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"What is it?" Weiyang asked.

"It seems that my father wrote it to me." Purple Pupil looked carefully at the handwriting underneath the parchment scroll.

"Purple Pupil:

I'm sorry, I'm dead.

Don't feel sorry for me, I have a lot of regrets in this life, and the most gratifying thing is to have a daughter like you, although I can't see what you look like, but I know that you must be as beautiful as Purple Butterfly back then.

I didn't protect your mother back then, and I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you anymore this time.

I know you have a lot of doubts in your heart, but you are still too weak now, if you want to find the truth to avenge your father, you must be strong, all the truth is in the back mountain forest where I took you to practice swords, I set up an enchantment there, when you have enough ability to find that enchantment, and break that enchantment, you will know everything......"

After reading the whole letter, the purple pupils were also hot.

From the previous small details, Zitong had already guessed that Mr. Xue and his mother should know each other.

Now that she saw this letter, she realized that the relationship between Mr. Xue and Zidie was not just an ordinary acquaintance, he loved her, but he didn't seem to be the one chosen by his mother.

With a lot of questions and clues to sort out, Purple Pupil put away the sheepskin, jumped out of the pit, bowed three times to Mr. Snow again, and then bent down to pick up the soil and sprinkle it on his body.

Weiyang also came over to help, and when the two of them buried Mr. Xue, Burning Sky had already found traces of the purple disciples.

"Mother, where is the purple disciple!"

Purple Pupil got up and looked over, and sure enough, in a piece of ice and snow on the opposite side, she saw Zitu, she was shocked, she hurriedly flew over, and carefully used her fingers to probe Zitu's snort, the end of his finger, his snort was very weak, and he could still feel it.

With a slight sigh of relief, Purple Pupil carefully examined his body and put her hand on his wrist vein.

"How?" Weiyang tidied up Mr. Xue's grave and flew over.

"Severe fractures, damage to internal organs." Zi Tong frowned and said the answer, took out a pill and stuffed it into his mouth, "Let's go, take him back to the Zi family first." ”

Naturally, it is more important to be a living person than to track down the murderer, and in his current state, if he can't be treated in time, he may really die.

The two of them carefully lifted the purple disciple on the back of the burning sky, turned back, and released the healing star technique of the temple to treat the purple disciple.

It's just that Zitu's injury is too serious, and I am afraid that Zitong's elixir and Weiyang's healing astrology are superimposed, and the effect is not very great, but when the three of them finally return to Zi's house, Zitu's pulse is obviously much better than at the beginning, and his body is not easy to say, but at least his life is worry-free.

"Purple disciple!"

Everyone had just carried the purple disciple into the room and put it on the pillow, and Luo Jia's crying voice was already heard outside, before she used two young eagles to bring back the Beijia brothers, who happened to be nearby, and when she heard the news that the purple disciple was injured, she immediately rushed over as fast as she could.

Seeing the purple disciple lying on the pillow with a blank face, Luo Jia's tears immediately burst the embankment, rushed over and grabbed his palm, she just cried silently, "It's all me...... It's all my fault...... Purple Disciple ...... You don't want to ...... Die...... Otherwise...... I...... I'm not going to live anymore......"

"Don't worry." Purple Hitomi patted her back comfortingly, "He can't die." ”