"I don't want to do anything to you, you don't have to be afraid, and I can't do anything to this day."

"I'm just trying to take one last look at you."

He said it was the last look, and it was the last look.

The weak body fell straight backwards, and just like that, it fell silently in the noisy background, as light as a snowflake, merging into the silver white.

In the blink of an eye, it vanished from time, as if it had never existed.

At that moment, Luo Zichun's mind went blank.

After a long time.

The snow wind made his body tremble slightly, and he subconsciously raised his hands and hugged his arms, and a man's hearty whisper sounded in his head.

"Call Big Brother."

It was only then that he seemed to realize what this man meant to him.

But it was too late.

The flames of war almost melted the snow on Moonfall Peak.

The sound of swords clashing in the wind and snow was everywhere.

Chixiao's evil skills had already been taught in Fengyang Mountain before, but they didn't know that he was still dancing with a good sword.

That sword is very evil.

Just looking at him felt chilling, every time he waved and touched, he seemed to hear the sound of thousands of troops and horses whistling by, it was so majestic that it didn't look like the treasure that a big devil should have, but more like a mighty general who jumped out of nowhere.

Qin Jiu was the closest to him, so he saw everything the most profoundly.

He was dressed in red, and every movement was deeply imprinted in his mind.

But the more profound he was, the more he couldn't stop the movements of his hands.

The memory of that day had been fully awakened, and he remembered it very clearly, although not in the same way, but that person was indeed him......

You can't go wrong.

Chixiao!

He shouted in his heart, and all his strength gathered in his right hand, and the chopsticks that he regarded as a joke but always regarded as a treasure flew out of his palm, and flew towards the crimson figure with the power of the wind and snow.

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He fell.

It turns out that the so-called invincible big devil is just as light as an ordinary person when he dies, as light as snowflakes floating in the air.

After a moment of silence, someone went over and tried to breathe.

"Dead."

In the midst of the devastation, everyone cheered happily as if it were the New Year.

He's dead.

Finally dead.

Qin Jiu was stunned.

A word sounded in my blank mind.

"If that day really comes, you must be merciful to his men."

He pushed away the people who rushed to his side to celebrate him, and threw himself over to hold Chixiao's still hot body in his arms.

"Father-in-law!"

Wrong.

This shouldn't be the final ending.

Qin Jiu had calmed down at this time, he always felt that this evil fire was too inexplicable, and he didn't want to admit that this was him and his end.

But the reality is like sand in the palm of his hand, no matter how hard he tries, he can't hold it.

Chixiao's consciousness was still there, but he could no longer dominate this body.

He wanted to say 'shut up'.

If he continues to shout like this, he will not be able to take down the pot that recognizes the thief as his father.

Death at his hands was part of Chixiao's plan.

Today's Jianghu martial arts is like a diseased tree that has been corroded by termites, and such a diseased tree cannot open new branches, so it can only be cut down and started again.

He knew that Qin Jiu couldn't do such a thing, but this was the only way.

So he and Luo Zichun coincided and happened to have the same goal.

In fact, he hadn't really poisoned anyone before.

Maybe she has forgotten that feeling, or she simply doesn't want to, only today, in order to make this play complete and real, she did it herself.