At night, it was the most lively time for places like Luohongyuan. Then when the night was too late, on the contrary, at that time, when Luohongyuan was most relaxed in defense, most of the guests had left and returned home, and there were always fewer people staying in such places.

But in fact, no matter how many people there are, there is not much difference, because Jian Ren is like a ghost, and it can easily swim around with the structural map in the fallen courtyard. During the process of Jian Ren, people are wary and feel that there is something different, and they are not careless and relaxed. It is just that at the same time, Jian Ren Ren's fingers silently cut off the other party's throat like a sword blade.

Can Ren's progress was not blocked at all, Can Ren pushed away the room where it should be colorful with expressionless expression.

Even in the early morning, someone will always push open the colorful room door. It is difficult for those who push the door to guess who it is. It may be the chief ward, it may be Lao Jiu, it may be a martial arts master who loves Binfan and has great martial arts skills, or even a wealthy family who is very valuable but has not won the money to see Binfan. They often spend a lot of money to open up the joints and take this opportunity to meet Binfan at this time.

In short, since Binfen came to Luohongyuan and since Binfen became famous, he has long been used to being pushed open by someone without warning. Therefore, Binfen has long since lost the habit of locking the door. Even if it is locked, the person who comes will still have a way to open it. Since this is the case, there is really no difference between locking and not locking.

I have seen people of all kinds of colors, of course, only refer to men.

When Can Ren pushed the door in, a cold wind brought in, which made Binfan, who happened to be insomnia tonight but was lying in the bedding, couldn't help but chill. Binfan saw clearly the man who slowly stepped into the room, wearing a robe with purple light and a very neatly combed long hair. Due to the light of the robe, the long hair looked like a dark purple color, like a ghost.

"Is there any tea?" Canren asked, his tone calm.

Binfen thought about the identity of this abnormal intruder, but only thought of two possibilities: one is a person with a higher status in the Luohongyuan organization, and the other is a master sent by a hostile organization to assassinate himself. Before Can Ren pushed the door, there was no abnormal sound outside.

The words of the sacrificial words made Binfon feel much more at ease, at least, they didn’t look like a killer. Binfon had a charming smile on his face. In the dark night, the eyes were still shining with a seductive light. Binfon did not increase his clothes. If he had to take them off after a while, why should he wear them extra clothes now?

When I came here at this time, I was a man, so of course I was going to bed with my own bed.

Binfen stood up and approached Canren, trying to add a cup of hot tea to Canren. Canren was about to take action, but Binfen suddenly spoke, and stopped at the same time taking the kettle, and said softly, "Are you here to kill me? Which gang are you from?" Canren's eyes were blurred, and he thought for a moment and said, "I remember, I am from Feiyuezhuang. I am here to kill you."

Binfen turned his back to Canren, and slowly turned around, whispering, "What do you think, how am I?" Binfen looked at Canren's expression with a nervous mood, Canren's eyes, and confused. Binfen knew that he had failed. The beauty that originally relied on for survival and pride did not play a role that had not had many chances to succeed.

"I believe that the owner of Feiyue Manor must be more interested in the colorful things that are willing to join Feiyue Manor alive than the corpse." Can Ren was silent, unable to tell what he was thinking from his expression, nor could he judge Can Ren's attitude. Can Ren looked more like he was losing his mind.

Binfen bit her lower lip and said, "I suddenly guessed that your purpose was not because I had a high martial arts skills. I just suddenly thought that there were not many people in the world who owned the robe. At least there was only one person in the gang managed by Luohongyuan, but she was a woman. So, I realized that you were actually here to kill me. The reason why I wanted to drink tea was that I didn't want me to shout out immediately because of fear and startle others to increase trouble."

Can Ren murmured to himself, "No one should be. He likes his subordinates, which are changing repeatedly and changing. It should be none." Colorful tone tried to be as light as possible, for fear of being misunderstood by Can Ren, and misunderstood, he delayed time and waited for rescue. "But I want to survive. Since Luohongyuan can no longer guarantee my life safety, of course I can't continue to stay. I have no reason to use my life to express my loyalty to Luohongyuan. I just want to live more for money."

"I can give you half a quarter of an hour to pack up what you need to take away. I don't want you to come back here in the future and tell me that you still have something you haven't taken away and have to come back. I think Feiyue won't like to hear this news either." Canren's eyes returned to clearness, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Luohong packed up her things, Can Ren pressed her temple with one hand, and the tears on her waist became more intense in color.

...

Is there only revenge left to do?

What is important is not revenge, it is just not being able to find any concern.

Is this really the case?

Yes.

Then, what's left?

I'm left and myself left.

What are the tears doing? It makes me feel an unknown anger.

It is forcibly guiding me into the selfless mood.

What I practiced in the past was selflessness. Isn’t the martial arts of the Zixiao Sword Sect only by selflessness able to exert the strongest lethality? Why do I need it to force guidance?

That is not artistic conception, that is false artistic conception. I have no concern, everything that makes me worry about is long dead, but the sword just wants us to step into selflessness, but my consciousness is unwilling to do so because I am angry.

It really shouldn't have done this. I hate Tears' self-righteous actions, and I hate Tears' no priorities!

Yes, disgust. When there is only one who deserves concern and care in the world, there is no other existence, and I am qualified to interfere with my intentions and decisions, and tears are not enough.

...

Between heaven and earth, I live only for myself, love, no, hate, no...

The tears on Canren's waist were bright and bright, and then the color suddenly became dim. A contemptuous sneer appeared on the corner of Canren's mouth. Canren felt very happy. The tears were his weapon. What he needed was to obey his will. Canren't need tears to go against his inexplicable wishes.

This feeling is what makes people feel happy, comfortable and satisfied.

No matter how big the world is, the feelings and will of ‘I’ themselves are the only one, the only one that transcends the importance of all existence, and everything should be used by me and driven by me.

There is something more important than self-feeling in the world, which is love, which makes people be fooled and crazy. The feelings of love allow the self to obtain extremely strong pleasure and satisfaction. Only the word love is higher than all self-feelings.
Chapter completed!