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Hearing the thunder, he suddenly lost his strength, and knelt down with his eyes distracted. The residual pain left by the roar just now was still tearing in his throat, but he couldn't speak for a long time. His eyes, which had just become so determined, became confused and chaotic, as if there were so many emotions in his mind at the same time.

She had a sword stuck in her chest and fell, which really looked like the ring back then.

And he has always been the most powerless spectator.

Why? He just wanted to avenge Jihuan, but in order to avenge a deceased person, he took a living life. One is his wife and the other is his daughter, who should have the same important position in his heart, but from beginning to end, he is just for the person who has been lost, and he has not had time to grasp his biological daughter around him.

Now, his daughter would rather hit Nanyang Sword by herself than live any longer, whose fault is it for these blood debts one after another?

Was he wrong? After so many years, he never felt that he had missed it, but seeing Qing Huan almost forced to die by himself, he couldn't help but start to feel that he should think about whose fault it was.

If it weren't for his stubborn obsession with killing the people of the Northern Punishment, wouldn't things have come to this point? .

Yu Xiu walked to Nan Yang's side, squatted down and checked Qing Huan's pulse again, and after repeated confirmation, he also had to accept the fact that she was dead. He didn't want to hurt this nephew, but he still couldn't save her.

"Nanyang, she's dead." Yu Xiu covered his hand on the back of Nan Yang's hand, Nan Yang's hand was full of light blood, cold and stiff, and the blood stains also rubbed into Yu Xiu's palm.

Nan Yang hung his head low, and the fingers that hugged Qing Huan's shoulders sank deep into Qing Huan's skin. Unexpectedly, she didn't cry.

In fact, Nan Yang is a person who is easy to shed tears, she didn't cry in the past, but she was indifferent, and she never encountered anything that could make her sad. But once she encounters something that can shake her heart, she is more sensitive and fragile than anyone else, and suffers from gains and losses. Maybe it's because she really has too few confidants and few confidants in the past hundred years, so as long as she meets the person who is willing to open her heart with all her heart, she will cherish it very much, and it is far more painful than other life and death partings.

But at this time, she couldn't cry.

Maybe she herself subconsciously understands that it is useless to cry now, the person she thinks about has closed his eyes forever in her arms. No one will feel sorry for her anymore, and no one will wipe away the tears that fell out for her.

But when she thought of this, she felt sad again, and she couldn't hold back her tears.

"Nanyang, go back with me first, let's take her back and bury her well, okay?" Yu Xiu tried his best to soften his voice and persuade with good words.

"Senior brother......" Nan Yang said hoarsely, with some unnatural choking in his voice, "Is there no way...... Is there really no way......"

"Cheer her lightly...... Hurt in the heart, lost a lot of blood, and was unable to return to the sky, not to mention that she ...... now" Yu Xiu sighed, turned his head, and was ruthless, "She is dead now." ”