"Little ...... Little sister ......" Situ Li's pupils shrank sharply, he never thought of hurting his youngest sister.

Hurt the girl who always protected herself from her back.

The people of the Situ family, only Situ Wan really regards him as his own brother.

As a member of the Situ family, he also had a moment of trance hesitation, but he had no choice, and the sea of blood was full of hatred.

The master will not let him go.

That's why he chose to do it when Situ Wan left Yong'an City.

Her appearance in the Li Mansion again was something that Situ Li never expected, because he looked more than ten years older than his peers because of his martial arts training.

Situ Wan couldn't recognize him, he helped her everywhere in the Li Mansion, but the person she wanted to kill was the master.

Li Yiyang was the first person his master ordered him to kill, and he was also the noble person in his life, how could he do it to the only person who appreciated his ability?

Putting Situ Li in the dungeon was something he had managed to get.

But Situ Wan couldn't dispel the idea of killing the master, it wasn't that she hadn't thought about letting her out, it was that Situ Wan didn't want to leave.

He could only give Situ Wan some medicine after she was injured, hang her life, as long as she lived.

But did he still kill her with his own hands?

Situ Li's voice trembled, he couldn't believe that the girl in front of him who seemed to be like a blazing sun had really fallen, he stretched out his trembling hand, as if he wanted to confirm.

But the little boy held the person in his arms, and as soon as Situ Li stretched out his hand, he was pierced through the palm of his hand by Chu Jiujiu with a needle, and the bones connecting his fingers could be clearly seen.

Stitch after stitch, each stitch with anger, piercing out bloody holes and making the scalp tingle.

Everyone breathed for a while, looked at the crazy little boy in front of them in disbelief, and then heard the little boy's sobbing sound again, and lowered his head again, falling into a dead silence.

Situ Li just twisted his eyebrows, his hands trembled, and he still stubbornly stretched out his hand forward, wanting to block the woman's chest, and the blood that kept gushing out could make the people on the ground get better.

"Get out of here!" Chu Jiuyi pushed him away, and the bean-sized tears broke the embankment again with a roar.

The little boy's original warm and clean voice was angry and sad at the moment.

There was silence all around, and a sad aura spread.

The person who is pressed is out of breath.

"Situ Li! You killed her! Chu Jiujiu's pupils were flooded with tears, hideous and ruthless.

The man's hand was already bloody and fleshy, but Chu Jiujiu did not have the slightest relief.

"He" picked up the silver needle again, as if he wanted to attach all the sorrow and sadness in his heart to the silver needle, and pierced it towards Situ Li's heart.

"He" is going to kill Situ Li!

Kill him!

"Sister..."The voice of the woman in her arms was empty, "Don't..."

Chu Jiujiu's silver needle was attached to the man's heart, "he" really wanted to dig out the heart of the person in front of him to see what color it was.

The silver needle still pierced Situ Li's heart, and the blood was gushing out, but when he heard Situ Wan call Sister again, Chu Jiujiu reluctantly took his hand back.

"Awan......" Chu Jiujiu looked at her with red and swollen eyes.

Situ Li knelt on the ground, his bloody hands were still bleeding out, his body was bent forward, his body was trembling with sobbing, he choked and said, "Why? You know that she can't be Mo Sheng at all, why do you have to protect him desperately? ”

"Why?!"

"Why don't you let him ...... Kill me...... I killed hundreds of people up and down Situ...... Younger sister...... Don't you understand? Why don't you kill me......? ”

The man in front of him knelt on the ground, his hair looked whiter, and he couldn't cry, as if he was questioning and feeling guilty.

Chu Jiujiu was stunned in his heart, his scarlet eyes looked at the woman in his arms, his voice was extremely gentle, but with a trace of doubt: "You already knew?" ”

The woman's wrinkled half of her face was soaked in blood, and she still smiled gently, like a gorgeous rose, "You and Sister are really alike... Her eyes are so good-looking...... Dazzling like glass, but full of compassion... Gentle ...... to everyone."

She spat blood again, and used all her strength to speak, Chu Jiujiu could feel that she wanted to whisper to herself, so she put her hand on the back of her neck and leaned it to her ear, so that she could use less strength, and a gust of wind that could not be touched in her ears blew: "You are also a little girl, you want to ...... Protect yourself...... Thank you......."

Thank you for being like Sister Mo Sheng and allowing yourself to be willful.

The first time she saw Hua Qi'an in the dark dungeon, Hua Qi'an was wearing men's clothes, but she called her name in the gentlest tone, and for a moment, she really felt that Sister Mo Sheng was back, or attached to Hua Qi'an's body.

Through the temptation of words, she felt that Hua Qi'an really wanted to save herself, so she continued to pretend that she didn't understand anything, and she thought that if she went out with Hua Qi'an, she would have a chance to kill Li Yiyang.

But when she knew that Hua Qi'an also wanted to kill Li Yiyang, she felt that she had met an accomplice, and she met an accomplice for the first time.

Hua Qi'an was very good to her, and her gentle bowing head and smiling were very similar to Sister A, until that night Hua Qi'an secretly came to treat her, and she no longer resisted as she did at the beginning, because she was sure that Hua Qi'an would not harm her through contact, so she cooperated and pretended to sleep.

When she heard Hua Qi'an's broken thoughts, she killed the only possibility of Sister Mo Sheng's resurrection.

Sister Mo Sheng will never come back.

I know it......

She just didn't want to believe it......

Chu Jiujiu trembled, her voice was obviously as light as a feather, no one could hear it except herself, but when it fell on her ears, it seemed to weigh like a thousand catties.

When did she find out?

Situ Wan looked at the sky dyed red by the sunset, and her voice was low and faint: "I can finally go to see Sister Mo Sheng...... What if she doesn't forgive me and leave me......"

Chu Jiujiu looked down at her, the tears in his eyes were spinning in circles, his nose was blocked and he couldn't breathe, and he choked up: "Then you can coax her well......"

"Good..."

As soon as the fluttering words fell, Chu Jiujiu felt her palms sinking, and her head fell heavily on the palms of "his".

I can't get up again.

No breath.

Chu Jiujiu lowered his eyes, unable to speak for a long time, and the tears of Dou Da kept falling.

The sobs grew louder and louder, until he was shaking from crying again.

It turned out that Situ Wan had known her identity for a long time, when did she know about it?

Chu Jiu was in the voice of Sister A, and all he could hear was Situ Wan's heartfelt thoughts.

"He" really feels sorry for the two girls.

Obviously, all his life is for each other.

But no one knows.

No one spoke.

I was afraid of Mo Sheng until I died, and I didn't forgive her for saying goodbye......

That day, Su's eyelashes trembled, his eyes were red, and his hand was placed between his forehead, which was the highest etiquette that the grassland people did when their friends and relatives died, and the young man maintained his posture for a long time before he lowered his hand, and he didn't dare to look up at the crying little boy.

His heart had been stirred by the little boy, like a ball of cotton, and he had difficulty breathing.

Chu Jiujiu's eyes were hazy, and he was dizzy from crying, but he vaguely saw the man kneeling in front of him, wiping his neck with a sword, blood splattered on the spot, and a low questioning male voice fell: "Who is the person above you?" ”

Chu Jiujiu couldn't hear an answer again, only saw blood all over the ground, dregating the originally spotless main hall into a bright pink.

At a glance, the eyes are full of red, and no other colors can be seen.

"He" raised his red, swollen and sad eyes, looking at the delicately carved face, the ice and snow aura around him had dissipated, and he didn't even lower his head and said casually: "Death is a relief for her." ”

I can't hear it.

Chu Jiujiu felt that he also had a heart, and he would definitely hurt a little, even if it was for a second.

But his peach blossom eyes are still as deep as ink, and he can't find sadness, and there is no ripple.

Chu Jiujiu was tired of crying, his voice was hoarse, and he couldn't speak, he was already infected with the wind and cold, and his strong body could no longer support it, and he fainted on the man's legs.

The little boy's head was against the knees of the ink-robed man, his knees were obviously straight, his hands were instantly closed, he didn't look down, he only ordered in a deep voice: "Move away from this king's legs." ”

The man didn't move.

Emperor Ci's face was displeased, and no one had ever disobeyed his orders, and it was the first time that someone had been so bold, and he was slighted again and again, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, "Hua Qi'an." ”

His voice was cold.

The man still didn't move.

At this time, he was completely angry, and he lowered his head and raised his hand to push the person away, but he paused in mid-air.

I saw that the little boy closed his eyes, the fine light fell on his body, and a small group knelt in a pool of blood, but how did he look at it and feel that the blood on his face did not match.

The little boy looked like he had a bookish aura, but remembering his ruthless and decisive appearance just now, Emperor Ci frowned.

The little boy's chest rose and fell evenly, the tears on his face were faintly visible, but the pale lips were hooked with a smile.

At this moment, Chu Jiujiu vaguely saw two girls of the same age in his dream.

The bright girl with a red tassel gun on her back and a white horse on her feet galloped towards the city of Yong'an, she pulled the reins with her bare hands, the white horse neighed, she hooked her red lips, and her tired and gentle eyes fell on the girl in a white dress under the horse, and then said to the man like the rest of her life: "Sister, I'm here to pick you up." ”

The posture of an immortal, the spotless Mo Sheng, the beautiful eyes full of the girl on the white horse, responded softly: "I've been waiting for you for a long time." ”

Emperor Ci was watching, and the little boy's hand hugged his leg, like a sloth.