The next day, Murong Mansion was bustling with activity, and the servants were busy coming in and out. If nothing else, today is the sixth birthday of Murong Zhen, the daughter of Murong Mansion

"Zhen'er, come on. Come to my mother's place. Wang Yan beckoned to her daughter who was sitting next to her and was munching on chicken legs.

Murong Zhen reluctantly put down the chicken leg and rubbed off the seat, his eyes still reluctant to leave the chicken leg for half a minute.

Wang Yan picked up the handkerchief, wiped the oil stains from the corners of her daughter's mouth, and touched her little head dotingly.

"Mother. What's the matter?"

"Zhen'er, how about a gift from my mother for your birthday today?" said he took out a rosewood carved box from his sleeve. opened it, took out a piece of black jade, and hung it around Murong Zhen's neck. "Really. The tone was full of indulgence, and he slowly became a little strict. "You have to remember! This jade pendant must be kept alive. You know what?"

Murong Zhen lowered his head, looked at the jade with a slight blue light in the black in his hand, raised his little face, and smiled sweetly at his mother.

"Mother, I remember. ”

In the vast night, a crescent moon hangs in the air, pouring the bright moonlight. The bitter cold wind swept across the earth with a few remnant leaves.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed away. Suddenly, the moon was covered with a thin veil, and little sparkling snowflakes fell one after another.

"Mother!" Murong Zhen glanced out the window and shouted excitedly: "Look, look, it's snowing! As soon as he finished shouting, he ran out.

"Zhen'er, slow down!" came the voice of his mother's eager care behind him.

Looking at the snowflakes falling all over the sky, Murong Zhen jumped around excitedly, not taking his mother's words to heart at all. In an instant, a thin layer fell on the ground. In the night sky, the hazy crescent moon lined the ethereal sky, which seemed more and more unreal.

Murong Kuang and his wife sat down at the stone table, took a sip of the teacup, and opened their mouths to speak, but they heard a rustling sound in the distance.

"Madame, go back first. Murong Kuang grabbed Wang Yan's hand and said eagerly.

Feeling the faint force coming from her right hand, Wang Yan already knew a little in her heart.

"What should come will come, I'm just worried about it. Thinking of her well-behaved daughter, Wang Yan couldn't help but show a trace of worry in her eyes.

In the snow, two black-clothed people quietly appeared outside the pavilion.

Murong hurriedly escorted his wife behind him, and his eyes swept over the two of them fiercely. "Who are you?"

In the long snow, the man in black squinted his eyes lazily, and his cold, violent eyes swept over them coldly, revealing an indescribable indifference all over his body.

The other man in black had been staring at Wang Yan behind Murong Kuang since he appeared. When he saw the hand clasped with Murong Kuang, the pain in his eyes instantly condensed from hatred into wisps of murderous aura.

At night, the snow flies like a lake with nests. The snow is falling heavily.

His murderous eyes rolled and said hatefully: "The one who killed you." ”

"Oh. Murong Kuang raised his eyebrows slightly, "Then let's see if you have that ability." ”

Wang Yan, who was protected behind her, suddenly froze when she saw the man in black who spoke, and her eyes turned from initial shock to full of joy. For a moment, his eyes suddenly became cloudy, his whole body trembled, and he looked blankly at the front and choked up: "Master...... Senior brother!"

Murong Kuang dragged his wife who was about to come forward with his backhand and pulled her into his arms.

"Senior brother. Please, let him go!"

Seeing that the woman she loved begged for her 'so-called husband', Ren Zi overpressed the pain in her heart and looked sideways at the hazy crescent moon in the sky. He said softly: "Senior sister, this is my business with him, and it has nothing to do with you...... After speaking, he turned around and stared at Murong Kuang, "It's been six years, and there should be a result." “

"Hand over the things. The cold, unforgiving voice came without any warmth.

Murong Kuang raised his eyebrows. "What's that?"

The cold voice was visibly impatient. "You and I know it, don't let me say it a third time. Hand it over quickly. ”

"Master of the door, there is no need to say much to him. ”

As he spoke, he had drawn his sword out of its sheath and pointed directly at Murong Kuang.

Murong Kuang snorted coldly. "Ren Zichao, Hugh is talking nonsense. He bowed his head and said softly to his wife in his arms, "Yan'er, you stand back." ”

The chaotic snowflakes have no intention of stopping, and the sky and the earth are white.

Under the rockery, a small figure is fiddling with a few stones on the ground.

Suddenly, a crisp bird whine pierced the sky, and a few black shadows flashed between the treetops.

Murong Zhen was stunned, threw down the stone in his hand, and quietly followed.

Murong Zhen, who was hiding in the shadows, observed the situation ahead through the layers of pine branches. On the white snow, the two sides have been inseparable, and the man in black is vicious, the sword is deadly, and the sword is light and sword for a while.

Murong Kuang was one against ten, and he gradually became a little unbearable, and dense beads of sweat had already oozed from his forehead. I wanted to cover my wife's breakthrough, but I caught a glimpse of a man in black stabbing his wife with a sword, and his heart suddenly tightened, and he moved forward quickly. There was a sword on his back, and after holding back the pain, Murong Kuang went straight to his wife.

Under the black scarf, a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his thin lips, and his eyes as black as ink suddenly shone brightly. The sword blade turned and went straight to Murong Kuang.

Wang Yan didn't have much to think about and went straight to her husband.

A long sword pierced through his chest, and red blood immediately stained his clothes. On the snowy ground, bright red blood flowers bloom like gorgeous peonies...

"Yan'er, Yan'er..."Murong Kuang caught his wife's crumbling body and cried out in grief. "Why are you so stupid! Yan'er. In the depths of love, drops of tears crossed his cheeks and fell.

"Lin... Lin..."Wang Yan opened her mouth weakly, a fishy sweetness surged up in her throat, a mouthful of blood spurted out, her lips moved slightly, but she couldn't say anything.

The man in black showed an unfathomable smile, his wrist turned slightly, and the blade of the sword grew in vain. Murong Kuang didn't have time to react, and he was stabbed in the chest.

"Say, where is the Purple Word Sutra?" The cold voice without any temperature sounded slowly, and the air suddenly froze.

Wiping the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, Murong Kuang raised his head and sneered: "You don't deserve to know." ”

As he spoke, he was stabbed in the back. The pain of the separation of flesh and bone almost made him breathe.

The man in black narrowed his eyes dangerously and warned, "Think clearly, don't toast and don't eat and drink." ”

Murong Kuang just lowered his head and looked at his wife's quiet face gently. glanced at the man in black who was gradually surrounding him, and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed...

In the treetops, a few startled birds flapped their wings and disappeared into the night sky.

"Dad..."Before he could shout, a pair of hands covered Murong Zhen's mouth in time.

The eyes that were about to cry must have looked at the person who came. The tears could no longer be controlled.

"Miss. Don't be silent. ”

Holding back the sour tears, he bit his cuffs tightly, and looked ahead with hazy teary eyes...

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