Trembling and stretching out his hands to carefully pick up the girl from the cold ground and embrace her, Mu Ziru's eyes were wet.

When the tears fell, Mu Ziru opened his mouth in a trembling voice, but only two slight syllables were uttered: "Fan Yue......"

The girl lying in Mu Ziru's arms smiled suddenly when she heard those two words, but it was not as beautiful as before, but it revealed a paleness of death, which made people feel sad at the same time.

I saw that the girl smiled and raised her bloodstained, trembling right hand to one side of Mu Ziru's cheek, and said word by word in her voice that was as moving as a yellow warbler but now broken: "Son, Confucian, brother, brother...... Month, child, to, for, now, life, again, also, see, no, to, you, ......"

Every time she said a word, Fan Yue spit out a mouthful of blood, and before she finished speaking, the blood spit out of her mouth had already soaked Mu Ziru and her own clothes.

I only heard Fan Yue continue to say intermittently: "Can, again, see, to, you, really, good...... Month, child, no, hate, you ......"

The moment the words fell, Fan Yue's right hand that caressed Mu Ziru's cheek hung down weakly, and the bright eyes that had been looking at Mu Ziru from beginning to end finally closed weakly, and in this life, they would never open again.

"Fan Yue!Fan Yue!!Fan Yue!!" Looking at the bright eyes that could not be closed, Mu Ziru was completely panicked, hugged his body tightly in his arms, which was gradually stiff and cold, and shouted one after another, hoping to wake up Fan Yue with his shout.

On the other side, the man wearing the mask, who had been fighting against the Wu clan with ease, heard Mu Ziru's shout, and his eyes behind the mask flashed with a cold light, and his movements became more and more fierce.

When the people of the Wu clan were almost unable to resist the masked man's moves, he suddenly withdrew his hand and rushed to Mu Ziru's side, and then when everyone didn't react, he grabbed Mu Ziru's shoulders and took Mu Ziru into the air and took off to the roof of the Wu clan's ancestral hall.

was suddenly pulled away, and Fan Yue, who was in Mu Ziru's arms, fell to the ground, lying alone in a pool of blood, with a shallow smile on her face that had not had time to disappear.

Standing on the roof of the Wu Clan's ancestral hall and looking at Fan Yue lying on the ground, Mu Ziru wanted to shout Fan Yue's name, but he couldn't make the slightest sound.

When Mu Ziru struggled to go down, the masked man who was pulling Mu Ziru's shoulder threw two black projectiles towards the place where the Wu clan gathered most densely.

With the sound of two explosions, in an instant, black smoke rose from the square in front of the ancestral hall of the Wu clan, and in the black smoke, the screams were endless.

Mu Ziru was rescued, but because he was trapped in the Wu clan for half a month, he was tortured by the Wu clan with too much Gu poison, and Mu Ziru lay in bed for nearly three months before his body gradually recovered.

During the three months he was lying in bed, Mu Ziru was very silent, no matter what the masked man said to him, or treated him for Gu poison, Mu Ziru was silent.

Although Mu Ziru's temperament has always been uncertain, he has never been as taciturn as he was then.

The first thing he did when he got up from the hospital bed was that Mu Ziru wanted to go to the Wu Clan to retrieve Fan Yue's body, but the man wearing the mask told Mu Ziru that Fan Yue's body had already been crushed by the Wu clan, and there was not even scum left.

At that time, when he heard the news, Mu Ziru's first reaction was to reach out and grab the placket of the masked man's clothes, and roared and asked him: "Don't you know how to phantom traces? Aren't you very strong in martial arts? Why didn't you bring Fan Yue's body out with you at that time? Why! Why did you leave her there alone!!

The man wearing the mask let Mu Ziru viciously tug at the placket of his clothes, and his tone was very light: "The Wu Clan has already placed a spell on you when they caught you, no matter whether you live or die, as long as you leave the range of the Wu Clan, you will turn into a pool of blood. The reason why you can still leave the range of the Wu Clan alive is that I used ninety percent of my internal strength to protect all the tendons and veins in your body from being eroded by the Gu spell, so as to buy time to lift the Gu curse, otherwise do you think you can survive until now? I have done my best to save you alone, and if I bring a corpse, even I will be dragged down. I saved you only because you would be useful to me in the future, otherwise I would not have made a move at all! If you want to go back and die, I will not stop you, but you must think clearly, if you see that girl under the Nine Springs after you die, how will you explain to her. ”

At that moment, Mu Ziru was silent.

At this point, Fan Yue, the girl with a smile as beautiful as fireworks in the prosperous era, has become the indelible wound in Mu Ziru's heart, and the past that he does not want to recall.

Walking on the dirt road in the village, Mu Ziru was still in a good mood at the moment, he thought, is he really too lucky today? He actually met the Ten Elders of the Wu Clan, the Living Yama, and wiped out the Living Yama very smoothly!

Walking to the plane tree in front of the entrance of the village, untying the reins of the horse, Mu Ziru turned over on the horse in a dashing manner, no longer looking at the village filled with the disgusting smell of blood, Mu Ziru turned the horse's head and left.

Only after driving the horse took two steps, as if thinking of something, Mu Ziru grabbed the reins of the horse again and stopped.

I saw Mu Ziru, who was riding on a horse, reach into his arms and take out a palm-sized flat black lacquered wooden box, open the lid of the box, and inside was a wriggling blood-red worm, which made people look a little sick and sick to their stomachs.

Looking at the wriggling blood-red worm in the black lacquered wooden box, the corners of Mu Ziru's mouth suddenly hooked up with an evil smile.

But he saw that Mu Ziru suddenly poured the blood worm in the wooden box in his hand to the ground, and let it turn into dirty blood after it landed.

Riding the red glow in the sky, Mu Ziru raised his horse whip and continued to gallop in the direction of Jiangnan. In the village behind Mu Ziru, as the blood-red insect turned into dirty blood, the sound of explosions continued to sound, and it never stopped for a long time.

Three years ago, in the deep winter of the year after Fan Yue's death, Mu Ziru, who had fully recovered his body, made full preparations and went to the Wu clan in the western frontier of Dazhang Country with a large number of poison and silver needles.

Mu Ziru did not do it for revenge, not for hatred, but for the Wu clan to remember, as long as he Mu Ziru lived, he would not let them go, and he and their Wu clan were incompatible!!

In the middle of winter that year, although Mu Ziru was still injured a lot, and he lay on the bed for almost a month and a half before recovering, he killed the Great Elder of the Wu Clan, poisoned the eyes of the Ten Elders of the Wu Clan, and disfigured the Living Yama. Counting those scattered ones, they also killed a lot of Wu clansmen, relatively speaking, it was Mu Ziru who made it.

Fan Yue's sentence "I don't hate you" before he died, Mu Ziru will never forget jì in this life.

Mu Ziru actually hoped that Fan Yue would hate him, and Mu Ziru knew that if it weren't for him, the more than 100 villagers in Fan Yue's village would not all have become sacrifices of the Wu clan, and if it weren't for him, Fan Yue would not have died so miserably, at least ...... At least a little more comfortable to die!

But why! Why didn't she hate him! She should hate him! She should have scolded him like the villagers and cursed him for not dying well, at least that...... He'll feel a little better.

However, Fan Yue said that she didn't hate him. She Fan Yue, she doesn't hate him Mu Ziru!

It was also in the deep winter of that year that Mu Ziru swore in front of the mound he gave Fan Yueli that in his lifetime, he Mu Ziru would destroy the Wu clan with his own hands and avenge Fan Yue!

Time flies, the catastrophe three years ago, although Mu Ziru finally saved the day, but in this life, he remembered that year, that day, so powerless, even incompetent.

For that oath, for the past three years, Mu Ziru has been working hard to study all the Qiē of the Wu Clan, from the origin of the Wu Clan, to the development of the Wu Clan, to the Poison Gu of the Wu Clan, and even the Witch Gu technique of the Wu Clan.

And in the past three years, Mu Ziru has also been constantly improving his own combat ability, striving not to lose to anyone anytime and anywhere, no matter what means are used!

Mu Ziru's efforts were not in vain, in the past three years, the people of the Wu clan, but anyone who encounters Mu Ziru will die in the hands of Mu Ziru, and the rest of them, Mu Ziru believes that one day, he will also kill them all.

He, one day, will fulfill his vow and let all the sluts of the Wu clan go to Fan Yue's funeral!

**

Night falls.

The deep blue night sky, dotted with stars, and a cold first quarter moon hung obliquely in the distant sky, adding a touch of chill to the dark night for no reason.

On the ground, the fire started by Lin Zhiwu and Mr. Lin Xiaoyang had been extinguished, and only the green smoke that could not be seen clearly in the night was slowly drifting.

Lin Zhiwu and Lin Xiaoyang were both sitting cross-legged on the ground by the path, sleeping with their backs against the same tree, just arms around and a long sword in their arms. Under a tree not far from the two of them, their horses were tied, and at this moment, the two horses were also resting on the ground.

"Jingle Bell Jingle Bell ......" A crisp sound like a wind chime suddenly drifted into this sparse forest from far and near, and Lin Zhiwu, who was already sleeping lightly, was immediately awakened by this strange sound.

Lin Zhiwu originally slept with his back against the trunk of the tree, but now he was sitting up straight, his right hand pressed on the hilt of the soft sword at his waist, and his expression on his face looked very vigilant.

Although Lin Xiaoyang is not as vigilant as Lin Zhiwu who even sleeps, after all, he has practiced martial arts for many years, and his ear power is excellent, and he can hear voices even in his sleep. So, Lin Xiaoyang also woke up immediately after Lin Zhiwu, but Lin Xiaoyang did not immediately make preparations for war like Lin Zhiwu.

"What sound?" Looking in the direction where the voice came from, Lin Xiaoyang was still a little sleepy-eyed, and asked Lin Zhiwu, who was sitting next to him with a guarded face, very suspiciously.

At this time, Lin Zhiwu also looked in the direction where the voice came, which was the way they came.

At the moment, it was pitch black, and all I could see vaguely was the ghostly trees and winding paths, and further afield, there was nothing to be seen. (To be continued.) )