Even so, the man's expression still did not change in any way, not even his eyelids opened, but if you look closely, you can see his clenched fists, as if he is trying to endure something.

"Still no response?" Wan Zibing's delicate and white hands, dexterously dancing up and down, not long after, a purple butterfly has jumped on the embroidered cloth, but the butterfly's chest, as if something is missing, the shape of the gap is quite like a heart, she quietly stroked the butterfly, as if it has been integrated with the butterfly.

"Yes, my air knife doesn't work against him."

A woman in white, with a cold and detached tone, her gaze fell on the butterfly on the canvas, her eyes were full of pity, "He is very stubborn and does not say a word." ”

When she thinks about the scene in the room, she will feel afraid, the air knife is her life's master, from soft to rigid, from slow to fast, the knife is sharp but not fatal, and it is difficult for ordinary people to bear.

She said lightly: "Is it worth it for you to put my hole card on this person?" ”

Wan Zibing's hand quietly rubbed the carved jade bracelet, fiddling with the retro lines on it, and the scene of that day naturally surged in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel sad.

"Of course it's worth it." Wan Zibing's calm eyes were full of gratitude, "Thank you for helping me today, so far we don't owe each other, you can leave." ”

"Are you really willing to let me go?" The face of the woman in white is still the same indifference, although it is a joke, it makes people feel rare serious.

Wan Zibing couldn't help but look at her, her temperament was still extraordinary, her jade-like hair was pulled up high, the word "flower" was printed in the center of her smooth and smooth forehead, and the font was decorated with crescent-shaped painting around the periphery, her skin was white and snowy, and in her silent eyes, she was full of wisdom, and the star-shaped earrings lined the whole person with elegant and agile clothes, elegant and beautiful clothes were simple but solemn, and the belt was the finishing touch, made of silk, and the lotus flower with blooming petals indicated the identity of the woman in white, the owner of the lotus hall of Baiyufeng - Xia Linghe.

"I, I don't want to ...... like this" Wan Zibing looked at the butterfly on the embroidered cloth reluctantly, slowly got up, and looked at Xia Linghe with fixed eyes, "But, I want to be worthy of the dead undead!" ”

Xia Linghe's expression was complicated, but he swallowed back the words on his lips, "Then I'll go." She strode out, and a touch of amazement rose in her heart, Sister Zibing, it seems that you don't remember me anymore.

Wan Zibing looked at the back in the distance, and a small figure floated in her heart, could it be her?

The man sat upright in his chair, his eyes closed, the wound on his face was bleeding as if it would never dry up, but his expression was as comfortable as rest, and if it weren't for the obvious rope tied to him, you would have thought he was a guest at a friend's house.

The door opened, and the man opened his eyes.

Dressed in purple.

Hua Tian still shines brightly.

The man let out an inaudible sigh.

"King Nanyang, do you remember me?" Wan Zibing's tone was obviously calm and unwavering, but it sounded filled with infinite grief and indignation.

"How do you remember, but what if you can't?" Ouyang He seemed disdainful of answering the question, but his fists seemed to be clenched tighter than ever.

"Don't you feel guilty?" Wan Zibing breathed like an orchid, and slowly said in his ear, "Do you understand their pain and unwillingness underground? Why don't you go and accompany them! ”

Wan Zibing held the dagger in his hand, and the back of the knife glowed with cold light.

Red blood dripped on the ground and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Soon, the drops of blood turned into blood streams, and it was like a nightmare that would never end.

Ouyang He said leisurely: "Can't you still do it to the enemy?" ”

Wan Zibing also hated herself very much, when the dagger was only an inch away from his heart, it turned around and stabbed Ouyang He's arm, she really couldn't kill a person ruthlessly, even if this person was the culprit who surrounded and suppressed the four famous families and the population of 10,000 households overnight, even if this person was already in her own hands and let herself slaughter, she still couldn't do it.

"I just feel that you died too easily to kill you so soon." Wan Zibing's face did not have a trace of expression, his cold tone, and his detached demeanor all pierced Ouyang He's nerves, and he didn't care what others thought of him.

He just couldn't bear it, he couldn't bear to see Wan Yuyang's descendants take everything for hatred.

He can't tell the truth.

At that time, the only thing he could do was to ensure the safety behind these famous families.

If the truth were to be told now, the betrayal of ten years ago would be meaningless, and all the souls of those who died unjustly would not be able to rest in peace.

"The best punishment for a person is for him to be hated by his relatives." Wan Zibing's eyes suddenly lit up amazingly, "I'm very much looking forward to what kind of expression they will have on their faces after they know what kind of person their father is......"

The door seemed to be pushed open by a huge force, and the sunlight in the room could not warm Ouyang He's heart.

Bright place.

Two siblings.

Tears.

Ouyang Xue ran in like crazy, shaking her father's arm, "None of this is true, right?" Tell me, tell me the truth. ”

"The truth is what you heard, I was never a good person, let alone a good father."

Ouyang Xue's arm slipped suddenly, and suddenly, as if all her strength had been drained, her body went limp, but fortunately Ouyang Yi caught her in time.

Ouyang Xue muttered in despair, "Why? Why? You are the person I have always admired the most, and I swore that I would be a useful person like you in the future. ”

Ouyang Xue was immersed in infinite grief.

Ouyang Yi furrowed his brows, his expression solemn.

No one noticed what happened to Ouyang He.

A drop of blood flowed from the corner of Ouyang He's mouth.

There was a cry of sorrow in his heart.

Things have come to this point, then let all the secrets sink into the ground.

Wan Zibing was suddenly startled, and took Ouyang He's pulse, the pulse was already very weak, could it be that he had been poisoned?

Before she could react, Ouyang He's head had already hit the ground heavily, and the ground was blood-red, like a crooked river flowing quietly......

This scene greatly stimulated Wan Zibing, and she felt a tingling pain in her head, desperately covering her head, trying to avoid everything that was blood-red......

Ouyang Xue and Ouyang Yi were stunned on the spot, their hearts were sad or sad......

"Don't, don't!" Wan Zibing's shout woke up the two people in grief, Ouyang Xue casually picked up the sword beside him, and rushed directly towards Wan Zibing......

The blood trickled down the sword, as if telling a story from the past......

"You can't kill her." Ouyang Yi's eyes showed helplessness and sadness.

Wan Zibing was also stunned, every time she saw him, she was either quiet or cynical, but she didn't have such a complicated expression, and her eyes didn't feel sad.

"Brother," Ouyang Xue exclaimed, "Why are you stopping me?" Why do you use your own hands to block it? Are you dying? She threw down her sword in a panic and hurried over.

Ouyang Yi's hand drooped, and only the blood kept dripping down, as if he wanted to condense an eternal power to protect the person they wanted to protect.

A loud knock broke the deadly silence, "Sister, you've been in there for a long time, and that old fox still refuses to speak?" ”

It's the voice of a phantom.

Wan Zibing's carved jade bracelet touched the door and made a sound of dripping green, which seemed to be an irreversible mockery of the human world.

Only a soft murmur was left in the wind, "The great revenge has been avenged, we have nothing to do with it in the future, you can go!" ”

Ouyang Yi stared blankly at the disappearing figure in the distance, feeling a little lost in his heart, from now on, can we only become strangers?

Ouyang Xue had already cried into a big face, "Brother, don't stop talking!" You've shed so much blood, what should I do? ”

Ouyang Yi turned his head lightly and looked at this sister, "Fortunately, with you, I won't be so lonely when I live." ”

He walked quickly towards Ouyang Xue and hugged her tightly.

Ouyang Xue hurriedly wiped her tears with her hands, she wanted to protest, she didn't want her brother to put his hands on herself, but the clothes on her body were bought from Wansilk Village.

It was made of fine silk, and it was stained with blood, and the consequences were unimaginable.

It must become ugly and died.

Ouyang Xue saw the pain in her brother's eyes, and then thought about it that in the future, she would only rely on each other for their lives, but she was still silent, she gently patted Ouyang Yi's back, again and again, as if patting Ouyang Yi's heart, a warm and calm power, which could let him rest for a while.

The death of King Nanyang caused an uproar in the court, and the emperor was furious and ordered a thorough investigation of the cause of King Nanyang's death.

This kind of drudgery is avoided by everyone, and it is not necessarily a merit to find out, but it must be a capital crime if it cannot be found.

Just when the situation was embarrassing, a faint voice sounded above the court, "The minister is not talented, and he has the courage to ask for orders to investigate the case of the King of Nanyang." ”

The speaker was Xue Zimu, the leader of this year's list, he ignored the whispers of the crowd, ignored their pitiful gazes, and only raised his head firmly, his eyes burning, "If the results of the investigation cannot be found within a month, I am willing to take off this black gauze hat to set an example." ”

Above the court, it suddenly became quiet.

Everyone could hear the sound of the wind outside sweeping through the treetops, so harsh, like a hammer hitting the atrium.

There seemed to be concern in the emperor's eyes, but he still made a decision, "Xue Zimu, I believe in you, remember what you said, and I will wait for your results." ”

The decree is a foregone conclusion.

Xue Zimu was appointed to the post of Lord Qincha, and thoroughly investigated the murder of the king of Nanyang, with a deadline of one month, and if the truth was not ascertained within the time limit, he was immediately expelled from the palace and was not hired for life.