"Now what's the point of asking where a dead person is?" Chunhua's fingers rubbed on the scabbard of the soft sword in Qiushui, and the smile on the corner of her lips was still the same.

It was obviously a very casual sentence, but it fell on Xi Jiangyue's ears like an exploding thunderbolt.

She grabbed Chunhua's hand that imprisoned her jaw, and her nails suddenly dug into the flesh of his wrist, "What did you say?" ”

"As I said, he didn't have to die." Chunhua waved away Xijiangyue, and then sat cross-legged by the hot spring pool, "It's all because of you." ”

The mist curled up, obscuring the young man's figure.

Xi Jiangyue, who was sitting in the pool, finally showed a trace of embarrassment.

She stared blankly at the blind spring flower behind the light smoke, and the resentment in her heart was like the water bursting the embankment, and she looked at the back of his hand, the piece of skin and flesh that had been pinched by herself was gradually healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Chunhua listened attentively, his eyes covered by white gauze seemed to be able to see everything in front of him, and he "looked" at Xi Jiangyue in the pool, "Now you know that you are afraid?" ”

"That's the most important thing I'm going to teach you - save your life." Chunhua raised Fang Cai's injured hand and put it on the tip of his nose to sniff, he seemed to be very satisfied with the taste, and the voice of the male duck softened a little, "Alive, everything has a chance." ”

"I'll give you three chances to get revenge." Blind Chunhua said, brushed his sleeves and got up, "If you dare, come to me tomorrow." ”

"If you don't dare, then go back to Wuling Mountain, and let me see you again in the future."

Xi Jiangyue, who was paralyzed in the pool, had a pair of aura eyes, and at some point she had been covered with a light mist, and she watched thoughtlessly as the murderer who killed Mu Yi with her own hands gradually drifted away, and finally turned into an invisible black spot.

When Xijiang Yue staggered to the cold pool, there was nothing else except a bloody fingerprint that had been submerged in the pool.

Xi Jiangyue's sickly white fingertips gently stroked the blood fingerprints that had congealed, as gentle as caressing the young man's sideburns.

The mountain wind struck, rampantly tearing the wet light gauze dress on Xi Jiangyue's body, but she didn't seem to notice it at all.

The clouds gathered in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, the dark clouds were overhead, and thunder exploded.

On the cliffs.

Sitting cross-legged on a rock in the torrent, the blind spring flower carefully wiped a stringless lyre on her lap with a brocade hand, as gently as a newborn baby.

Beside Chunhua, a young man with a long figure was dressed in a water moon robe, standing with his hands in his hands, his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be charming, graceful and noble.

"Thank you, Master." As the young man spoke, he still stared at the girl below.

As the saying goes, the grace of a drop of water should be reciprocated by a spring. It's good for you, you want to fool my master with a word of thanks. The blind spring flower covered with white veil, gently stroked a slight depression on the tail of the piano on her knee with her palm, and said very distressedly: "It's really a pity that I have this piano." ”

"After so many years, what is so good about this piano that can make the master so inseparable?" The young man finally turned his gaze to the stringless piano beside him, and saw that it was made of ordinary materials, ordinary workmanship, and even the shape of the piano was the usual one in the market.

Chunhua's fingertips stroked the tail of the piano over and over again, slightly dented, as if someone had stabbed her heart, "What about her?" ”

"She's different."

"It's different." Chunhua snorted coldly, "A little girl, but her temperament is like a stone in a pit." ”

The blind Chunhua, who didn't know the detailed age, sighed: "I'm blind, but you're blind." ”

The young man standing on the cliff against the wind, staring at the light gauze dress hanging down, there was no joy or anger between his eyebrows, like a jade tree waiting from afar.