the penalty tower was very important to Ji Hen.

The night is quiet.

For an instant, there was a shadow in front of the window on the ninth floor of the Xing Tower.

I am Furong, standing in front of the window, looking at the starry sky in the south. I should be looking at the ancient city of Forgotten. Zhao Yuan is dead, but Zhao's family is still there, and her children are still there.

"Mother."

At that moment, Zhao Yun's bloodshot eyes were carved with tears.

Even if the shadow was blurred, he could still recognize it at a glance.

Xu is connected to flesh and blood, and has a connection of its own. He even looked at the Furong in the south, subconsciously turning his eyes to the green building. He always felt that someone was looking at her. In the darkness, there were eyes full of tears. .

"Mother."

Zhao Yun choked up and burst into tears.

The emotions in the human world are so strange. Furong's heart suddenly hurts, as if he can hear her, her eyes grayed with thoughts. Before she knew it, she was stained with water mist, reflecting the bright moonlight, condensed into frost and tears. In the dimness, it seemed that a familiar figure could be seen.

"Someone."

Although he was extremely reluctant to disturb, the Moon God still reminded him.

Someone came up, and Zhao Yun at this moment was actually indifferent.

Or maybe it was too close to my mother and wanted to look at it a few more times, ignoring the perception, and even when someone came up, he didn't even know it, and he didn't even react to her reminder, so he held it tightly. The binoculars stared at the ninth floor of the punishment tower, distressed like a knife, and the emotions that had been suppressed for many days turned into endless tears at this moment.

"who is it?"

Furong's tears are also crystal clear and beautiful. It is certain that there is a relative in the distance who is secretly watching him. Maybe it is Zhao's family, maybe her child, or maybe... it is the dead soul of Zhao Yuan.

"I can figure it out."

Suddenly, a word resounded through the ninth floor of the penalty tower.

Hearing the tone, it is Ziyihou, his words are cold and majestic, like God's sentence.

"I don't know." Furong whirled tearfully.

"If you don't see the coffin, you won't cry." Ziyihou said lightly, "Since tonight, if you don't answer a day, I kill a Zhao family a day. I don't want to see the Zhao family destroyed, so I obediently tell the secret."

"Devil, you are a devil." Furong hissed, hysterical.

She is an ant, she is weak, so weak that she can't even judge herself.

She knows Ziyihou, the commander-in-chief of the emperor's shadow guard, who can say it... she can do it. It will really slaughter the Zhao family, the clansmen, children... will become poor funeral objects.

But she really didn't know anything about the so-called secrets.

Zi Yihou left, leaving a piece of darkness for the ninth floor of the penalty tower.

"The darkness... reminds you of something."

Ziyihou said coldly, with dazzling stars and a terrifying face.

Without the light, Zhao Yun could no longer see his mother.

After a long time, he put down the telescope trembling, tears all over his face.

After a long time, he turned around suddenly, because I don't know when there was a second person in the room, standing not far behind him, like a ghost, watching him quietly, not knowing how long it has been.

"It's him."

Zhao Yun murmured, and he could still see who it was in the darkness.

It was the one-armed middle-aged man who met in the small tea house during the day.

The one-armed middle-aged man did not speak, he had indeed been here for a long time, and he had never disturbed him.

"Senior, what a coincidence!"

Zhao Yun said indifferently, that the tears in his eyes have been wiped out, and the Dragon Yuan sword has been proposed. In just a moment, he can kill the one-armed middle-aged in an instant. He doesn't want him to peek at the punishment tower and spread it throughout the entire imperial capital. One wrong step is the end of the disaster, killing people... is still very necessary.

"Let's go!"

The one-armed middle-aged man said hoarsely and walked step by step. When he passed the table, he gently placed his protective goggles on the table. The implication is obvious: this protective goggles is yours.

Zhao Yun frowned, his killing intent disappeared instantly.

The one-armed middle-aged man has been here for a long time. He didn’t take advantage of him when he was looking at the torture tower and he didn’t call anyone. Obviously, he didn’t want people to know. He also took his steps, passing by the one-armed middle-aged in the dark, and when he passed the table, he also took the protective mirror.

Before leaving the house, he even glanced back.

Entering the eye, I saw a one-armed middle-aged man standing in front of the window, and also peeping at the execution tower with a binoculars.

This may be why he didn't want to wake up outsiders.

After all, they are the same kind of people, they are all the same people who are extremely important to them... They are locked in that nasty torture tower, but they are weak, and they only dare to sneak into the green building in the dead of night. From here to secretly look at the Xing Tower.

Zhao Yun's state of mind, he understands.

Zhao Yun also understands his state of mind.

"Thanks, senior." Zhao Yun bowed his hand and turned away.

The one-armed middle-aged did not expose him, and he would never expose the one-armed middle-aged.

People who have the same story should be sympathetic to each other. They are all living like dogs in a humble way. They don't know how to live like a person any day. One-armed middle-aged people are like this, and so is he.