Chapter 2268

Is there a realm above the ancient road and martial arts?

If so, what is the realm?

Why did Shangguan Wan'er almost succeed, but failed in the end?

Who is the mysterious swordsman who suddenly appears and saves Guan Wan'er?

Countless mysteries are still shrouded in night Hong's brain.

...

the snow that people in Kyoto thought would stop soon is getting bigger and bigger.

From small snowflakes, gradually upgraded to goose feather snow.

The whole of Kyoto is covered with silver frost.

By the time it gets dark, the thick snow has brought great inconvenience to the traffic in Kyoto.

More and more cold weather, also let countless Kyoto people choose to shrink at home.

Yehong, however, left the Yongguo pavilion under such circumstances and walked into the snow alone with a black cloth umbrella.

"It's time to recycle the bait.

It depends on what kind of big fish you catch this time. "

Night Hong murmured to himself, but his feet did not stop, and went to Shengyang district.

...

Yehong came to Ximen family again.

The gate he kicked yesterday has been re installed.

Two members of the family guard, rubbing their hands and breathing, stood shivering under the gate.

Seeing someone approaching, the two family guards who had just experienced the disaster for a short time immediately trembled with fear and cried nervously on their faces: "stop coming!"

Night Hong slightly raised the black cloth umbrella, exposed his face.

Two people Leng a Leng, immediately facial expression incomparably respectfully greets a way: "see overnight consultant!"

Night Hong slightly nods, raises the foot to walk toward the family.

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"No need."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted directly by Ye Hong.

Two people some are surprised to see night Hong walk into the back of the family.

Somehow, they always feel that the temperature around them is getting colder.

"Strange, isn't the night counselor in a bad mood?"

"Bang! We'll stop worrying about what the immortals are thinking. Just keep your mind at the door

Yehong met many busy Ximen family members along the way.

They are in the snow, repairing the house that was affected last night.

Daodao Dingwu stands on the earth again.

Seeing these Dingwu again, Ye Hong's heart suddenly has the feeling that the road is not clear.

It seems that these Ding houses are not simply houses for living.

It seems that there is a hazy veil over these tripod houses.

He glanced at the Ding houses and continued to walk towards the bronze hall.

On the way to see his Ximen family members, all stop at work, respectfully say hello.

When we came to the bronze hall, some people of Ximen family stayed in the hall, but we didn't see the figure of Ximen Qingcang.

Ye Hong ignored their greetings, put away the umbrella in his hand and went straight to the dungeon.

Compared with the last time I went to the dungeon, it was very lively at this time.

The people who had just been sent in this morning roared like madmen in a cell.

But when night Hong's figure appeared in the prison, they became silent.

Everyone was scared to the corner of the wall, and watched the night Hong walking by with frightened eyes.

Night Hong's step does not stop, came to the end of the dungeon.

That originally held Ximen Hongjie's cell, but now there is another figure.

Night Hong looks at that familiar figure, the corner of the mouth picks up a sneer.

"Big fish, you got the bait."