Silver Ruming stood beside Xiao Jian.

At this moment, she had no idea what was going on in this courtyard.

Her eyes were full of tears.

All she had in her eyes was the face of the little sword blurred in the tears.

She panicked.

More panicked than at any time in her life.

Fifteen years have passed!

The first time she saw Xiaojian at the Yuelai Inn, she knew that he was her son!

Because Xiao Jian and Qin Lin are almost identical.

also because she knew that the young lady, Miss Lu San, gave birth to a daughter, not a son!

That night, Xiaojian was born.

Before he could even feed a mouthful of milk, he was taken away by Qin Lin.

He is a species of the Qin family, and Yin Ru thought that Qin Lin took him back to recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors.

But on the night of the next day, Qinjian Villa was destroyed.

Since then, the son has been missing.

She thought her son was dead.

It wasn't until the news came from the rivers and lakes that the descendants of Qinjian Villa came from outside the customs that a glimmer of hope rose in her heart.

He really came.

Came with a coffin on his back.

She saw her son, but she didn't dare to recognize him.

Because she doesn't want her son to live with his head bowed in the name of an illegitimate child!

Now she finally mustered up the courage because her son was dying.

Her son is dead, and she has no plans to live.

Xiao Jian was obviously surprised as well.

The corners of his mouth were bleeding, and blood was pouring out of his internal organs.

His eyes were a little dim, but he was still looking at the face of Yin Ru in front of him......

Mother?

The title of mother is too distant and unfamiliar to Xiaojian.

In the desert outside the gate, in the place where the yellow sand is in the sky.

He lived in a small house under the old poplar tree for ten years, and all he had by his side was Xiaoqin and his two knives.

In addition to taking care of his sister Xiaoqin, he is almost always practicing knives.

There's only one trick to practice - draw the sword!

At some sunset.

He would lean against the old poplar tree with his sister Xiaoqin, look at the gorgeous sunset in the desert, and talk about his mother or father—

The master left the two brothers and sisters here.

They don't know who their parents really are.

Xiaoqin has not had legs since she was a child, Xiaoqin said...... They are children abandoned by their parents.

Like the young eagle resting on the treetops whose wings are not yet full.

In order to survive, it must learn to fly on its own.

The siblings were only five years old that year.

Three years later, the master came again.

This time I told them about their backgrounds.

Only then did they know that they were carrying the blood feud on their backs.

Xiaoqin didn't originally practice martial arts.

It was in that year that the master brought the gun.

It's called the Silver Gun!

The master asked Xiaoqin to practice only one shot-

The master said, that's called a gentle shot!

In the most gentle way, kill the enemy who has committed the most heinous crime.

Only one chance!

They have been practicing this gun for seven years!

Last year, the master brought the coffin.

Xiaoqin has lived in that coffin ever since.

The brother and sister, who have grown up, never talked about their father and mother again.

This originally warm title has become a pain buried in their hearts.

Xiao Jian already knew from his master that he and Xiao Qin were half-brothers, but he also thought that his mother died in the fire fifteen years ago.

He never expected this woman to call herself!

"You...... You're me...... Mother? ”

"Hmm!"

Silver nodded desperately.

She stretched out her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of Xiaojian's mouth, but she couldn't wipe it clean.

She hurriedly tore off one of the sleeves of her clothes, trying to block the blood from the little sword's mouth.

Little Sword laughed, and he laughed happily.

He seemed to have forgotten that he was going to die.

He didn't care about being an illegitimate child at all.

His happiness is ......

The mother she has fantasized about for more than ten years, she is actually alive, and she is actually by her side.

It made him feel warm.

But it made his heart ache again.

His voice grew lower:

"Mother...... Children are not filial......"

Before his words fell, Xiao Wu had already walked over.

When Xiao Wu walked over, Princess Liyang, who was sitting under the eaves opposite, had already stood up.

"Bang dang!" Bang.

The bird's nest in her hand fell to the ground and shattered.

Xiao Wu didn't look back, he was looking at Xiao Jian's injury, and after two breaths, he pulled out the bloody silver spear!

This is a big taboo.

But that's what he did.

The moment the gun was pulled out, Xiao Wu's hand suddenly brightened.

His palm landed on Xiaojian's wound, and he kicked the dead Zhou Dashan and flew out.

He just carried the little sword into the coffin that had been laid flat.

He also entered the coffin.

The girl on the ground, named Xiaoqin, crawled over with difficulty.

Her hand held the coffin, and the tears in her eyes fell down, "Please, please save my little sword brother!" ”

She was prostrate on the ground.

Kept kowtowing to the coffin.

A pit appeared in the ground, and the pit was filled with red blood.

Xiao Wu walked out of the coffin, picked up the lid of the coffin, patted Xiaoqin's shoulder, and in Xiaoqin's shocked sight, he wrote a line of words on the ground:

"Don't let anyone lift the lid on this coffin!"

He stepped into the coffin again, lay down, and closed the lid.

It wasn't pitch black in the coffin.

Xiao Wu is glowing.

He is like a Buddha.

……

……

Princess Liyang didn't glance at the coffin.

She stared at Yan Jidao, who was standing in the heavy snow, her face full of disbelief.

"How did you get out?"

Yan Jidao didn't turn his head to look at her.

This is the deepest disgust that comes from the heart.

He walked over, stood beside Xiaoqin, and picked up the bloody silver spear on the ground.

He practiced boxing.

But when he held this gun, even those two half-step great masters took three steps back in unison!

He's like this gun.

The tiredness and decadence on his face disappeared in this instant.

With the gun in his hand, it seems that there will no longer be any gentle shots.

The turquoise barrel of the gun seemed to make a sound like a dragon's groan.

The tip of the silver spear pointed to the sky.

The spear flashed everyone's eyes at this moment.

He groaned for a full breath, and he seemed to have finally made a decision.

Princess Liyang took a step back.

One more step back.

Her heart trembled.

She had already sensed the monstrous killing intent that Yan Jidao had passed on to her!

"You can't kill me!"

"If you kill me, my husband will hate you for the rest of your life!"

She took a step back again.

She had retreated to the open door of the main room.

But instead of disappearing, the killing intent locked on her body became more and more intense, so that it made her feel cold all over her body.

"For the sake of that woman, you don't care about the wife of the hair?"

"I've been married to you for so many years, how many days have you been at home?"

Princess Liyang roared hoarsely, "Where am I inferior to that woman!" ”

"What I did wasn't for Yanfu!"

"I didn't destroy Qinjian Villa so that you could go home!"

"I'm a woman!"

"But I'm a widow for you!"

"Why!"

She took another step back and stood in the door.

Her guards had already gathered in front of her.

She stretched out her arms and burst out laughing:

"That's right, you and Miss Lu San are childhood sweethearts, but so what?"

"You didn't marry her after all!"

She stretched out a hand and pointed at Yan Jidao in the distance, looking like madness:

"It was you who caused the Chehou Mansion to be destroyed!"

"I'm Princess Ningguo! Why is she, Miss Lu San, fighting with me! ”

"If you dare to be the first year of junior high school, I will dare to be the fifteenth!"

"You're not going home...... You think there are no other men around me?! ”

"Zifu is not your son!"

"I cuckolded you!"

"Hahaha......!"

She retreated into the room and closed the door.

With a hideous smile on her face, she had just turned around and leaned her back against the door.

Yan Jidao's face was as cold as frost, and he waved his hand and threw the gun in his hand.

An incomparably domineering shot!

The gun is like a ray of light.

Turquoise silver light.

One shot away.

Penetrate eight people.

Pierced through that thick door.

Princess Liyang felt a pain in her chest.

She looked down and saw a gun coming out of her body.

Bloody Silver Gun!

This is the gun that Miss Lu San used to use.

She looked at the silver tip of the spear.

In a trance, I felt that Miss Lu San walked out of the tip of the gun.

Looking at her and smiling proudly.