When Liufeng saw Ye Qianchen carrying Tao Yao down the mountain.

My jaw dropped to the ground in shock.

The master is now the king of Great Xia, and he is the honor of the Ninety-Five, how can he carry others casually......

That's not right, that's not right.

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The snow fell all night.

The two of them lay in their tents, watching the snow fall in the sky, their hearts throbbing, and they had no sleep all night.

The next day.

Both men feigned their composure in front of each other, trying to remain natural, as if nothing had happened.

After all.

None of them have ever had any experience in falling in love......

Fortunately, the big thing is now.

Ye Qianchen was busy investigating the mastermind behind the scenes, and Tao Yao went to Beiguan Mountain to continue looking for people, both at the same time.

However, two days have passed, and Ye Qianchen has to discuss with different people all day because of his identity, but there is no news about the case of Yue Jiajun.

As long as Tao Yao asked, there was no clue yet.

She couldn't help but be a little discouraged, and always felt that Ye Qianchen was either running away or perfunctory her.

Tao Yao was so angry that she didn't say a word to him for an afternoon, and decided to investigate it herself.

And at this very time.

She stumbled upon a place similar to a mass grave near the back mountain of Beiguan Mountain.

It was littered with corpses.

Tao Yao jumped down and looked at it carefully.

Most of the corpses are no longer identifiable, or they are horrific deaths and have no heads; Either the whole body is burned black, and the face can't be distinguished at all......

As far as the eye can see, these corpses are not wearing the armor of Great Xia or Beiling, and they seem to have existed for some time.

Even if it's winter, it can't stop the stench of decay.

Tao Yao frowned slightly.

But he bent down and continued to rummage.

She was about to search all over the Beiguan Mountain, but there was still no trace of Lao Yue.

So you can't let go of any details.

As soon as she thought of this, her hand slammed.

Slowly turning his head, his gaze fell on the pale hand not far away.

On the palm of his hand was a long scar, as if a long time had passed, and the scar had taken on a dark brown color.

Looking up at the hand, the owner of the hand was pressed under a pile of corpses, and his face was completely invisible.

Tao Yao was stunned for a moment.

Then he rushed over like crazy and moved the stacked corpses on top of him one by one.

The people below finally showed their faces.

Her fingertips trembled slightly, and she gasped.

The face had been distorted by the fire, and it was so horrible that it was completely unrecognizable.

Tao Yao lowered her head and stroked his hand carefully.

That big hand was covered with calluses because of the perennial holding of the sword, and it was cold and stiff at the moment, and it was no longer as warm as before.

I don't know who has removed the armor on his body, and his hand is tightly covering the place where his heart is, as if he is protecting something.

Tao Yao reached out and pulled out a few neatly folded pieces of paper.

She opened them one by one, and the familiar handwriting on them came into view, and her whole body froze, as if a hand had passed through her chest, clutching her heart tightly, and the pain was so painful that she couldn't breathe.

The paper he was clinging to.

One by one.

It's all letters she wrote to him.

She just sat in the mass grave full of dead bodies and the stench of them, holding Lao Yue's corpse, crying silently.

No wonder they kept saying that he was nowhere to be found, that no one could be found.

How can you tell who's who is when you're burned like this?

Tao Yao gritted her teeth.

When she catches the murderer of Lao Yue, she must cut him with a thousand knives!