Window Han Xiling

"It's me." The woman's soft voice sounded like a sigh.

Qian Qiuxue came out from the shadows and said, "Master."

I haven't seen her for two years, but she looks even better, she is so transparent, it seems that she can't see the light.

His weak wrist seems to be unable to hold a sword, but no one knows his actual ability.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

She looked very sad, but thousands of words turned into a soft sentence of "Long time no see."

"You killed it?" Zhuo Zhuo asked.

"I said no, does the master believe it?"

Two years ago, she also asked the same question, Zhuo Zhuo said yes, but she was thrown aside in a blink of an eye.

"I believe."

Qian Qiuxue smiled lowly, like a little hook, "I killed it."

The snow-white sword light illuminated the scorching face.

Qian Qiuxue has only seen her draw her sword twice, once against Qi Lian and once... against her.

Zhuo Zhuo drew his sword because he had the intention to kill.

"Master Fang poisoned my father and killed my brother, why can't I kill him?" Qian Qiuxue asked puzzledly, with a hint of bewilderment in her beautiful eyes.

"He was my father's friend in vain and had an affair with my mother." Her smile grew bigger and bigger, but her eyes were as strange as ice and snow in Minshan Mountain, "and gave birth to a bastard like me. Later my father found out In this matter, the mother died of depression. He thought that the father killed the mother, poisoned the father, and killed the elder brother."

"He was afraid that I would avenge my family, break my tendons, and rescue me hypocritically. Little did he know, I already knew it was him."

Qian Qiuxue spread her hands, "I found out that Qi Ao also wanted to kill the leader, so what should I do? That's what I wanted to kill, so I killed him."

"You are simply insane!" Zhuo Zhuo said angrily.

"Yeah, that's how I am. My father didn't hurt me, my mother didn't love me, and only my master treated me well." She looked at Zhuo Zhuo with crooked eyes, "I regret it, I really regret it when I see you suffering so much, I want to call it quits, but you..."

She said softly, with an indelible gloom between her brows, "Why did you lie to me!"

The gentle painted skin is torn, and only resentment and madness remain.

"If you want my life, I can give it willingly, but why do you lie to me?"

Zhuo Zhuo watched the tears fall from her frosty face, touched it lightly with his hand, and said, "Because, I don't like it anymore."

"I regret it." She said: "If I knew this earlier, I would have killed you with my own hands back then, and I would not have kept you to this day."

"It's a pity." Qian Qiuxue said: "There is no medicine for regret in this world."

The sword mixed with anger stabbed in front of her, she didn't move or hide, only ecstasy remained in her heart.

How nice it is to die by her hands, she will remember her forever.

Whether it's resentment or hatred, he will never forget her throughout his life.

No pain, just blood.

scorching blood.

No surprise, no anger, no joy, no anger, no resentment, no hatred.

How can she do it?

The force of backlash killed her in an instant, her meridians were broken, and she didn't even struggle.

Qian Qiuxue watched her fall helplessly.

She froze for a long time before realizing that the master had fallen in front of her.

How can it be so easy to die?

Just kidding.

"Master, get up, the ground is cold." She said.

"Master, stop making trouble, you scared me, master." She imitated her tone when she was a teenager.

"Master?" She tremblingly extended her hand towards Zhuo Zhuo.

No snort.

She thought about it, picked him up, and walked towards Minshan.

She put the body under the tree, then went to buy more than a dozen cars of kerosene, poured it on the snow beside the tree in one breath, and then gently blew on the fire.

The sky suddenly lit up.

The heat melted the snow and ice, exposing the dark land.

The peach tree was originally covered in snow, and half-dead flower buds poked out their heads.

Qian Qiuxue hugged Zhuo Zhuo in her arms, and stroked her hair.

"Master," her voice was crying, "Look, the flowers are blooming."

The flowers are really blooming.

"master."

The flowers fell on the scorching face.

The blood dyed her white clothes red, which was more beautiful than peach blossoms.

"master."

She dug a hole with her hands and put the man in.

The fire swept over him, he felt hot and cold at the same time, and his lower body had already lost consciousness.

She can die so carelessly, but she can't.

She covered Zhuo Zhuo's body with snow and soil, and kissed her lightly before covering her face.

The fire spread.

Not far from Hanoi, there are still large ships coming and going.

……

The fire burned for seventeen days. After the fire was extinguished, some Mingjiao disciples went up the mountain to check, and found that all the trees had been burned. In the place where the old peach tree was, there was a charred corpse.

Looking again, the person buried under the tree was actually Zhuo Zhuo.

The corpse has not yet decomposed, and peach blossoms are still falling on the hair.

Mingjiao disciples brought Zhuozhuo's body back to the ancestral hall for burial.

As for the unknown body, it was buried under the old tree.

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