Feng Wei pursed her lips indispensably, and she stretched out a hand: "Give me back the things." ”

Murong Che gritted his teeth: "Aren't you going to explain?" ”

"There's nothing to explain, if it's not me, it's not me, no matter how I explain it, I guess you won't believe me, so why waste my saliva? Give the stuff back to me. ”

Murong Che's hand holding the sachet burst out, and the next moment, black smoke rose from his fist, and as soon as his hand was spread, the purse had already turned into fine powder, falling down his fingers one after another with the wind.

Looking at the dust drifting away, Feng Wei slowly withdrew his hand, without any expression on his face, and even his eyes were unwavering.

She slowly turned around and walked to the tombstone, squatted down and hugged the tombstone, rubbed the words on the tombstone and slowly closed her eyes, just like she was holding Qinghe, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, completely ignoring Murong Che behind her.

Murong Che was enraged by her disregard, and the long sword in his hand pulled a sword flower, and then stabbed towards Feng Wei's back of the heart without warning. When it was about to approach, he regretted it, but the sword momentum was already unstoppable, a sound of flesh sounded, and the sword pierced through the back of Feng Wei's heart, and Feng Wei sprayed a mouthful of blood on the tombstone, covering the words she wrote.

Murong Che was stupid at this moment, and pulled out the sword in Feng Wei's body with a force in his hand, Feng Wei spit out a mouthful of blood in pain and irrepressibly, and the words on the tombstone were written in vain.

Murong Che wanted to step forward to support her, but he was frightened by Feng Wei's sharp eyes that turned his head to look at him, he stopped again, and told himself again and again in his heart that he was not wrong, he was not wrong, he paid his younger brother Murong Zixian, he did nothing wrong, his younger brother was holding her personal belongings in his hand, and he would not be mistaken.

Feng Wei slowly stood up with the tombstone, and before she could stand firmly, she couldn't help coughing up another mouthful of blood, she wiped her mouth with her hand, and then turned around, she protected her chest, and said to Murong Che word by word: "Your affection for me before, this sword can be regarded as a write-off, if you want to fight for your brother's revenge, you should stab another sword." ”

The hilt of the sword that Murong Che held was trembling, and even the tip of the blood-stained sword trembled slightly.

"Why don't you hide?"

He thought that with Feng Wei's strength, this sword would not do anything to her, but he was able to slash the tombstone with one sword, but she didn't hide, is it because this tombstone has his name written on it?

Feng Wei leisurely looked at the birds flying in the sky from time to time, her eyes were a little blurred, her voice was weak, but she still stood quietly with her hands on the tombstone, she said: "I thought I could forget the news that he left me three years ago, but in the past three years, although I forced my face to laugh, but I can't forget the vague scene, at that time I was sick, my vision dropped a little, and I didn't even see his last face, I felt very guilty, regretful, self-blame, this feeling has been pressing my heart for a long time, Sometimes I want to just go with him, but when I think that Feng Yu is still at large, I have been unwilling, so I have waited until now, but if you think I am your brother's killer, you killed me, I have no complaints, I am relieved, and I have to thank you......"

Feng Wei's voice became smaller and smaller, her body slowly slid down, she slowly closed her eyes, she was very tired and tired. As consciousness vanished, she could feel that she had been held in her arms, and then completely unconscious.

When she woke up, she opened her eyes and saw the gray curtain, through which she could vaguely see the scene in the house, the house still had the smell of burning sandalwood incense, calming her nerves, and there was the sound of birds chirping outside the window, which felt particularly peaceful.

She stretched out her hand and lifted a corner of the curtain, and what she saw was all kinds of expensive decorations and ornaments, she was stunned for a moment, she didn't understand what kind of place this was, only Murong Che was present before she fell unconscious, could it be that he saved her? This is where he lives? But with Murong Che's personality, when did he become so luxurious?

She wanted to get up, but the pain in her chest made her understand how ruthless Murong Che's sword was, that sword pierced her chest, almost piercing her heart a little bit, but even so, it made her suffer boundless pain, but compared to the pain of losing Qinghe, this pain was negligible.

Thinking of Qinghe, thinking of the tombstone she wrote, tears fell slightly from the corners of her eyes, but she didn't expect that she was so weak that she couldn't even protect a tombstone.

She took a deep breath and calmed the depression in her heart, Her feelings for Murong Che ended here.

After a while, the sound of the door opening sounded, and when I looked at the door through the gap, I saw a beautiful person, this man seemed to have his own halo no matter where he went, he could give her warmth and sunshine, she opened her mouth and called out two words: "Long Xin." ”

But her voice was so hoarse that even she was startled, she didn't expect her voice to be so hoarse that she couldn't even recognize herself, she looked at Long Xin with a confused look, and saw him quickly pour a glass of water and came to her bed, and then without saying a word, he helped her up, let her lean on his chest, and a cup of warm water was delivered to her mouth, and slowly fed her.

As soon as the bowl of water went down, Feng Wei felt that her voice was much better, but the words she said were still very hoarse: "Why am I here?" ”

Long Xin gently wiped the water stains for her with his fingertips, and then said with a smile: "You are seriously injured, I brought you to Xuanyang Valley." ”

"This is Xuanyang Valley?"

"Well, it's Xuanyang Valley, you were free to come to me, and you didn't come to look for me, so this time I brought you here on my own initiative, you won't blame me, right?"

Feng Wei's eyes darkened, and he said ashamedly: "I'm sorry, I ......"

"Don't say that, I know you have something to do, you don't have time to come to me, I won't blame you, as long as you don't blame me for making your own decisions this time."

Feng Wei pulled out a smile: "How can I blame you, thank you for saving me, cough cough." As she spoke, she couldn't help but cough lightly again.

Long Xin patted her chest, gave her relief, and comforted: "Don't talk first, wait until your injury is healed, let's talk about it, and have a good rest." ”

He let Feng Wei lie flat on the bed, and then reached out to cover her with a quilt, looking at her open watery eyes, he couldn't help but imprint a kiss on her forehead, and under her stunned gaze, he smiled as warm as jade, that demonic smile is really easy to sink.