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The stinging pain in his body was incomparable, but Mr. Xue didn't think about it at the moment.

In his heart, he just whispered five words silently.

"Purple Butterfly, I'm sorry!"

For more than ten years, Mr. Xue has been practicing hard, just so that when he sees him again one day, he will stab this sword and kill him.

He stabbed him, but alas, he was still a little bit worse than he could not kill him, and he never had a chance in the future.

He had sworn at her grave that he would help her avenge her in the future, but now it seems that he is still going to lose his word.

Probably, this is fate!

Back then, he lost his word to her several times before he lost her, and even after so many years, he still couldn't fulfill his promise to her.

"Just for a woman, is it worth it?"

The man in black looked at Mr. Xue, who was about to die, and his tone was full of doubt.

Mr. Xue tugged the corners of his lips upward, "One day, when you fall in love with a woman, you will understand." ”

As he spoke, his right hand had already flipped downwards with a swing, and a small silver light flashed between his fingers, but the man in black didn't notice it.

"Love?!" The man in black sneered, looked sideways, and looked at the snow valley not far away, his face had returned to calm, "With the power of the lower grade of the god rank, you can break through my god realm, you are the only person who can make me hurt, I appreciate you, so let you die with dignity." ”

He lifted his palm, then turned and disappeared.

The man in black disappeared, and a figure had already rushed out of the air, and the huge figure was the burning sky, with purple pupils and Weiyang on his back.

Looking around, he noticed the strangeness on the mountain, and the purple pupil flickered, and it had fallen from mid-air and landed on Mr. Snow's side.

Mr. Snow is dead.

He lay quietly in the middle of the mountain, surrounded by snow, and he died peacefully, as if he were just ready for a long sleep.

Seeing that it was Mr. Xue, Purple Pupil exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly knelt beside him, "Daddy! ”

"Sir!" Weiyang landed on her side, looking at Mr. Snow in the mountain, his face was also dark, and his brows were furrowed.

Purple Hitomi was sad, but she didn't cry.

Mr. Xue is a person who likes to be quiet, and he must not like others to shed tears for him.

She just took out the handkerchief and wiped the blood from Mr. Snow's lips little by little, until his face was spotless and as clean as snow, and then she knelt down and bowed respectfully to Mr. Snow three times.

"Just bury him here." After kowtowing to the third head, Purple Hitomi spoke softly.

"My husband's name is Snow, and he has always loved snow, and he will definitely love it here." Weiyang said beside her.

Choosing a place on high ground, the purple pupil gestured to the burning sky, and the burning sky stretched out his claws and grabbed it gently, and he had already scratched a hole.

Weiyang carefully picked up Mr. Xue's body, walked over, and put it into the pit dug by the burning sky.

Purple Pupil also walked in with him, carefully straightening Mr. Xue's clothes and hair, and seeing his tired right hand, she frowned suspiciously, holding Mr. Xue's hand, only to see that he was holding a small roll tightly in his palm.

Could the thing he was holding before he die be related to the murderer?

Purple Pupil curiously took out the parchment roll in Mr. Xue's hand and unfolded it, just one glance, it was stunned.

On the parchment roll, there is a neat font, and the top written is her name - purple pupils.