[Comprehensive] Our city lord is glamorous and noble

Chapter 72

Yingtian's New Year is very old-fashioned.

It should be said that in this dynasty, no matter where it is, it is very old-fashioned.

In the palace, there is the way of celebrating the New Year in the palace, and in the folk there is the way of celebrating the New Year in the folk.

But no matter where the Chinese New Year is, it will be lively.

Decorated with lanterns and festoons, and interlaced cups of wine, the cheerful atmosphere is enough to melt the coldest ice.

But Wanmei Villa is an exception.

Ximen Chuuxue is not a New Year's Eve, he seems to be born out of tune with these lively festivals.

Wanmei Villa has snow, flowers, and wine, but there is no taste of the year.

What firecracker paper, incense, Spring Festival couplets, those fiery red colors will never appear in Saibei Wanmei Villa.

The tiles of Wanmei Villa are black, the snow is white, and the flowers are also white.

There was heavy snowfall that day, and the villas in Saibei were only black and white.

How can there be a new year in such a place without red?

Only Yu Luocha would hold a plate of crooked dumplings for him to eat, and each dumpling was filled with copper coins.

It is said that those who eat copper coins will have good luck for a whole year. There are only two people in their family, Yu Luocha and Ximen Chuuxue, and there are copper coins in all the dumplings. How can they not eat them?

But in the luck of both of them, the custom does not seem to be deceiving.

Whether it is Ximen Chuuxue or Yu Luocha, luck is very good.

If you are unlucky, how can you live until now?

Unlike Wanmei Villa, Baiyun City's New Year flavor is very full.

Decorating lanterns and festoons, burning incense and setting off paper cannons are all trivial things, but drinking pepper and bouillon wine, drinking snacks, and greeting each other with New Year's greetings are the most basic.

Except that all the subordinates are dressed in fairy-like white clothes, it seems that there is no difference between celebrating the New Year with other places. Ye Gucheng even changes the ribbons of the hair into red, which is considered to be a joy with the people during the Spring Festival.

After all, the city lord of Baiyun, who is full of immortality, absolutely cannot wear red clothes.

Although it should be very good in the imagination, it is not acceptable visually.

How many men in this world would like a seat in red?

At least Ye Gucheng didn't like it.

But when he really saw the red lanterns hanging high at the end of the year, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Even the serious expression throughout the year has softened a lot.

In fact, City Lord Ye has already used the red headband, but no one knows about it except the maid who tied his hair.

No, no, in fact, let the maid know, and all the subordinates of Baiyun City will know.

The city lord belongs to everyone, and the news about the city lord is the wealth of circulation.

Much more precious than gold and silver treasures.

As long as one subordinate knows, everyone will know.

There were suddenly many subordinates passing by Ye Gucheng, and they all looked at Ye Gucheng's crown with what they thought was a hidden sight.

The red rope was covered by the crown, not revealing anything.

But they knew that there was a red string hidden in the crown.

This secret can keep the subordinates of Baiyun City in a good mood for many days.

They all seemed easy to please.

Ye Gucheng is also very satisfied now, because he is in a good mood.

Ye Gucheng is in a good mood, so he naturally hopes that other people's moods will also improve.

Happiness is the most contagious emotion in the world. If a person wants others to be happy, he will never be too bad.

Everyone in Baiyun City is happy, because Ye Gucheng is very happy, and the city lord is the source of their happiness.

The only one who didn't fit in was Ximen Chuuxue.

It seemed that it was the first time he felt the atmosphere of the year, and it was the first time he saw so many positive reds.

The red color of the New Year is different from the red color of blood, it is not solidified at all, and it is not lonely at all.

This is a festive color.

He may not have thought that Ye Gucheng is also the person who will be on the sidelines with the excitement, because he has always lived very lonely, as if floating in the clouds.

Looking at it now, Ximen Chuuxue, who practiced the ruthless way, was indeed even more unkind than Ye Gucheng.

But even if a person is unkind, it is impossible for him to be like this all the time. For example, Ximen Chuuxue, when Ye Gucheng congratulated him with a smile, his expression would become very soft.

Ye Gucheng said: "Happy New Year, Master Ximen."

Ximen Chuixue said: "Happy New Year, Lord Ye."

A touch of warmth flows between the two.

Is this friendship, or confidant?

In short, at this moment, the two cold people were dragged into the mortal world by the fireworks of the New Year.

Ye Gucheng said: "Let the master of Ximen laugh, the people under him are all a little worried."

Having said that, Ye Gucheng's expression didn't seem to mind at all.

There was a light in his eyes, and there was a little smile in the light, which was the joy and tolerance for the subordinates of Baiyun City.

If it wasn't for love, why would he be willing to tie a red ribbon?

With Ye Gucheng's eyesight, how could he not know about the tricks of the people below?It's just turning a blind eye and closing one eye, it's all for fun, so why worry too much.

Alone Better Together.

This is what makes him different from Ximen Chuuxue, and it is precisely because of this that he has no idea how deserted Wanmei Villa in Saibei is during the Chinese New Year.

Although Ye Gucheng knows that Ximen Chuuxue is a high-ranking sword god and a big ice cube, but this is New Year's Eve, and he will make an exception when he is burdened by idols. Ximen Chuuxue should also be able to do it?

Isn't Yu Luocha still alive?Maybe I will find Ximen Chuuxue during the New Year?

After all, this is the time of year when they should be reunited the most.

However, Ximen Chuuxue said: "No, Wanmei Villa doesn't have this habit."

Ye Gucheng: Huh.

How are you calling me?

City Lord Ye's face froze.

But Ximen Chuuxue's next sentence succeeded in saving the situation, he said: "But he will come to Wanmei Villa for a walk."

City Lord Ye's face finally regained its softness.

Who he refers to, only he and Ximen Chuuxue know, after all, the people who know the relationship between Ximen Chuuxue and Yu Luocha can be counted on one hand.

Regarding the awkward father-son relationship between Ximen Chuuxue and Yu Luocha, Ye Gucheng can only say that in his opinion, all emotions will be overly diluted if they are placed on these two people.

He didn't know how Yu Luocha got along with Ximen Chuuxue. Although the other party looked too young, but after all, he had reached the realm of Shattered Void, and his son Ximen Chuuxue's personality was so cold that he didn't seem like a human being. The relationship between father and son should be very good light?

The Jade Raksha character design is too exaggerated. A villain with such a character design wants to be cold-hearted, otherwise how can he achieve greatness?As for Ximen Chuuxue, family affection, love, tenderness, these emotions seem to have nothing to do with him.

Could it be that he would act like a spoiled child to Yu Luocha?Ye Gucheng thought, even Ximen Chuuxue would not have acted like this when he was a child.

So this father-son relationship must be indifferent.

Ximen Fuxue: Hehe.

He didn't want others to know how Yu Luocha got along with him, because it was too shameful.

Thinking about it this way, it would be better to let Ye Gucheng think that their feelings are indifferent, but this is more acceptable.

Because of Ximen Chuuxue's inaction, Ye Gucheng ran farther and farther on the misunderstanding of the Kangzhuang Avenue, and set up enough characters for the indifferent father and son.

He wondered a little bit, if Yu Luosha would visit Wanmei Villa during the Chinese New Year, it would seem to prove that their father-son relationship is not as irreversible as he imagined?

Speaking of it, Yu Luocha seems to have been to Wanmei Villa before, and the relationship between father and son may be much better than he imagined.

In other words, what would happen if Yu Luocha went to Wanmei Villa again this year, only to find that Ximen Chuuxue was not there?

Ye Gucheng refused to think about this result.

He could only invite: "Since owner Ximen is with me this year, why don't we spend some time?"

Ximen Chuuxue nodded and said, "Okay."

The customs of New Year's dinner are different in different places, but in this dynasty, generally every family has to eat flat food, which is called dumplings. One or two hundred white and fat dumplings are boiled in a pot, and a few silver coins are wrapped in them. It's a good luck.

Ye Gucheng has always suspected that there is a secret operation in the project of winning money, because he will eat silver coins every year, but the dumplings are indeed picked out from the big plate by him, and have nothing to do with anyone else.

The base of money is not necessarily large, anyway, most people can't get a lot of money, could it be that he is really lucky?

Ximen Chuuxue looked at the white and fat dumplings with complicated emotions.

He suddenly thought of the dumplings brought by Yu Luocha, they were really ugly.

It's so ugly that you can tell at a glance that Master Yu made the bag himself.

Although it is said that a gentleman stays away from the kitchen, this iron law is of no use to Yu Luocha. It is better to say that he actually enjoys the process of making a plate of strangely shaped dumplings and sharing them with Ximen Chuuxue.

He is really a rare child control of the era.

Yu Luocha's behavior is difficult to understand, but his love for his son is not fake at all.

The table was full of New Year's dishes, but only Ximen Chuuxue and Yu Luocha were actually on the table.

Langyue is busy helping Ye Gucheng prepare vegetables, after a while, Lanfeng will come to take her place, and she will go to take shifts to protect Zhang Wanrou.

Time is precious, she needs to help Lord Ye spread more vegetables.

So the bowls in front of City Lord Ye were piled up to a point.

Regarding this, Ye Gucheng only showed a trace of helplessness in his eyes, but he didn't say anything.

He couldn't bear to scold Lang Yue.

Both she and Lanfeng are very cute little girls in his eyes.

The cold moon: ?(????ω????)?

Very shy.

Lang Yue said: "I'm going to make a pot of tea."

Ye Gucheng doesn't drink alcohol, and Ximen Chuuxue is not a drinker, so when two of them eat at the same table, they won't see alcohol.

Ye Gucheng nodded and said, "Go."

For a moment, there were only the two of them in the room.

Ximen Chuuxue looked up, looked at Ye Gucheng, and at the window behind him.

Although the wind outside is neither bitter nor cold, if you open the window, there will definitely be a cold current pouring in. Although you can see wintersweet, it also destroys the warmth in the room.

Ye Gucheng said: "The master of Ximen wants to appreciate the plum blossoms?"

As he spoke, he got up and opened the window.

Then I saw a cloud of white fog.

Ye Gucheng: "..."

Ximen Chuixue: "..."

Ye Gucheng closed the window with his backhand, which was definitely his subconscious reaction after being frightened.

He couldn't help but look back at Ximen Chuuxue and said, "This is..."

Ye Gucheng couldn't continue, because he saw Ximen Chuuxue's face turned dark.

Ximen Chuixue said: "You can open the window again."

His skin was very fair, but now it was shrouded in a layer of black air.

Ye Gucheng said: "Okay."

Then opened the window.

The moon and stars are rare, but the courtyard is brightly lit, and the fiery red lanterns set off the winter plums more beautifully.

The vast white mist disappeared.

Ye Gucheng didn't say a word, pretending that he didn't see anything, he just sat back in his original position and drank tea in silence.

No matter what you say at this time, it seems that it is not appropriate.

So did Ximen Chuuxue, he didn't say anything.

The atmosphere between the two was originally good, with a touch of warmth floating, but it seemed a little awkward when it was disturbed by a cloud of white mist just now.

Ye Gucheng is still drinking tea, but if you stare into his eyes, you will find that the expression of Ye Gucheng is a little mechanical.

He also said before that the father-son relationship between Yu Luocha and Ximen Chuuxue is not as cold as he imagined, but now it seems that the relationship between the two should not be too close.

Yu Luocha found out that Ximen Chuuxue was not in Wanmei Villa, so she went directly to the capital.

Isn't this kindness?

Ximen Chuuxue silently put down his chopsticks and said, "I suddenly remembered something."

His face didn't turn pale, the things he remembered must be related to Yu Luocha.

Ye Gucheng didn't force him to stay, he said, "Okay."

He will not disturb the love between the two of them.

But is there really deep love between father and son?

Langyue opened the door, just in time for Ximen Chuuxue to go out, the other party quickly walked away from the door, walking hurriedly, as if busy with some important matter.

Langyue noticed with sharp eyes that Ximen Chuuxue's expression was not good-looking, and her heart skipped a beat. Could it be that there was some conflict between the city owner and the Ximen villa owner?

Regardless of Sanqi 21, he took the lead in complaining about Ximen Chuuxue in his heart, and he didn't even look at what day it was today. If he felt uncomfortable, he didn't feel comfortable, so he had to show it?

What if the mood of their city lord is broken?Thinking of this, Langyue felt a little aggrieved.

The last day of the year is not in a good mood. If there is any misfortune in the new year, it will all be caused by that Ximen Chuixue.

But when Langyue really saw Ye Gucheng, she found that there was nothing wrong with his expression.

Not only was it nothing, but there was even a strange sympathy in his eyes.

Although the city lord is immortal all year round, and his emotional fluctuations are pitifully small, but those of them who are subordinates must learn to guess the emotional fluctuations of the city lord no matter what. If you don't even have this bit of perseverance, what kind of subordinates are you?

Langyue knew very well that the sympathy was definitely not directed at herself, and the only receiver seemed to be Ximen Chuuxue?

What happened to him?

This idea passed in her mind for less than a second, and Lang Yue forgot it. She hurriedly aired her newly brewed tea, and when it entered the mouth of the city lord, it must be at a suitable temperature, no matter how you drink it, it will not be hot mouth.

There is no one or anything in this world that is more important than their city lord.

Ximen Chuuxue or something is not important at all.

Ximen Chuuxue walked impartially, although he couldn't feel where Yu Luocha was, and he didn't take out the Gu worms to find him, but he was very confident about where that person is now.

Sure enough, when he opened the door of the living room, he saw Yu Luocha holding a plate of strangely shaped dumplings, waving to him.

Yu Luocha said: "Axue, come and have a meal with Daddy."

That appearance also looked very happy.

Ximen Chuuxue said: "How did you get discovered by Lord Ye just now?"

He knows Yu Luocha's ability, as long as he doesn't want to, no one can see such an obvious white mist.

Including Ximen Chuuxue himself.

If Ye Gucheng sees it, it must be Yu Luocha's intention.

Thinking of this, Ximen Chuuxue's face turned darker.

He didn't tell Yu Luocha about Ye Gucheng, for example, Ye Gucheng already knew about them and such things, and Yu Luocha was not powerful enough to know these secrets.

With Ye Gucheng's eyesight, Yu Luocha would definitely be recognized if he appeared.

In this case, his sudden appearance has a little bit of meaning.

Maybe he hoped that Ye Gucheng could guess?

But why?

Ximen Chuuxue said that his father's routines are too deep and his brain is too big, he can't guess what he thinks.

Simply do not guess.

Yu Luocha said: "If I don't show up, Axue won't be able to see me."

It's quite embarrassing to say.

Yu Luocha said: "On this reunion day, Ah Xue actually left me alone in Saibei, and came out with friends to have fun. I am a father, but I feel a little bit chilled."

Ximen Chuixue: "..."

Yu Luocha said again: "But today is special, I don't care about anything with you."

He sent the plate forward, looking forward to it.

Yu Luocha said: "As long as I finish this plate of flat food made by myself, let me also enjoy the family happiness between father and son."

Ximen Chuixue: "..."

His face turned from black to blue.

Yu Luocha is indeed the real boss.

Zhang Wanrou is in the inn.

Most of the shops are closed, but only the inn is still open.

Because there are too many foreigners in the inn who do not belong to the capital.

As long as these people are still there, the inn will not be closed.

But even strangers will enjoy the New Year's atmosphere.

The men set up table after table of food and drink in the lobby. They came from all corners of the country and did not know each other, but today they were sitting together drinking and chatting.

I have to say, this is also a kind of fate.

But Zhang Wanrou can't, she won't be with those people.

Not just because of her gender, her identity.

Also because she has hatred in her heart.

It was still fifteen days before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and the flames of hatred were burning in her eyes, and it became more and more intense.

She wasn't happy at all, and couldn't enjoy pleasure.

As long as she thinks of her brother who died tragically, and the possible future, any trace of happiness will disappear from her eyes.

A person who is full of hatred cannot and cannot be happy.

Because happiness will wear down her will, make her fall, and make her heart no longer hard.

"Knock Knock-"

Someone knocked on the wooden door.

Zhang Wanju said: "Who?"

The person outside the door said: "The food delivery."

It was a man with a familiar voice.

Zhang Wanrou was still very vigilant: "Who asked you to send it?"

The man said: "The city lord asked me to send it."

At this moment, most of Zhang Wanrou's heart has been put down.

Not only that, but a warm current rose in her ice-like heart.

That is not happiness, but emotion.

Even people with hatred in their hearts are moved.

She opened the door herself, but the person who saw the food box was taken aback.

Zhang Wanju said: "You..."

The man said: "Don't say it."

Then he put down the box and left immediately.

He covered his face tightly, with only a pair of eyes exposed.

A pair of shining eyes.

Zhang Wanrou didn't speak, she just quietly took the food box in and opened it.

A bowl of flat food, and some New Year's dishes.

There are not many points, it is very delicate, and there is even a jug of wine.

It is suitable for a woman to think about herself on New Year's Eve.

The dishes in the food box were all steaming, Zhang Wanrou brought out the bowls one by one, the chopsticks were constantly moving on top of the plates.

In the end, she chose to take a bite of flat food first.

"Crack-"

There was a slight click of teeth, and her eyes widened.

It is a copper coin.

She ate the dumplings, spat out the copper coin, looked at the brand new copper coin, and remained silent for a long time.

After a while, Zhang Wanrou said to herself: "Auspicious new year, good luck."

After celebrating the New Year, it is the Spring Festival, and the last is the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

I have to say that the sword ghost really chose a very good day, because on this day, not only the streets, but even the mountains outside the city were brightly lit.

There are colorful lights hanging high everywhere, and there are mysteries on the lights.

Fortunately, Zijin Mountain is far outside the city. Although there are lanterns hanging on the mountain, few people choose to climb the mountain at night.

Ordinary people have already crowded into the street, guessing lantern riddles in full swing.

Even in the remote and secluded courtyard of Ye Gucheng, the laughter of children can be heard.

The festive atmosphere is also quite strong.

But the night of the Lantern Festival belongs to the happy people, to the laughing people, to the people of Yingtian, but not to the people of Jianghu.

Zijin Mountain is not far from the urban area, but tonight, there are indeed two completely different scenarios.

The atmosphere on the mountain was very serious, so serious that it froze.

As early as before the sun set, a group of Jianghu people were already on the mountain, ready to find a good place to watch the battle between Sword Demon and Zhang Wanrou.

Fortunately, it was the top of the purple gold and not the top of the forbidden, otherwise, how could it be possible for so many people to stand down?

Zhang Wanrou didn't come too early, nor too late, when she stood at the duel place, the moon was just hanging above her head.

The wind suddenly became quiet.

I only heard the rustling sound of leaves rubbing against each other in the woods.

Something is coming, is it the wind, or is it a person?

Or, is it a ghost?

A white shadow floated out of the woods, and everyone couldn't help but hold their breath when they saw it.

Is it a ghost?

It was indeed a ghost.

It's Sword Demon.

His lightness kung fu is very good. Although the mountain is not high, it is not low. It floated up with ease.

Everyone couldn't help sighing in their hearts: What a handsome skill!

It is lighter than the swallow's three-time water-scrambling kung fu, and can slide six or seven feet away in one step.

With such lightness skills, it's no wonder that he can walk freely on the hillside and among the trees.

As if nothing could stop him.

People in the Jianghu only know that Sword Demon's swordsmanship is very good, but they don't know that he is also very good at lightness kung fu.

The single-handed kung fu revealed here is already stronger than everyone present.

Some people looked at Zhang Wanrou and couldn't help showing sympathy.

They didn't believe that Sword Demon's martial arts were as high as Ximen Chuuxue before, but now, just looking at the opponent's lightness kung fu, they knew that the rumors were probably true.

A person with good lightness kung fu will definitely not be bad at martial arts.

However, Zhang Wanrou was very calm, not forced to be calm, but really calm.

That face is as cold as ice, only the eyes are burning with flames.

The flames are also cold.

It is the flame of hatred.

Seeing her expression, the surrounding swordsmen couldn't help guessing, was Qing Hongjian frightened and stupid?Or are you ready to die?

Otherwise, how could she be so calm?

Some people also saw the hatred in Zhang Wanrou's eyes, but they would never have thought that Zhang Wanrou wanted to kill the Sword Demon.

Because the disparity in strength between the two is too great.

There are many assassins in this world, and there are many ways to kill people invisible.

Because of these low-handed methods, the assassin can take the life of someone who is stronger than himself.

But there is a kind of person who cannot succeed no matter what assassination method is used.

Be the real master!

A real master has reached the realm of invincibility for most people in the Jianghu.

They see their opponents not with their eyes, but with their hearts.

Looking with the heart, you can see through all shady methods.

The sword ghost landed opposite Zhang Wanrou with his treacherous lightness kung fu.

His lightness kung fu seems to be similar to Ye Gucheng's, stepping on a branch is like stepping on a cloud, but Ye Chengzhu's lightness kung fu will only make people feel ecstatic, while Sword Ghost, he is like a ghost.

I don't know when it will turn into a monster and devour people.

Like the bronze ghost mask on his face.

His voice is very hoarse and deep, if you don't listen carefully, you will never be able to hear what the sword ghost is saying.

But even though there are many spectators present, none of them dare to show their grandeur.

They wanted to know what the sword ghost wanted to say.

The sword ghost said: "This challenge is not what I want."

The crowd was in an uproar.

The sword ghost said: "Although I also fly pigeons to send letters, the time and place are here, but the letter of war on the city wall is absolutely not written by me."

Zhang Wanrou didn't speak, just looked at Sword Demon and sneered.

The sword ghost said: "I didn't say that secret either."

The crowd is about to boil.

They wanted to ask Sword Ghost something, but they stopped abruptly because they heard his next sentence.

Sword Ghost said: "Although it is not written by me, the so-called secret is probably related to the treasure map."

He aroused everyone's interest with this sentence, but then said nothing.

Someone asked: "What does it have to do with the treasure map?"

But Sword Demon naturally wouldn't answer.

Zhang Wanrou said coldly: "Do you still want to fight?"

Sword Demon didn't even speak.

The scene seemed to become very quiet all of a sudden.

It wasn't an illusion, not only did they stop talking, but the ebullient crowd became as quiet as chickens in an instant.

It's as quiet as a cemetery here.

What happened?

Someone shivered involuntarily, as if the temperature had dropped several degrees.

Let them feel cold from the bottom of their hearts.

Is it snowflakes in the sky?

Or someone showed up?

People in the inner circle can't see anything, but they can perceive, perceive the sudden abnormality.

Martial arts practitioners are always sensitive, how could they not know that the energy here has changed.

I was panicked, and for some reason, it took a lot of courage to even look back.

It was as if a man-eating monster had appeared behind them.

They don't look back at the monster.

There are no monsters behind, only people.

The person is Ximen Chuuxue.

He stood quietly outside the crowd.

The people around Ximen Chuuxue wished they could shrink themselves into a quail.

They involuntarily pushed away a foot away.

No one wants to stand in the middle of Ximen Chuuxue.

Moses divided the sea like a sea, and all the people in the rivers and lakes who stood in front of him automatically took a step back to make way for him.

He is like a god, like an emperor in the sword.

No one could look directly at Ximen Chuuxue's sharp edge.

Ximen Chuuxue didn't look at others.

His eyes were tightly locked on the bronze ghost face of Sword Demon.

Ximen Chuuxue said: "Are you the sword ghost?"

The sword ghost said: "Not bad."

Ximen Chuixue said: "Do you practice sword?"

The sword ghost said: "Naturally."

Ximen Chuuxue said: "Since you practice swordsmanship, why don't you come to me."

The air-conditioning around him was so strong that people shivered involuntarily.

The sword ghost said: "You want me to come to you?"

Ximen Chuuxue said coldly: "As long as you are strong enough, you should naturally come to me."

His icy gaze scanned the sword ghost from top to bottom and said, "Draw your sword."

Sword Demon suddenly laughed, abruptly and nervously, as if he had heard something very interesting.

He said, "I don't want to."

Ximen Chuuxue's air-conditioning is not only strong, it can freeze people into popsicles.

The sword ghost said: "Even if you want to compare swords, I can only find you, not you."

He seemed to have a good point.

The sword ghost said: "Forgive you once."

The person he was talking to was not Ximen Chuuxue, but Zhang Wanrou who was opposite.

He seems to have seen through something.

Sword Demon said again: "Since there are so many people here, I can't let you come in vain."

The onlookers didn't dare to make a sound, they didn't know what the sword ghost meant.

The sword ghost said: "I like playing games very much. If you want to get the treasure map, you can play a game with me."

No one dared to speak out.

Even though they were extremely curious about the treasure map, they didn't dare to speak out.

Because Ximen Chuuxue was by his side.

The sword ghost said: "Go to Jin Jiuling and dig out his eyes. The left eye and right eye must be a pair, and don't try to use other people's eyes to fool you."

He said: "If anyone dares to fool me, I will also dig out his eyes."

shudder.

The sword ghost said: "Bring Jin Jiuling's eyes here, and I will naturally tell you where the treasure map is."

His voice was very pleasant.