The slender left hand clutched the long sword that pierced into his chest, and his trembling body tried to stand up, but he couldn't. On the back, blood was flowing outward along the sword body, and the red skirt that was originally a happy color looked even brighter at this time. The air seemed to condense, and the room seemed unusually silent, even empty. In the emptiness, the sound of the woman gritting her teeth and moaning slightly, the sound of blood gurgling and falling, and the sound of the man's nervous heavy breathing sounded a little harsh and abrupt.

The hairpin touched the ground, and the cover fell on the head. In an instant, Li Fengying only felt that a thunderbolt flew down from the nine heavens and slashed directly above his head. The hand holding the sword bounced away like an electric shock, and the whole person took two steps back at once, and fell to the ground.

"How can you be you" Li Fengying's eyes widened, trembling all over her body and almost fainting. I saw that the person sitting on the bed was not Mu Xin, but Qian Mo!

The sword slid out of its weight and fell to the ground with a clatter. Qian Mo couldn't stand up at this time, and barely sat down, but he was also shaky, coughing non-stop. Her mouth was full of blood, and there was a slight look of surprise on her face, but there was not much, just looking at Li Fengying on the ground like this. Her mouth opened to say something, but the long sword pierced her chest, and she couldn't make a sound at this time. Li Fengying recognized the mouth shape, but he was calling it 'Brother Fengying'.

Lee Bong-young felt like the sky was about to fall. He had already found out that this was Mu Xin's room. Qian Mo should have been waiting in another room at this time, as the groom, to come to the door. He never imagined that he would pierce Qianmo with a sword, and he knew that it was Qianmo who was sitting here, so he would rather kill himself with a sword than stab him like this.

Qian Mo opened her mouth again, but she still couldn't make a sound, and the blood kept flowing out of her mouth, not only her lips, but even the neat mouthful of durian teeth and two rows of Hao teeth, which also dyed the blood red at this time. A few mouthfuls of blood did not go up smoothly, and there was a cough, her body shook slightly, obviously because of excessive blood loss, her hands were weak, and she couldn't support her body, and she fell like a jade mountain for a while, and the peach blossoms were fragmented, and she only lowered her forehead and fell from the bed.

Li Fengying froze in place like a puppet with a broken string, until Qianmo fell, then she reacted, and hurriedly rushed forward to help her in her arms. Seeing that Qian Mo's chest was red, he wanted to press it with his hand, but no matter how he tried, the blood couldn't stop, even if it was a point, it was useless. Li Fengying only felt that the world was spinning, and he couldn't say anything for a while.

Qian Mo's head was tilted in Li Fengying's arms, but he had no other strength. After trying again, seeing that he still couldn't speak, Qian Mo shook his head helplessly, reluctantly stretched out his hand, picked up the bibin that fell on the side, and stuffed it into Li Fengying's arms with all his strength. She had countless things to tell Lee Bong-young, about how crazy she was in love and how ridiculously jealous she was. The agency is too clever in its calculations, but at this time, it can't even say a simple word.

Li Fengying had already cried into tears, but he was still speechless. Qian Mo felt sad in his heart, hesitated for a while, and felt that time was running out, because he grabbed Li Fengying's hand and turned it over, dipped it in the blood on his body, and wrote something crookedly on the clothes on his chest.

Li Fengying looked down, and her body couldn't help but tremble.

That's a 'Du' character.

"You know her?" Li Fengying looked at Qian Mo tremblingly, like a child who had done something wrong. He knew who the word stood for. Qian Mo wrote this word, which means that she already knows about herself and Du Xipi.

Qian Mo nodded weakly, with a slight smug smile on his face, but there was no reproach. She pointed to the half hairpin exposed on Li Fengying's chest, and nodded to the Du character.

"Nope! I don't want her! I want you! Li Fengying howled and cried, hugging Qianmo tighter, "Don't die!" You hit me, scold me, whatever you want! Don't die! He didn't expect that even in this situation, Qianmo didn't want to hate him, but worried about his future.

Qian Mo smiled slightly, his mouth opened, but he shook his head again. She raised her right hand with great effort, and wrote on Li Fengying's clothes again, and after writing a Li character, she was about to write another word next to her. But the word was only halfway written, but the hand suddenly fell down as if the thread had been broken.

In the woods outside the city

The wind danced, the two swords flew over, and in the snow and mist, Li Jiancheng swung his sword into the wind, and was fighting with Jin Lao. Both of them had lost their arms at this time, and they used their right hands to perform sword moves. Even so, the two swords came and went like lightning, and the scene was not inferior to the previous time. I saw Jin Lao raise his sword out, and the snow on the ground was out of a line, and it was actually a sharp sword qi that came out of the sword, cutting through the snow on the ground and heading straight for Li Jiancheng. Li Jiancheng was not to be outdone when he saw this, the long sword was crossed, his luck was shocked, and he only heard the sound of a dragon groaning in an instant, and the snow in front of him moved in response to the sound, and suddenly exploded, looking at it from a distance, it was like a snow wall, the snow wall and the sword qi collided together, and there was a burst of explosion. In the dust, smoke and snow fog, Li Jiancheng flew out of the snow, a sword volleyed down the air, and the golden old soft sword swirled out, like a golden snake, entangled Li Jiancheng's sword. As soon as the relay flicked, Li Jiancheng was thrown out. He took advantage of this opportunity to jump up, and when Li Jiancheng got up, he raised his sword on his head, and used the strength of his body to pass it on in the soft sword, and slashed it down with a loud shout

Li Jiancheng stood up, only to feel a coercion above his head like Mount Tai falling. When he looked up and saw Jin Lao's sword coming, he didn't dare to block, the long sword was a little, and the whole body rolled, and rolled to the side. At the same time, the soft sword slashed and fell, only a bang was heard, the two sides of the sword body were three feet wide, and the tip of the sword went ten steps forward, and the thick snow was suddenly pressed into a thin layer of ice.

It turned out that Jin Lao's sword had used all his life's strength and vowed to take Li Jiancheng's life. He used his qi sword, although it was a soft sword, but when this sword was cut down, it was like a stone slab thirty feet long and five or six feet wide that fell from the nine heavens. If Li Jiancheng didn't dodge but hard-hit, he was afraid that at this time, he would have already pressed this move into a mess of flesh with a sword.

"What a great move." Li Jiancheng couldn't help but gasp slightly when he saw the ground that had been pressed into thin ice by the sword, glad that he didn't pick it up. "Looks like the gentleman really wants to take my life."

"I don't have much to say to the rebel lackeys." Jin Lao looked indignant, knowing that Li Jiancheng was just delaying time with him at this time, so he said coldly, "In order to stop me, do you really want to even die?" ”

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