Chapter 72 Feeling Wronged!

Here, the three dead warriors not only alarmed the surrounding monks, but also alarmed the pavilion in the town. Eight? One? Chinese w1w?w?. 88?18z8w?. com

It's just that Chief Ting usually only maintains the security of the people in the town. They can't intervene in matters like cultivators, not to mention the dead cultivators at the martial master level, which makes them even more difficult.

Therefore, they could only find a way to find out the identities of the three martial artists before notifying their families.

But this matter quickly spread in the town. After all, three martial masters died at once. Such a thing is not a trivial matter in this town.

As for these, Feng Jiu didn't care. After she returned to the courtyard, she entered the space to practice.

The black market mercenaries in the town seemed to have automatically avoided the task of hunting her. The next few days passed peacefully, and the two of them were busy practicing until, a few days later, Guan Xilin returned from going out to buy food. Lost and lost and walked into the yard.

"Brother?" Feng Jiu, who was playing Tai Chi in the courtyard, saw that something was wrong with him, so he called out, but didn't answer.

"Brother?" She called again, only to see him suddenly come back to his senses.

"Ah? Xiaojiu, did you call me?" He packed up his mood and looked at her, pulling out a smile, but he didn't know that his smile seemed reluctant.

"What's the matter with you? Is something wrong?" she asked, approaching him.

Guan Xilin lowered his head in silence and did not speak.

"Don't want to tell me? Then I won't ask."

Hearing this, he hurriedly raised his head: "No, Xiao Jiu, just, just..."

He looked at her for a long while, and his tone was a little awkward: "I went out to buy things, and heard news from the family that my cousin is getting married."

After having known each other for so long, she never asked about his origins, his family, and similarly, he never asked hers. And this time, it was the first time she heard him mention his family.

"You want to go back to his wedding?"

Involuntarily, his hand touched the healed wound on his waist and abdomen, and his voice was a little sad: "Xiao Jiu, do you know? I have been raised under my uncle's lap since I was six years old, with my cousin. We practice martial arts together, and although I am not a compatriot, I have always respected him and regarded him as my brother, but I never thought that he would suddenly kill me from behind."

"If you hadn't rescued me, I think I'd be dead now. I never understood why he wanted to kill me, but when I heard that he was about to kiss, I knew it was for her."

"She?" She was a little stunned.

"Well, the woman who married him is the third daughter of the Ke family, Ke Xinya. She was the fiancee that my father ordered for me back then."

Hearing this, Feng Jiu's eyes widened, a little dumbfounded, what is this all about? He was assassinated by his cousin and his fiancee was robbed? She looked at him with some sympathy, and felt that her cheap brother was really not an ordinary sad reminder.

Looking at him with a lonely expression, she asked curiously, "Brother, do you like that girl?"

Guan Xilin shook his head: "I can't talk about liking, it's just that I knew she was my woman when I was young, and now I hear that she is going to marry someone else, and that person is my cousin, I feel bad. Wronged."

"Pfft!"

She couldn't help laughing out loud, and when she saw his annoyed stare, she quickly held back: "Okay, I don't laugh, I don't laugh." But the corners of the grinning mouth couldn't be stopped. Smile overflowing.