Hey, you are reborn too?

Are you going to die again?

No, I am not reconciled!

At that moment, Xie Yongwei's eyes widened suddenly, her eyes were red, and the true energy in her chest quickly surged to the top of her head, protecting her crown and blocking the black-clothed man's sword from slashing down.

"what!"

Xie Yongwei shouted loudly, with a murderous look on her face. Her whole body was shaking, her fists were clenched, and she stared at the man in black.

Although his true energy temporarily resisted the sword, the man in black was also very skilled in martial arts. He realized that his sword was blocked and immediately called upon his internal strength to pour all his true energy into the sword.

Xie Yongwei frowned, gritted her teeth and stared at the sword, her arms hanging at her sides. It was not that she didn't want to block the sword with her hands, but she was forced by the pressure of the sword and couldn't move her hands.

Cold sweat broke out at the temples. Even though Xie Yongwei fought desperately, she was still not strong enough and could only watch the sword fall inch by inch, slowly and steadily approaching her crown.

Suddenly, a strong pressure came, and in an instant, the sword hanging above Xie Yongwei's head was swept away by another sword flashing with cold light. The swords met, making a violent metal friction sound.

The familiar smell of medicine hit Xie Yongwei's nostrils. She was still in a daze when a figure suddenly appeared between Xie Yongwei and the man in black like lightning.

The man in black thought he would succeed this time, but he didn't expect someone to show up halfway.

Who is this person? Why is he so powerful? Who is he?

"Who are you?" The man in black was forced to take several steps back, gritting his teeth, and was unable to withstand the sharp sword wind. "We have no hatred or grudges against each other, so please don't interfere with my mission!"

"No grudges or grudges."

Jiang Mian looked indifferent, and did not comment on the black-clothed man's statement. A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he made a sword flower in his hand, and then imitated the black-clothed man's behavior just now, and swung his sword in the air, slashing at the black-clothed man's head.

The sword was extremely sharp, or the person holding the sword was extremely strong, because when it hit the bone, it did not encounter any resistance at all, and it fell straight down, cutting to the bottom with one sword.

The man in black died without even a groan. His eyes bulged out, and he fell slowly to the ground, his eyes still open.

Oh, the people from Xuantian Sword Sect are just useless. So many people beat up a little girl, but the girl still escaped.

The old man in the hidden place curled his lips, looked at him with disgust, stretched out his hand to put the golden insect into the Gu, and put it away carefully.

It doesn't matter if these people from Xuantian Sword Sect are gone, but I released so many puppet Gu, and only one came back. The old man narrowed his eyes, and there was a gleam of calculation in his eyes. This is inconsistent with what I said before.

A week ago, the leader of Xuantian Sword Sect approached him, Miaojiang Gu King, and said that he wanted to ask him for help with something. Thinking that he had no friendship with Xuantian Sword Sect, Miaojiang Gu King declined.

But the leader of Xuantian Sword Sect did not give up, and said that if the Miaojiang Gu King could complete the task for him, he could help the Gu King obtain the treasure in the Dayuan Palace, the rumored king of all Gu - Tiancan Gu.

Miaojiang Gu King couldn't bear the temptation, and after a little thought, he agreed to the Xuantian Sword Sect's leader. This task was simple to say, just use the puppet Gu to control the people around the girl so that they can't rescue the girl when she is trapped.

Miaojiang Gu King was always cruel and merciless, but this time, when he saw the delicate little girl, he felt a little sympathy in his heart. The reason was that the girl looked too much like an old friend of his.

The remaining bit of compassion prevented him from putting a curse on the maidservant beside the girl. Maybe he also hoped that the girl could escape.

Miaojiang Gu King was originally worried that he had only cast the poison and had not used any ruthless force, and that the people of Xuantian Sword Sect would expose him to their Xuantian Sword Sect leader. Now, all the people of Xuantian Sword Sect have been killed, and he, Miaojiang Gu King, has no worries.

As for the truth of the matter, the Xuantian Sword Sect's leader could only know it from him. The truth spoken by him, the Xuantian Sword Sect's leader had to believe it whether he wanted to or not!

This little girl is also strange. Why did she provoke the ruthless leader of Xuantian Sword Sect?

Miaojiang Gu King shook his head lightly, not wanting to bother with so much, and planned to run away. It was not that he did not want to argue with the man who killed the other puppet Gu, but since the man could kill the puppet Gu, his cultivation must be very high, so it would be better for him not to provoke him.

As for the few puppet Gu that he had lost, he would let the leader of Xuantian Sword Sect compensate for it.

Xie Yongwei felt her breathing trembling. She saw the person in front of her wipe the blood off the sword with a cloth. He turned his wrist, adjusted the direction of the sword, and sheathed it smoothly.

"I scared you." Jiang Mian turned around and saw Xie Yongwei's expression was dull and bloodless. His eyelids drooped slightly, and the oppressive aura around him slowly withdrew. "Awei."

"No," Xie Yongwei trembled slightly, her voice trembling slightly, soft but firm, like the sound of snow falling in winter, "I was not scared."

No matter how bloody this scene was, for Xie Yongwei, it could not be compared with the tragic death of herself and her children in Fengyi Palace in her previous life.

Snow fell on Xie Yongwei's eyelashes. She blinked slightly and the snowflakes fell to the ground. Under the dim light, her light yellow cape was covered with snowflakes, dyed almost pure white. Xie Yongwei's eyes were a little sad, but more of it was calm. She just stared into the void in silence.

Xie Yongwei's face was pale, almost blending into the "plain" cloak on her body. She stood quietly in the snow, her eyes, which used to be clear and bright, now had no spirit. The weak light reflected her thin figure on the snow. The dim light seemed to indicate that Xie Yongwei would fly away with the white snow in the next moment.

Jiang Mian's heart trembled, and she couldn't help thinking of Xie Yongwei's tragic death in Fengyi Palace in her previous life. She tilted her head slightly, frowned slightly, and her eyes were not closed, still staring at the child. That was the proof of their love.

Jiang Mian suddenly felt a little breathless, his brows furrowed and his lips pursed tightly. Suppressing the pain in his heart, Jiang Mian took a step forward anxiously. He was taller than Xie Yongwei, and at this moment, he leaned forward slightly to block the falling snow for Xie Yongwei.

"Mian Lang, I just hate you," Xie Yongwei blinked lightly, clenched the handkerchief in her hand, lowered her eyelids, and stared at the sword on Jiang Mian's waist, "I hate that I have no ability to protect myself, and I hate that I need your help every time I am in trouble. If you hadn't helped me just now, I would have died now, and I can't say another word to you."

The fate of his father and brother being suspected and plotted against by the emperor could no longer be changed.

The north wind was blowing fiercely, and Xie Yongwei's voice was a little vague in the wind. Jiang Mian had just used the Rainbow Heart Technique, and now he felt a sudden pain in his heart. Over the years, in order to resist this pain, Jiang Mian has become accustomed to letting his five senses gradually numb when the life-and-death attacks occur, and he would find a safe and secluded place to rest for several days, and then he would get through it.

At this moment, even if the north wind blew past Jiang Mian's ears, he could still ignore it. Xie Yongwei's voice was so small that it was like silence to him. How could he hear it?