Yang Huhuan looked at the circle of friends.

Wang Han posted a very sultry WeChat Moments. The photo is of a sea of ​​flowers, the rearview mirror of a car, and in the rearview mirror there is a sea of ​​flowers gradually receding and a swaying wind chime.

There is also a very blurry photo.

That photo was taken very well, and it seemed like it was of a person who wanted to forget but couldn't.

The high priest glanced at it.

Yang Huhuan laughed and said, "When you are about to die, you still post this on Moments!"

The high priest also took a look.

Then he chuckled.

"Young people are still young people after all. Most of the time they think about love and love. What is the need to think about a dead woman?"

Yang Huhuan read it again, "It turns out that I miss my dead lover. High Priest, you are really amazing. I still don't understand what he is expressing."

The high priest snorted coldly.

"Young man! Those who are trapped in love are trash!"

Yang Huhuan glanced at the high priest secretly.

I muttered in my heart how awesome you are. You made Granny Sugar suffer a lot back then, and even after she died, you designed a top tank for the candle dragon to eat.

After all, I still didn't dare to show what was in my heart on my face.

The high priest looked excited.

It seems that I have been waiting for this day for too long.

He turned his head and glanced at Yang Huhuan.

"I asked you to send people to Jiangning City to keep an eye on it. How did it go?"

Yang Huhuan said quickly, "High Priest, you are indeed very knowledgeable. We sent people to keep an eye on the past few days. Today we found that Wang Han's wife showed up, and several young people from the Ten Guys Association also showed up. ."

The high priest patted the hem of his clothes casually.

He said two words lightly.

"Caught!"

Yang Huhuan thought for a moment, "High Priest, Di Lao..."

"The one named Emperor is still in seclusion right now, so don't pay any attention to him."

Seeing that Yang Huhuan was still hesitant to speak, the high priest smiled and said, "Are you wondering why it takes so much trouble to kill Wang Han, but others don't care at all?"

"right!"

"Because this Wang Han is the hard work of the surnamed Emperor. In other words, even if the surnamed Emperor lets himself die, he will not let his precious apprentice die. He is still the son of Wang Muhou. Under various identities, Wang Han After death, the person named Emperor may go crazy.

Others named Emperor are not that important."

Yang Huhuan nodded and said no more.

....

Shangguan Jie poured a cup of tea and handed it to Master Honglian.

"Didn't you go to that place?"

Master Honglian took a sip of tea and said, "I was about to go, but Zhuhonglu sent me a message, saying that he was coming to handle this matter. After thinking about it carefully, I felt more and more something was wrong. On the way back, I gradually understood, This is a trap by the emperor, a trap that has plotted against the entire world, hum, the emperor’s plot is not small!"

Shangguan Jie held the teacup and looked at Wang Han, who was hiding in the dark in the distance.

Looked at the other side again.

Yang Saner dressed as Wang Han.

The two people were almost identical, so much so that Shangguan Jie and Honglian were a little confused.

"What is this kid planning?" Honglian asked in confusion.

Shangguan Jie shook his head, "I don't know. You'll know just by looking at it. Hum, what kind of good things can be taught by the emperor."

Master Honglian glanced at Shangguan Jie, "Listening to this tone, have you been tricked by this little guy?"

Shangguan Jie snorted coldly, "I, Shangguan Jie, have been struggling in the world for so many years. I am the only one who plays tricks on others. Who would play tricks on me? What a joke!!!"

As he spoke, the hand on his leg involuntarily clenched into a fist, and his masseter muscles wriggled.

While the two were talking.

A car slowly appeared in sight.

A handsome version of Monk Dengcao jumped out of the car.

He held the knife in his hand and glanced in the direction of Yang San'er.

After seeing Yang San'er who looked exactly like Wang Han, Yuezakimon rushed towards Yang San'er crazily.

Come to the front.

Tsukisakimon held down the knife.

"Meet your Excellency again!"

Yang San'er turned his head, his vertical pupils facing Yuezakimon.

The fake evil spirit slowly emerged from his sleeves, with a faint evil aura lingering around him.

He looked horrified, "You're not dead!"

Tsukisakimon holds the sword in his backhand.

"I couldn't kill you, I'm not willing to die!"

Yang Saner carried a fake god in his hand, looking like he was facing a formidable enemy.

Tsukisakimon is holding a sword.

"Today, your Excellency and I can only live one life!"

Yang San'er held the god in his hand and sneered, "I'll let you chop first!"

Tsukisakimon laughed.

"Since you are so confident, I will take action!"

Yang San'er dismissed it.

One hand was still behind his back.

"It only takes one hand to kill you!"

Tsukisakimon smiles coldly.

"I like your character very much, but I am very angry at your words!"

Choking!

The light of the knife flashed.

Tsukisakimon stood behind Yang San'er.

Then I saw Yang Saner's head that looked exactly like Wang Han flying.

In the distance, Shangguan Jie and Honglian were both confused.

"What... is this kid doing? Faking death? What happens next? Do we need to take action?"

Shangguan Jie didn't know why and was about to speak.

He saw a flash of fire in front of Tsukisakimon in the blink of an eye.

Tsukisakimon is confused.

Suddenly I felt like a crisis was coming.

Still haven't reacted.

Chest exploded!

Blood flowers bloom from the heart.

Like a blooming mandala.

Tsukisakimon staggered back two steps.

He turned his head and looked in a certain direction.

Just when I saw that place, a figure slowly stood up.

Carrying the God-Slaying Spear.

Showing a trademark smile.

Tsukisakimon choked out a mouthful of blood and fell down suddenly.

Upon seeing this, Shangguan Jie and Honglian stood up one after another, looking horrified.
To be continued...