Almost summer, in the green hill peach and plum forest, peach trees, holding up a cluster of petals, there is no delicate dripping people in early spring, but it is scorching blooming.

The breeze blowing in the distance carried a hint of dry heat, and the petals of some peach trees that were insufficient in the fairy forest were dying. There are still some 10,000-year-old peach blossoms left, and the rhizomes are dug into the deepest soil, exuding fragrance.

Qiqiao slowly raised his head and looked at the little peach powder in the night.

The petals fell, and I was blinded by this.

Her eyes were a little sour, and she rubbed them and sighed.

If that's right, this should be the last time she sees the peach blossoms on Qingqiu Mountain.

It's a pity, thank you.

She clenched the small dagger she was holding in her hand, and the cold and sharp touch made her heart freeze coldly.

It is not easy to take this path, the choice was painful at the beginning, and it is also painful to continue now.

But she has betrayed her young lady,

What else could she do?

- but lackeys!

Hearing the sound of bamboo and wood arrows from Qingwei's fox hole, I don't know which assassin is activating the mechanism.

In Qingqiu, there is a rule that is not famous.

That is when competing for the position of patriarch, Qingqiu is allowed to assassinate each other, as long as it is ...... Can kill.

Otherwise, if the person to be killed is still alive and becomes the patriarch, it will be the end of the assassination of the loser.

Therefore, such an obvious move is silent even if someone sees it.

Some of the maids who originally lived next to Qingwei's fox cave moved out overnight for fear of being implicated.

Qiqiao sighed heavily, and she remembered the look in Qing Wei's eyes when she was stabbed by a bamboo, and she felt shocked.

"Miss...... Tangram is unwilling. ”

……

Inside the house,

The dead soldier dressed in black slashed towards Qing Wei with a sharp sword in his hand, and Qing Wei saw through such a reckless move, and directly cut off the white sword blade in his hand with two fingers.

"Click" to scrap this weapon.

The weapons were abolished, and the outcome of this war was very obvious.

But a dead soldier is a dead soldier, and he must complete his task until he dies.

He had no choice, so he let out a loud shout and concentrated his whole body strength on his right fist, without any extra words.

"-Look for death!"

Her eyes narrowed, and she directly grasped the dead man's right fist, dissolving all the mana waves that hit him from tail to head.

With a "click", the turbulent wave broke along the dead man's arm.

His eyes widened in horror as he watched his right arm, which had been turned into a rock, easily wrenched off by the woman in front of him.

And connected to this hand, the tear between the bones spread all the way to the side of the shoulder.

This great pain danced in the air with beads of blood from the ruptured tendons.

The other three people who were hiding in the house took advantage of Qing Wei's distraction to attack her with weapons.

One person faced the thunderbolt from top to bottom, one person cut off his waist halfway, and the other swept his bottom plate.

Let one person attract Qing Wei's attention in front of him first, it must be a dead end, and then the three of them cooperate perfectly, and they must be determined to win.

It's a pity,

They chose the wrong person.

The original dead man's whole body had not yet been completely broken, and the three of them were disturbed. Qing Wei tore his arm from his body and "snapped" on the face of the black-clothed man who attacked her.

The man in black was caught off guard, his whole face was hit by a huge force, and he was forced to fold into a strange shape from the base of his neck, his throat was twisted, and his eyes were cracked.

All of a sudden, the whole house was bloody, mixed with the fragrance of peach blossoms wafting from the window, and the air was filled with a strange smell.