Traveling through the troubled world

There was white snow floating in the sky, but the ground was scarlet.The cold snow is also melted by the warm blood, but it is a pity that in the end, the blood will still be covered by the overwhelming snow. In the end, all the grievances and hatred will not leave a trace.

Qiu Zhanyun and He Lianxi, they were supposed to be lovers who have overcome the worldly vision, but although they agree with each other tenderly, they miscalculated the grievances and grievances in the world.Now the green grass and the fragrant soul, apart from the white snow, there is only long-lasting hatred left in this world.

Zhang Wu'an's hand was frozen in the air for a long time, it was already red from the cold, Wan Tubuli was just about to hold the man's hand and put it into the thick fur, but found that Zhang Wu'an bent down just as he did before, and picked up the The magic weapon that was thrown in the snow.

At this moment, the blood color on the dagger faded slightly due to the mixture of snow water, revealing the bright red color of Huoxuan Steel due to blood soaking.Zhang Wuan clearly saw a bright red peony blooming on the blade in an extremely gorgeous posture.It turned out that the subtle patterns seen in the foundry before were the peony patterns.And it can only be seen when it is soaked in blood and changes color.

"So he knew." Zhang Wu'an looked at the dagger and muttered to himself, "He knew that Helian didn't know, that's why his favorite peony was on the dagger. He would do this, but he just didn't want Helian No more pain."

Wan Tengbuli closed his eyes deeply, the snow was still falling, with no tendency to stop at all, it was icy cold when it hit the person's face.

After a long time, Wan Qi did not leave before ordering the burial of all the people in Mingjian Villa.Since then, there is no longer a famous sword villa in the rivers and lakes.At the same time, no one will know how the people in Mingjian Villa died overnight and were buried. This will always be a mystery in the world.

In the evening, the snow was still falling, falling like goose feathers.Because of the heavy snow, the sky turned gloomy early. When the last person in Mingjian Villa was buried, a little boy who was about ten years old ran out from nowhere and held the corpse to prevent him from being buried. The man who lived without a stele.

It's really chilling for such a young child to have such resentful eyes.

The person who was about to bury the body turned his head to look at Wan Tengbuli helplessly, "Master, this..."

Wan Tengbuli walked over and looked down at the boy, "Is this man your father?"

"Devil! You are all devils!" the boy said bitterly, as if he could drink his blood and eat his flesh if he could.

"Your father was not killed by us, he committed suicide." Wan Teng Buli's expression was flat, and the gentle smile of the past was gone.

"I don't care!" The boy seemed about to cry, but he wiped his eyes fiercely and said stubbornly, "It's all you! If you don't come, my father won't die! You kill me! Otherwise, wait until I grow up I will definitely seek revenge on you."

"If you really want to seek revenge from us, you should give in at this time, and then let us guard against you and let you go, so that you will have a chance to seek revenge from us in the future." Zhang Wuan walked slowly step by step, perhaps because he was in the snow. After staying in the field for too long, his face was a little blue, and his lips were bloodless, "But now you are in front of us, in order to avoid future troubles, even if you are only a child, we have to kill you, so that future trouble."