At the moment before Wang Anfeng appeared in the wind building.

Fufeng County Town, Criminal Department.

Yan Ling, who was dressed in red clothes, yawned, his eye bags were heavier than those of more than two years ago, and he seemed to be a little lazy, but the aura on his body was much deeper than that day.

Holding a file in his hand, it came from the Criminal Department of Xidingzhou City, and his eyes swept over the file, and his face showed a deep groan.

"What's wrong?"

There was another person sitting next to him, his posture was quite majestic, he was a little curious when he saw this, he raised his eyes strictly, smiled casually, and said: "It's okay, it's just that the power of the rivers and lakes in Xidingzhou has changed, and the original overlord Twenty-Seven Company Gang has been destroyed, and it has been occupied by the Giant Whale Gang in Xidingzhou." ”

"There is another master called Ying Lie, who is almost at the level of the third grade."

After saying a little helpless, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, and his voice was thoughtful, and said:

"First of all, the knife madness beat the rivers and lakes of Xidingzhou and Zhongzhou, and almost chiseled through and hit Changqingshan, Zhongzhou."

"And then the Giant Whale Gang came out with an inexplicable lord."

"Xidingzhou doesn't know what genius treasure has been produced, in a short period of time, two young masters with martial arts are all six grades, and they are extraordinary, amazing."

Another man looked a little solemn and said:

"Do you think there's a connection between the two?"

Yan Ling rubbed his eyebrows, he seemed to be extremely tired, so he especially liked to do this action, laughed, and said:

"I didn't say that."

"But it doesn't hurt to look it up."

The man on the other side did not easily reveal it because of the vagueness of the strict order, nodded solemnly, and said:

"I see."

"Without further ado, I'll give the order now."

"Wait, come back, come back......"

Yan Ling stretched out his hand to call the man who was acting a little hurriedly, his eyes were a little more energetic, and he asked again:

"Before this, all the people of the Xue family are gone?"

"Those few are coming today, if they collide with the Xue family, it will be a little inconvenient, well, for the sake of safety, send more people, do you know?"

The man bowed his head and said:

"My subordinates know."

After a while, the man hurried away, leaving Yan Ling to sit here with a solemn expression, looking at the file in his hand, the sunlight poured in through the crack in the window, gilding him with a streamer, like a stone statue, and after a moment, he exhaled a long breath.

"Xue Family ......"

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"The Xue family is the number one killer family in the world, you are the daughter of the Xue family, you don't need these things!"

When she was five years old, her sister from a distant relative, brought her her first beaded flower.

Then Zhuhua was broken by the man and fell in front of her, she knelt on the bluestone slab, and in her ears was the scream that her sister couldn't help but let out when she was tortured.

She knelt for twelve hours.

It was winter, and the snow was falling very deeply.

She didn't cry.

"Feelings can be full of weaknesses, and once you have feelings, the strong will no longer be strong."

He admonished her.

Then a sword stabbed the white rabbit in her arms, the sharp blade was cold to the bone, even with the speed of thunder, it did not hurt her in the slightest, but he forgot that she was also the descendant of the person who assassinated the ancestral dragon, and she could feel it.

The blade of the sword was in front of her heart, and there was a slight hesitation.

That year, she was seven years old.

The third young master of the Xue family in the rivers and lakes.

Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that the Xue family has no daughter.

He is one of the top three assassins in the world and her biological father.

She opened her eyes.

It was only noon, she just rested with her clothes for a while, the saber was placed next to the bed, and she could hold it in the palm of her hand when she raised her hand, and the wound on her right shoulder was still painful, but it no longer affected her hand, and she didn't care.

At the first time she was injured, she might not be able to stop crying.

But after the hundredth, the thousandth injury, anyone will feel numb to the pain.

She remembers that she was twelve years old at the time.

Dressed in a gray power suit, his face was black, his shoulders were wrapped in bandages, and his expression was as cold as frost.

In front of her, her uncle's daughter ran past in a goose-yellow dress, and her uncle was carefully guarding behind, with a smile on his face that she had never seen before.

"In the future, I can only cry with my father and mother, and outside, I must be strong......"

My uncle told my sister who was leaving home for the first time.

But she didn't think so in her heart, even the elders sometimes said things wrong.

If you want to live well, you can't cry.

Crying is a luxury.

That year, she was thirteen years old, and she had already made an invincible reputation among the younger generation in the rivers and lakes, at the cost of twenty-three penetrating injuries, seven internal injuries, and forty-eight times of pain to wake up in a dream, that year, her younger brother was eight years old, and when he was competing with others with a sword, his wrist was knocked out and swollen, and the entire Xue family was alarmed.

On the rivers and lakes, everyone knows that Xue Jiaqin has no tears.

That night seemed uncontrollable, kneeling in front of his mother's grave, his brown eyes open in a daze.

Even crying is quiet.

Xue Qinshuang gently moved his wrist, and outside the courtyard, a faint murderous aura had emerged, which represented the family's pursuers coming again.

Removed the Taiqing and Su Sword in his hand.

At her waist, there was a short sword more than a foot long.

Not at all inconspicuous.

But only a few people know that this short sword is much more dangerous than the famous sword in her hand.

Outside the courtyard, there is a faint murderous scene around, there are old women selling snacks across the bamboo basket, children running, and woodcutters passing by to sell, although in the eyes of others, it is still a peaceful scene, but in the eyes of the heirs of the world's assassin families, this peaceful scene is actually a step-by-step killing machine.

She disobeyed her family's orders.

Wounding the old woman who came to take her back would inevitably provoke a reaction from the killer organization under the clan, which she had already understood when she followed the old woman out of Fufeng City and held her right hand on the hilt of the short sword behind her back.

Then she didn't hesitate in her heart.

Sharp and straight, as always, the brown eyes reflected in the stunned eyes when the old woman was knocked unconscious and fell, almost like frost, were very quiet.

She's not a person with a lot of emotions.

Her state of mind was the same as that of the ancestor who assassinated the ancestral dragon a thousand years ago.

Then, as fast as she could, she cleared the scene, disguised the clues, turned away, and when she walked out of the inn, she asked for a pot of the strongest wine in the restaurant not far away, and the liquor grazed her throat like a knife, bringing a touch like a flame.

She narrowed her eyes.

After crying at the age of thirteen, few things could make her heart ripple, and that night seemed to leave the last of her weakness at her mother's grave.

Only the evenly matched martial arts, the fight between life and death, and the spirits can make her mood ripple and make her know that she is 'alive'.

However, since two years ago, she has been haunting her with a question that is difficult to answer.

That's why she didn't want to leave Fufeng so easily.

The murderous aura outside the door gradually became a little chaotic.

As if a little breathless, the blade rubbed against the old whaleskin sheath and made a small cracking sound.

Xue Qinshuang raised her hand and took off the hosta that bound her hair.

The slightly messy black hair fell like ink.

She didn't seem to be aware of the murderous motive that had almost ceased to be concealed outside.

Raise your hand and place the sword in your hand on the dresser.

Raised her right hand and calmly tied up her long scattered hair, she never used rouge gouache, because she wouldn't, and she didn't need to, feeling the murderous intent gradually stirring up in the courtyard, and a little high-spirited fighting spirit rose in her heart.

In the blurred bronze mirror, the brown eyes shone brightly.

Xue Qinshuang tucked the wine jug at her waist, held the plain white long sword in her right hand, stood up, and pushed the door out.

The sword roared.

Immediately, the sword was bright and bright, and it slashed out like a sea of clouds in the sky.

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A moment later, the sword was unsheathed.

She hadn't killed anyone, and everyone who fell to the ground knew she did so because she could make the plain white sword slash through everyone's throat.

One of the middle-aged men coughed and propped himself up, not daring to look at Xue Qinshuang's face, but said:

"Third Miss, go back......"

Xue Qinshuang's expression was calm, and he said lightly:

"When I want to go back, I'll go back."

The man seemed to be about to say something, but the sword in his chest and abdomen cut off the meridians, and just getting up would bring an unbearable sharp stinging pain, and he couldn't help but half-kneel on the ground, open his mouth and cough up a large pool of blood, and could only let the girl calmly leave in front of him.

He knew what the girl in front of him was carrying, so the calmness became more and more weighty.

The man's eyes flickered, and after all, he could only do nothing, sighed, and a sense of regret rose in his heart.

The third lady is amazingly talented, rare in the world.

It's a pity......

It's a pity.

Xue Qinshuang held the sword in her right hand and walked forward, but she took a few steps, her footsteps suddenly paused slightly, she looked back sideways, her brown eyes were radiant, and she looked in a certain direction, she was just a beautiful woman, but these eyes like morning stars made her have an indescribable demeanor, and said:

"Since you're here, why don't you come out?"

"I just don't know which of the many elders is here this time? Is it Sun Lao? ”

"It's better to be Sun Lao."

A smile appeared on her face, and there was a shallow pear vortex on her left cheek.

Sun Lao was the seventh elder of the Xue family's outer sect and the thirty-seventh ranked master on the list of assassins.

Flat waves are phantoms.

The old and helpless voice came, with a kind smile in the voice, as if looking at a grumpy child, and said:

"Ahh

"Why, I can't persuade you anymore?"

Xue Qinshuang paused, and after a few steps, he felt that he had auditory hallucinations, and the battle intent in his heart disappeared in an instant.

She could shoot her sword against many people, even against her titular father and brother without the slightest hesitation, but for this old man, she could not raise the slightest fighting spirit. The girl raised her eyes and saw a kind old woman with white hair standing not far away, the old man with a cane in one hand and a kind smile.

It was the only warmth she could remember.

Xue Qinshuang pursed her lips and said:

"Grandma......"

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Xue Qinshuang was sitting in her seat, raising her hand to make tea.

The cuffs of the plain robe slipped off, revealing a wrist as white as jade, and ten fingers were green.

The people on the edge are like the moon, and the frost and snow are condensed on the wrists.

The fragrance of tea is curling, with plainness and quiet.

The kind-faced old man sat opposite her, looked at his most cherished granddaughter, and said:

"Why...... Don't want to go back? ”

Xue Qinshuang's eyes narrowed slightly, and the movement of making tea in her hand did not stop, but she said calmly:

"Why do you want to go back?"

"I left home since I was a child, I just don't want to compete with my brother for that position, I have been dressed as a man, hundreds of schools, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, all dabbling, practicing martial arts, breaking out of great fame, every time I go to a place, I have to find a master there to fight, in order to attract the attention of various families, so that my brother and brother can grow up with peace of mind."

"I don't feel unhappy in the slightest, and I am also very fortunate to be able to indulge in martial arts."

"I had no intention of competing with them, the blood is in me, how much it has its meaning of existence, my brother has also been a toddler behind me, and my brother has also taught me the essence of swordsmanship, but I now know that not everyone wants to have a sister like me, looking back on the past, it is becoming more and more estranged."

"As for my father, he just sees me as a sword sharp enough to help the future head of the family, or elder brother, or elder brother, to overcome obstacles, since the age of five and thirteen days after his birthday, he has never taken care of me, although the Xue family is big, but it is a cage."

Xue Qinshuang's expression was calm, and when she talked about these things, it was as if she was talking about things that had nothing to do with her.

But the old man on the other side felt a little distressed.

She knew the heart of the girl opposite.

She's not the kind of person who can say so much at once.

The old man held the teacup handed by the girl in his hand, was silent for a long time, looked at Xue Qinshuang, and made up his mind in his heart, even if he wanted to make a big mess in the family this time, he couldn't let the child in front of him suffer so much grievance.

It's all the blood of the Xue family, why favor one over the other, even if there is that thing, but the child is innocent after all.

The thoughts in his heart were chaotic, and a kind smile appeared on the old man's face, and he said:

"You, do you really think so?"

"Or are you being coquettish to Grandma? Do you want to hear, "It's not your fault, you've worked hard enough", or, 'Know that you have been wronged a lot, and you won't have to suffer so much in the future'? ”

Xue Qinshuang's movements paused slightly, and there were still ripples in her heart after all.

People are some kind of peculiar creatures, sometimes, those pains, those grievances, when they are alone, they can bear all of them, and they will not show the slightest grievance, but if they are really close to people, as long as they say a word of comfort, they will have a lot of grievances in their hearts, and at this moment, it seems that even the wound on the shoulder has become a lot more painful.

The memories of the past, waking up in a dream again and again because of injuries, being covered in blood again and again, moving forward with a broken body again and again, the pain that can only be suppressed by strong alcohol seems to resurface at this time, accumulating together, surging like an ocean.

Xue Qinshuang narrowed her eyes, blinked slightly, her brown eyes seemed to have a hint of water, but they were quickly retracted, raised her face, and under the sun, her beautiful face had a distressing smile on her face, and said:

"Get used to it."

She was laughing.

She said she was used to it.

Xue Qinshuang, who said this, had her brown pupils full of hollowness, as if nothing existed.

PS: Button trick, the buttons left in front are buttoned up, and the reason why the strong are strong must be because of the unbearable pain and blood and tears.

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors