Chen Mo's sudden smile made Bai Yiyi stunned, and Chen Mo's next move made her breathing stop for half a minute.

Chen Mo's hand was just raised, and a bloody mark was cut on his neck, and the dagger fell to the ground, Chen Mo staggered towards Bai Yiyi and took a step closer, staring straight at Bai Yiyi with a gentle smile on his face,

"I'll go first, I'm waiting for you underground, don't be afraid ......"

The lower and lower voice fell, Chen Mo slowly closed his eyes, with nostalgia for Bai Yiyi, disappointed, a tall man fell to the ground,

"No, no, I won't die, I won't die," Bai Yiyi stared at Chen Mo's corpse, his dying words kept echoing in his ears,

Bai Yiyi's eyes lit up suddenly, picked up the dagger that fell to the side and put it on her body, turned her head and ran towards another road, she wanted to run back to the capital, to contact the people of Ximen Xianchu, she wanted to do her best to survive,

Suddenly, Bai Yiyi hit his head on a person's body, looked up and looked up, and the narrow road of the enemy touched Ximen Yi,

"How are you," Bai Yiyi lowered his face coldly,

Ximen Yi glanced at Chen Mo, who fell to the ground nowhere, unfolded the folding fan, and shook it leisurely, "You are really powerful enough to kill Chen Mo, but since you have already left the city, wouldn't it be a waste of the hard work of the dead to run back?"

"It's just that Su Ranhua is back, I'm going to be scared and run away, how will I live in the future," Bai Yiyi said quickly calmed down,

"Su Ranqing has long fallen into the hands of Ximen Hao, he has never done anything to you, obviously he wants Su Ranhua to solve you personally, in fact, you know very well, even if there is no Su Ranhua, you will die in the hands of Ximen Hao sooner or later, isn't it," Ximen Yi said mockingly,

In fact, he wasn't sure if Su Ranhua had returned, and Bai Yiyi was just repeating the news that Chen Mo got, but since it was confirmed by Chen Mo, it must be true.

Ximen Yi has always thought that Su Dye painting was taken away by Ximen Hao, since someone sent him back the news of Su Dye's love from Jiangnan, he knew that Su Dye painting was not in Ximen Hao's hands, but went to Jiangnan, as for where in Jiangnan, Ximen Hao didn't know, he didn't know,

Ximen Yi could guess that the person in Jiangnan was Ximen Sheng, and he also thought about combining Ximen Sheng to deal with Ximen Hao, but Ximen Sheng didn't give him any reaction, and didn't seem to want to have anything to do with the people in the capital.

"I'm dead, can you get better, the revenge of killing the son, no one can ignore it indifferently," Bai Yiyi sneered, "You can't even hide a person, you have a few chances of winning,"

"I can't hide it," Ximen Yi put away the folding fan and approached Bai Yiyi, "Didn't I hide it well at first, if there was no halfway thing about you, why would this king move Su to dye her love, take her to the sunset cliff, and expose her to the sight of others,"

"It was you who pretended to be clever and thought of the next three indiscriminate means to frame this king, breaking this king's arrangement," Ximen Yi held a folding fan and knocked Bai Yiyi on the shoulder, "If you want to commit to this king, you can make it clear that this king is not a person who does not understand amorous feelings, but it is really wrong to cause trouble, you really give full play to the hatred of a misstep through the ages,"

Bai Yiyi retreated again and again under the knocking of Ximen Yi, his every word was like a knife digging into her heart, ** Ximen Yi is the biggest hatred in her life, and the self-defeating loss of Su Dye is the biggest accident,

"Okay, hate it, there's no way out, right," Bai Yiyi smiled a little hideously, and greeted Ximen Yi, "Chen Mo has already gone to Huangquan Road to wait first, and it doesn't hurt to send a few more people to Lord Yama, even if I die, there will be someone to accompany me,"

Ximen Yi saw the killing intent in Bai Yiyi's eyes, withdrew the folding fan, and prepared to retreat,

Bai Yiyi pulled out the dagger again, it was still stained with Chen Mo's blood, brandished the dagger, and stabbed towards Ximen Yi,

Ximen Yi took a step back and sneered, "You are really crazy, you want to kill this king, do you think this king is Chen Mo?"

As he spoke, Ximen Yi grabbed Bai Yiyi's hand with his backhand, and threw her aside with a push.

The pain in his wrist made Bai Yiyi unable to hold the dagger and fell off his hand.

Suddenly, a figure flashed, picked up the dagger with lightning speed, and stabbed at Ximen Yi, the speed was so fast that Ximen Yi couldn't parry, and the dagger slashed across his chest,

The person who came brought up the stunned Bai Yiyi, and quickly flashed away,

The accident happened in the blink of an eye, and Simon Yi covered his injured chest with his hands, and for a while he had no understanding of what had just happened.

"King South,"

The appearance of Su Ran's painting made Ximen Yi, who was feeling pain, brighten his eyes,

"It's you, you're really back," Ximen Yi stared at Su Ran's painting, still with an indifferent and plain face, but with a little more of the atmosphere of the rivers and lakes,

Su Ranhua glanced at Ximen Yi's injury, the dagger was stabbed very accurately, straight to the heart, and he didn't feel that his brows were slightly wrinkled, and he looked directly at Ximen Yi, "What about Bai Yiyi,"

On one side is Chen Mo's dead body, and on the other side is the injured Ximen Yi, Bai Yiyi must have met these two for the last time.

"Lord Wang, my subordinates are too late to save the driver,"

Su Ranhua didn't wait for Ximen Yi's answer, but waited for Ximen Yi's subordinates,

Ximen Yi followed Chen Mo and Bai Yiyi closely, he didn't need anyone to deal with these two, not to mention that he didn't want others to hear some words, so he sent his subordinates away and went to block Bai Yiyi's way alone.

But because of this "self-confidence", Ximen Yi was easily stabbed by the person who was caught off guard, and the injured Ximen Yi could only sigh that person's martial arts were extremely high.

"Lord Wang," the subordinates saw at a glance that Ximen Yi's injuries were not light, and they looked nervous to protect Ximen Yi.

"Who hurt you," Su Ran's picture was pale, and she was familiar with the knife technique.

Ximen Yi raised his hand slightly towards Su Ranhua, still holding the folding fan that he was carrying with him, his trembling lips were no longer able to make any sound, and the folding fan fell to the ground in response.

"Lord," exclaimed his subordinate,

Ximen Yi opened his pupils wide and stared at Su Ran's painting, he smelled the breath of death, but he was really reluctant to close his eyes,

This kind of death was something he never thought of, and he was never reconciled, his great cause had not started at all, and he didn't even have time to take a few more glances at Su Dye's paintings.

Su Ranhua stood quietly in front of Ximen Yi, watching his dilated pupils gradually become focusless, and his open eyes insisted on refusing to close.

A generation of southern kings died like this,

This is the so-called impermanence of life.

"Brothers, go up, catch the murderer of the king of the south and avenge the king of the south," the subordinate who helped Ximen Yi to the people who came later, and the direction of his finger was Su Ranhua,