In the spring, the snow in the north mountain melts into water, but the plum tree on the plum mountain has taken off the prosperity of the tree, and the lonely branches appear more lonely.

A knife was slashed out, and the sword light was still as cold as the wind.

The bloody knife in the hand of the evil slave Howling Sky Tiger Lu Zhishen rushed like spring thunder, cutting off too much loneliness. He smiled miserably, revealing his black and yellow broken teeth, pointed at the man in black in front of him, and said mockingly, The old prince is dead, why do you bother to kill them all like this?

Under the lonely plum tree, at the grave of the old prince Luo Cheng, there was a person standing, he was covered in darkness, and the whole figure was shrouded in the backlight of the setting sun.

He was so quiet, so quiet that it seemed to blend in with the endless mountains......

"The Funeral Knife" Volume 1: Returning to the People on a Snowy Night Chapter 87 The Flowers Are Becoming Charming Eyes are hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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