His last thought before he died was: What will happen to my wife and two children when I die?

That's right.

The man in black looked at the blood-dripping knife in his hand, and before he could make the next move. I saw a sword with a shiny tip pointed straight at his throat, only a fraction of a centimeter away from his slightly protruding Adam's apple.

In front of him was a man in white with fluttering clothes, holding a silver sword. The sword is about three feet two long and about half a finger wide, and the silver body of the sword clearly reflects the frosted lines. On the silver hilt, there was a white silk more than an inch long. The sword body is inlaid with two simple and obscure characters "齉㒪" in silver gray.

The man in white looked at Ding Tianer's corpse on the ground, frowned, and said sharply to the man in black: "This person, you killed him?" ”

The man in black was pointed at his neck by the sharp tip of the sword, but he was not afraid at all, and snorted disdainfully: "Do you still need to ask?" ”

"You... You wickedness! The man in white said sharply, his hand shaking slightly.

But the man in black didn't feel guilty at all, and said softly: "Okay, okay, the evil obstacle is right, there is a kind of you kill me, kill my evil obstacle." He ignored the sword in the hand of the man in white, did not retreat, but advanced, and approached the man in white step by step. "Kill, me, the cursed," he said almost inaudibly. ”

With a "bang", the sword of the man in white fell to the ground. He almost shuddered, and as the man in black approached, he stepped back step by step. The words of the man in black are full of thoughts:

The Cursed...

Accept... The cursed one...

If it weren't for him... If not...

The man in white had wooden eyes, staring straight at his trembling hands.

When the man in black saw the reaction of the man in white, he didn't make a sound, just looked at him with a sneer. The man in white took a deep breath a few times, stood up again, and said in a trembling voice: "You, go back for me." ”

"What, don't kill me?" The man in black clasped his hands on his chest and looked into the eyes of the man in white with a smile.

The man in white picked up the sword on the ground, forced himself to look directly into the other party's eyes, and the tip of the sword was provoked, reaching the heart of the man in black: "Now, give me back." Fast! ”

"What if I don't." The man in black smirked.

The man in white did not answer, his eyes stared, he looked behind him, and then he slashed at the neck of the man in black with a knife. The man in black snorted, and the darkness in front of him was about to fall to the ground softly. But the man in white stretched out his hand and held him. Then he looked behind him.

There was a noisy sound behind him, and three or five small officials dressed in official uniforms and full of alcohol came to support each other. One of the most drunk servants said loudly in a daze, "I, I, I'm... The example of the imperial examination! By... It was holy, hand-picked into, become, and the military department is still in the book! I, I..."

"Old, old man." A little official next to him who was not so drunk said: "Dang, today, the military department, Shangshu." No, it's not Deng, no, Geng, Lord Geng, Deng, no, Lord Geng is not, already, in the first half of this year, in, in Meishan, battle, battle, died in battle..."

"I, I'm five years old, I can, I can write poetry..."