Outside the city of Tuzhou.

In the mountains and forests.

"I hate you, I hate all of you Murong family!"

Wang Yuyan looked at Murong Bo who was kneeling on the ground, gritted her teeth, and struggled to say.

Now she must have mixed feelings, maybe no one can understand the pain in her heart now, she has been deceived by others like a fool for more than 20 years, such a sense of frustration and loss is unimaginable.

Such deception is more heartbreaking than betrayal.

"It doesn't matter so much whether you hate or not, I don't care anymore, I've fallen to where I am now, there's nothing to say. Maybe wrong, but there is no way, this is my mission. ”

Murong Bo smiled bitterly and shook his head and said.

"Do you really think you're wrong?!"

At this moment, a voice full of resentment came, and then a staggering figure appeared in front of everyone.

Seeing this person, Yu Po rushed over as soon as possible and supported the visitor with both hands.

Mei Jian!

Hearing this, Xiao Jun, who was facing back, couldn't help frowning, and his expression was a little solemn.

"Holy Lord, I'm sorry, I didn't hide it. ”

A doorman from the Tuzhou branch who came with Mei Jian knelt in front of Xiao Jun and said reproachfully.

"It's none of your business, get up. ”

Xiao Jun said lightly.

When he set off this morning, the Tuzhou branch received the news from the Yunzhou branch, and he already knew that Mei Jian was on the way to Tuzhou City despite the dissuasion, and from that time he knew that the matter of the bamboo sword could not be hidden.

But he didn't expect Mei Jian to come so quickly, and he shouldn't have rested all the way.

Hearing Mei Jian's words, Murong Bo, who was originally kneeling on the ground, turned his head and glanced at it, but did not say anything, because he didn't know Mei Jian at all.

"I'm asking you, do you really think you're wrong?"

Mei Jian slowly walked towards Murong Bo, his eyes were full of hatred, with tears in his eyes, and his expression was painful.

"Mei Jian, still don't bow to the Holy Lord!?"

Yu Po reminded in a low voice in Mei Jian's ear.

But Mei Jian didn't seem to hear it at all, and still walked straight towards Murong Bo, as if he couldn't see anyone else except Murong Bo in his eyes.

Seeing Mei Jian's appearance, Xiao Jun couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he had already guessed what was going to happen next.

"Are you deaf?!I'll ask you again!"

Mei Jian finally walked in front of Murong Bo, stared at Murong Bo, and asked through gritted teeth.

She deliberately leaned sideways to avoid looking at the bamboo sword in the tomb.

"Who are you?!What does it matter to you whether I am right or wrong?!"

Murong Bo raised his head, frowned, and looked at Mei Jian and said with some dissatisfaction.

"What does it have to do with me? It doesn't matter? Does that have anything to do with her!?"

Mei Jian's expression was distorted, he glared at Murong Bo with an angry face, pointed at Wang Yuyan, and asked with a crying voice.

Murong Bo was speechless for a while and did not speak.

"Does it have anything to do with her?!"

Immediately afterwards, Mei Jian pointed at the bamboo sword lying in the coffin with his back and glared at Murong Bo and said loudly.

Murong Bo was completely speechless.

"If it weren't for you, how could she have died?! You tell me! A person like you who doesn't even spare his own relatives deserves to die if he doesn't deserve to live in this world!"

Mei Jian looked at Murong Bo excitedly and said loudly.

Because she came late, she didn't know that Murong Bo and Wang Yuyan actually had nothing to do with each other.

Murong Bo didn't speak, glanced at Xiao Jun who was standing not far away, and frowned.

"Holy Lord, the bamboo sword died to save Miss Wang, he can't just die in such an unknown way! Murong Bo is the initiator, he must die!"

Mei Jian suddenly looked up at Xiao Jun and shouted hysterically, tears already soaking his cheeks.

Xiao Jun hesitated for a moment, then turned around, didn't say a word, and didn't pay attention to it anymore.

At the moment when Xiao Jun turned around, Mei Jian suddenly drew his sword, and then the sword blade flashed towards Murong Bo's neck!

A stream of bloody arrows flew out!

Murong Bo's throat had been cut in an instant, and his eyes widened in horror.

"Void Bamboo... You don't count..."

Murong Bo had already swallowed his last breath halfway through his words. He looked at Mei Jian standing beside him until he died, maybe he never dreamed that he would die in such a way, at the hands of a nobody whose name he didn't even know.

Xiao Jun didn't speak, didn't stop.

Originally, he had just said that if Murong Bo was willing to tell the truth, he might let him live. But with the arrival of Mei Jian, he knew that he was going to lose his words.

He couldn't let Murong Bo leave in front of Mei Jian, he knew that this was what Tianmen owed to Mei Jian's brothers and sisters.

It was the first time he had broken his promise, but he didn't regret it.

Murong Bo's death may also be regarded as a relief for Wang Yuyan.

After killing Murong Bo, Mei Jian finally turned around and fell in front of Zhujian's tomb at once, and couldn't help but start crying, and the painful appearance made everyone present couldn't help but be moved.

Yu Po has been comforting and supporting Mei Jian's side, and tears have fallen again.

After Wang Yuyan looked at the sad Mei Jian for a long time, she slowly walked towards Xiao Jun, who had been facing away from her, and went straight past Murong Bo, who had been breathing for a long time, without a trace of pity, not even a second glance.

"Thank you. ”

After Wang Yuyan came to Xiao Jun's side, she stood quietly and said in a low voice, her voice a little choked.

"Why do you suddenly want to say thank you. ”

Xiao Jun smiled bitterly, looked at the dense mountains and forests not far away, and said lightly.

"Of course I want to thank you, if I hadn't met you, maybe I would have been kept in the dark until now, and I would have continued to be deceived like a fool, thank you for appearing and letting me know this. ”

Wang Yuyan turned her head to look at Xiao Jun and said softly, her eyes full of gratitude.

"Fool!"

Xiao Jun turned his head to look at Wang Yuyan, who was like pear blossoms with rain, said with a smile, and reached out to hug Wang Yuyan into his arms.

Wang Yuyan threw herself into Xiao Jun's arms, clinging to it tightly, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes again.

Zhu Jian's death, her own life experience, and the fact that she had been deceived for more than twenty years were enough for her to let go for a long time, she knew.

But fortunately, she still has this person by her side to accompany her and accompany her without abandoning.

For her, that's enough.

After a long time, the bamboo sword finally covered the coffin, it was Mei Jian's own hand, and then buried the first handful of soil with his own hands.

The bamboo sword was finally buried, and Murong Bo and the five black-clothed men were all burned, turned into ashes, scattered with the wind, and fell around the bamboo sword's grave.

Since then, there is only one person left in the two swords of Meizhu.

......

In the mountains and forests in the distance, under a big tree, there was a woman dressed in white, with a veil on her face, looking at the crowd in the distance, looking at Xiao Jun and Wang Yuyan, who were snuggled together, her fists clenched, her body trembled slightly, and she was a little excited.

After a long time, the woman in white reluctantly turned around and walked towards the depths of the mountain forest, and gradually disappeared into the distance.