Duan Xiyang snorted, still thinking hard. After a long time, he said: "Are you going to find Dong Changfeng?"

"yes."

"Then do you want him to die, or do you want him to live?"

"I hope he lives."

"Why?"

"Because I have no backer here."

One question and one answer.

All very fast.

The question was thrilling, and the answer was extremely candid.

Duan Xiyang stopped asking.

He said calmly: "Go ahead."

Fang Che mustered up his courage and said, "I have a request."

"No!"

Duan Xiyang refused directly.

"yes."

Duan Xiyang was silent for a moment and said: "If you succeed in a thousand years..."

But before he finished speaking, he said directly: "Go ahead."

Ever since Fang Che came in, the killing intent in the domain space has been echoing.

Duan Xiyang came to appreciate it a little later, but his murderous intention never weakened.

Duan Xiyang himself was surprised.

This person is a member of his own sect, and he is a genius who has penetrated the enemy. He is also a rare master among the younger generation, but how can his instinct to kill be so strong?

I have obviously taught him something, but my murderous intention has not weakened at all.

There is always an impulse in my heart: kill him! Kill him! Kill him!

Duan Xiyang originally wanted to kill him, but after knowing his identity, he naturally couldn't do it - a subordinate sect arranged for a traitor to enter the guard hall and achieve the position of chief deacon.

How much effort does it take to do it?

Although Duan Xiyang didn't know this, he also knew it was difficult.

So after he understood it, he directly asked Fang Che to withdraw from his field.

Fang Che felt dazed for a while and had already returned to the city wall.

The white clothes fluttered in front of me, and the sunset rose in the sky and flew away on the wind.

He didn't even say a word and just left.

…

Fang Che sat down on the city wall.

Cold sweat broke out all over my body.

This trip was a complete escape from death.

On the top of the head, water flowed down from the hair, and the whole person felt as if he had been showered in a heavy rain.

Although there are countless scriptures supporting the immortality of the spiritual platform, when Duan Xiyang asks questions, he has no control over how to answer!

All are the truest words!

During this period, if Duan Xiyang really asked: "Are you a guardian or a person who is orthodox?"

Then my answer is one thousand percent in three words: Guardian!

Because, under the weight of the bones, it is impossible to lie!

Fortunately, Duan Xiyang is not from Yin Shen Palace, nor is he one of those old and cunning people!

But Fang Che's heart was still beating wildly.

This time it’s Duan Xiyang, what about next time?

Who's next?

As long as there is a caring person who doubts me a little and calms my mind, what secrets can I keep?

If you can't even keep a secret, then why should you be an undercover agent?

Fang Che clearly knows that there are absolutely very few people like Duan Xiyang, and there are probably only a few people in the entire continent who can do this.

But this is still a hidden danger.

At the very least... among the nine deputy chief leaders of the Weiwo Orthodox Sect, at least six or seven can do this!

What to do if you meet them?

There is no room for luck.

But how can I strengthen this aspect? Can I do it after upgrading the Infinite Sutra?

Fang Che was confused in the night wind, with no clue at all.

One sentence in my mind was particularly clear.

"I learned my gun from the sky, from the wind, from the mountains, from the sun, from the sea, from the stars, and even from the dead."

This sentence, combined with his own perfect marksmanship and Junlin's marksmanship philosophy, suddenly gave him the feeling of being a member of the Ten Thousand Dao Dynasty.

It shocked him.

Sitting on the battlements on the city wall, motionless.

Fang Che suddenly felt that his thoughts had suddenly become a mess.

It seems that something is being put together, but something is being taken apart.

He sat quietly, motionless.

The breeze is blowing softly, the bright moon is in the sky, the stars are blinking, and the sunset has long since disappeared.

…

Duan Xiyang was walking on the road outside the city, feeling inexplicably happy.

Even the night wind blowing in my face was a bit soft.

I remembered what the little guy said.

"Why did you learn to shoot?"

"Because of you!"

"Why?"

"Victory over you!"

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Duan Xiyang's mouth.

Interesting little guy.

He has absolute self-confidence, and under the power of his own bones, even those of the same level as him would have a hard time resisting, let alone a young man as small as a shrimp.

Therefore, these two sentences definitely come from the heart.

It was a little weird to think that I had met the Night Demon by such a coincidence, so I took out the communication jade and sent a message to Yan Nan: "Yan Wu, guess who I met?"

Yan Nan was happy when he saw a message from Duan Xiyang, so he replied: "Have you met your Xiaoxue?"

Duan Xiyang's face darkened.

What is there to encounter in Xue Fuxiao?

Said: "In Baiyun Continent, I met a Venus deacon guarding the main hall, named Fang Che; he has great potential."

Yan Nan suddenly became nervous: "I'm sorry...you didn't kill him, did you?"

"I didn't kill him. When I was about to kill him, this guy told me that he was a night demon."

Duan Xiyang snorted: "He's one of ours."

Yan Nan breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay that I didn't kill him. I'll keep this little guy for great use!"

Then he asked with great interest: "What do you think of this little guy?"

"The gun bone is made in heaven. A very good seedling." Duan Xiyang said.

"Gun bone?"

Yan Nan was stunned. We are not talking about the same person, right? Why did he become a gun bone?

"Are you sure you met a night demon?"
To be continued...