Yan country, Jicheng, among the wine shops.

The autumn rain sprinkled on the ground, seemingly gentle, but with a trace of bone-chilling, the sky is still as hazy as ever, the original blue sky is gone, but it is gray at the moment, it seems that the flow speed of the clouds between the sky has also slowed down, Yi Shui is still flowing like that, the clear water records the rise and fall of the entire Yan Kingdom, and also washes away the sadness of blood and fire left between the rise and fall of this scene.

He seems to be a dandelion drifting in the wind, I don't know where is my harbor, I don't know where is my sustenance, put down the wine glass in his hand, his eyes are still a little confused, it has been a month since he came back from the Qi country, and now it is late autumn, and the wind is mixed with wisps of cold to the bone, just like his heart at the moment.

A delicate red ribbon was gently picked on the index finger, slanting at the corner of the mouth with a self-deprecating smile, the end of the red ribbon was tied with a beautiful purple feather, which was left by the great priest, as long as this purple feather was in the body Yan Hong could feel the breath of the other party, and now, when he personally gave her the gift around her neck, it returned to his own hands, the origin and the fall, it seems that this is a complete end, but he knows that whether it is himself or the great priest who is far away, Since that dusk, the Dao heart is no longer complete.

The departure of the day, is it an escape, is it a tacitization, or is she really wrong to blame her, all of them are sinking into the sea with the separation of each other, it is impossible for her to go to Xianyang to question, and she will not tell her the real answer.

Put down the wine money, the figure slightly swayed and walked down, the moment he stepped out of the wine shop, there were already nine pairs of eyes staring at him, just the first day he returned to his homeland, the reception he received was so inseparable, such a Yan country, such a monarch, how sad, how lamentable.

No! Perhaps the people of this country have long forgotten about King Yan, and what they fear most in their hearts is the person who lives in that dark three-story building, who is the real controller of Yan Kingdom - Yan Chunjun.

The slender fingers turned slightly, a delicate flying knife was held in his hand and played carefully, a wisp of sarcasm swayed at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were not moving, but he looked at the back of the bustling crowd in a little hurry in the rain, the unification of the Qin State is inevitable, so what can be done now is to preserve a strength for his future, since ancient times, there have been many chivalrous warriors in the land of Yan Zhao, and many people here have merits.

The pace gradually slowed down, leaning on a thick sycamore, I don't know when, there was an extra letter in his hand, the dark red blood stains had been covered with the originally soft paper, and the slightest trace of decline was crossed in his eyes, that night he found such a letter in Xie Zhiyun's clothes that he had never seen before, he thought that he would find clues about the murderer in it, but under closer inspection, it was the notes of the Snow Girl.

Under the dim candlelight, I read this letter carefully, but my heart was even more bitter. ・・・・・。

[・・・・・・ "Master, I originally thought that I could let go and forget, but I was wrong, there are some things that really can't be forgotten and can't be let go, he has been gone for a long time, and every day I feel more and more empty; When Xiao Gao appeared, I thought that my life and his life would go on two different parallel lines, but later, I found out that I was wrong, he liked me but didn't understand me, he was a bosom friend but not a partner; Now every day I close my eyes are him, my eyes open are him, my heart is worried about him, and my mind is still thinking about him; Master, you teach me what to do, originally I thought he would be my eternal big brother, but when I really understood, I realized that thinking about him is a kind of happiness, thinking of him is a kind of happiness, and it is a kind of pain for both master and apprentice to fall in love with a man at the same time, and it really hurts my heart・・・・・・・・].

In front of him, it seems that the familiar woman in blue, the familiar silver hair, the pair of moving autumn water, in the face of this blank page of paper, the slender wrist was gently raised, but the slender onion fingers were helplessly stagnant, the original smart eyes, but at the moment it was a little loose, gently pursed the ruddy lips, inadvertently there was a drop of ink dripping on the paper, the white paper was stained with dust, just like her heart, even if there are a thousand words, when it comes to the time to lift the pen, But it's just a handful of crosses; Is there no ink in her chest, or is this lonely page that can't write thousands of words in her heart!

A short letter, a piece of paper still leaves a large blank, but it is such a letter that is like a slap in the face for Yan Hong, no wonder Xie Zhiyun didn't show it to him, thinking that she herself was hesitating, no wonder she inadvertently mentioned the Snow Girl in those days, her expression would be a little weird, and now when all the mysteries are solved, she is gone, and there is a huge gap between him and the Snow Girl invisibly, which is too big to overcome!

With a slight force in his hand, a thin piece of paper turned into powder, this was the last time he looked at a letter, because every word had been engraved in his heart, "God, you want me to owe a lot of love debts in this life!" ”

――Click――

With a casual throw, the wine jug was smashed to pieces, and the wine was scattered all over the ground, messy, just like his state of mind at the moment, extremely tangled, difficult to calm down; The original atheists already believe in some ethereal things at the moment, otherwise how can this unbelievable travel through time and space be explained?

There is a certain number in the dark, maybe this is the fish and the bear's paw can not have both, staring at the small flying knife, the cold touch between it, but it still can't make his messy thoughts regain the peace of the past.

――Stinging――

It seemed to be thrown at random, but at the moment of taking it off, the flying knife that was as thin as a cicada's wings turned into a flying rainbow and shot straight into the eaves!

――Click――

The rain seems to be getting heavier and heavier, the wind seems to be getting stronger and stronger, the water droplets fall on the bluestone slab, and the ripples are already clearly visible.

--Poo――,――Poo――,――Poo――

A strange light sound, falling in the water is particularly clear, the original damp eaves, suddenly hung a faint red silk thread, clean and clear water but a little red halo swayed, like a little red plum blooming in this cold wind, in a blink of an eye has been dyed a large piece of red.

――Plop---

A black-clothed masked figure fell straight down, more blood overflowed, until the moment he died, his eyes were still angry, he couldn't imagine that his life ended like this, it was still the flying knife as thin as a cicada's wings swaying in the cold wind, and the bewitching blood-colored plum blossoms bloomed from between his throats.

"Let's go, I don't want to kill people again today, go back and tell your master, don't come to mess with me-!"

The faint voice, but with a thick mockery, when I looked at it again, the arrogant back of the green shirt had disappeared in the rain curtain, and then disappeared with the flying knife that was as thin as a cicada's wings!