The faint morning light once again shrouded Fengyun Village, and if it weren't for those recent horror incidents, everyone in Fengyun Village would feel comfortable under the warm sun.

On this warm morning, Sikong Jing also welcomed a guest in the lobby of the main village.

At this time, there was no one else in the main hall except him and the guest.

It's not just that it's still early, but the bigger reason is that the seal in Sikong Jing's hand completely covers the surroundings, even if anyone else walks to the door of the lobby, they won't find that there are people inside, and only the three village owners here are qualified to enter.

Si Xiang is still dressed in white and dressed, with a fairy spirit, but at this time, she feels that she is no longer a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world, but more like an eternal piece of ice.

From form to soul, it was cold.

Compared to a few days ago, when he gave a speech at the Tenryu Festival, Sikong Jing has gone a lot of vicissitudes. At this time, his cheeks were sunken, and he described him as withered, like a dull old man, lifeless.

"What should come will come. Sikong Jing muttered in a low voice, holding the seal in his hand, and said, "What should I call you, Si Nuxia, or ...... Fourth sister?"

Si Xiang said coldly: "I'm not a woman, but I'm not your sister either." ”

"It was you who forced my mother out of here, and finally died of depression, I want to kill you to take revenge, rightly so. ”

When Si Xiang speaks, he always gives people a sense of taking it for granted.

Not only because of her temperament that can be overwhelming invisibly, but also because of her tone, she is always justified.

According to Qu Youyuan's words, as long as the reason is in his hands, he can always scold and win the opponent.

The current Si Xiang is in charge.

Sikong Jing sighed: "Back then, the second brother was bewitched, and I, the eldest brother, just stood by and watched, and my mother ......."

"Shut up. Si Xiangqiao's face was already cold, the Qiushui sword was suddenly unsheathed, and a clear scar appeared on Sikong Jing's chest, "You are not qualified to call my mother." ”

The scars were not deep, the bones were not broken, and there was still blood flowing out.

Combined with the Sikong family's family inheritance exercises, Sikong Jing's physique is already at the level of the seventh-order martial sect after all.

Sikong Jing smiled bitterly: "Since we have done something wrong back then, we have already thought about the consequences, if Miss Si wants to kill me, you can do it now, don't implicate others anymore." ”

After saying that, he opened his arms, relaxed his whole body, and calmly waited for death to come.

That's what they owe her.

Back then, he didn't stop the second brother's nonsense, and he also let the third brother's inaction, but he didn't expect that the final outcome would be like that.

He never thought that a weak woman could pass through the vast desert and come to the real world, let alone that she actually left a child, and this person, who should have been their fourth sister, had already taken the most decisive gesture and launched revenge on them.

Si Xiang snorted coldly and said, "As you wish." ”

The Qiushui Sword was handed forward one by one, and Sikong Jing's head was picked up, and blood gushed from the broken part of his neck, staining the ground blood-red.

Seeing the head fall to the ground like a ripe watermelon, the cold expression on Si Xiang's face was gone.

Two lines of hot tears slipped from the corners of her eyes and dripped onto Qiushui Sword.

At this moment, she remembered a lot.

The mother who was crawling at the bottom, suffering humiliation and abuse, and still brought her up with great difficulty, but he couldn't see her being taken away by the elders of the Snow Peak Sword Sect and officially embarking on the path of cultivation.

When the master used his own cultivation to forcibly break the innate pulse in her body, the pain as if her entire body was torn apart.

In order to take revenge on the family that he had told his mother about and did not have any warmth, he cultivated diligently in the Snow Peak Sword Sect.

Time flies, and her thoughts still drift back to the current Fengyun Village.

Cute and cute, Yuan Xue can't get rid of it.

Like a fart, fortunately, Zhong Buyan, who can still come in handy.

The mysterious and mysterious herring roe of the god who died in the end.

I don't know if it's clumsy or really stupid, I obviously found out that she shot Sikong Ming and the others, and she was busy covering her up, and even committed suicide with a knife, Liu Shang, who was charged with killing herring roe.

and the impenetrable Xu Jinsong, as well as ...... Zhou Han.

Si Xiang narrowed his eyes and showed a relieved expression.

All the hardships and hardships, hatreds and resentments were finally settled at this moment.

"It's over. ”

She lowered her head and looked at the Qiushui Sword in her hand, which was rumored to be able to distinguish the stars, and her smile was a little pale. 600

What she did in Fengyun Village was no different from that of the demons, and even crazier than some of the villains she had killed.

Boasting of his own righteous ways, in the end, he bowed his head to bitter hatred and even made a deal with the demon.

I can't go back.

Si Xiang smiled bitterly, wiped away his tears, and quickly regained his composure.

The revenge is avenged, and she doesn't care at all about what the yin and yang weird old demon left in Fengyun Village.

Bringing Yuan Xue back to the Snow Peak Sword Sect, she is still the fairy in the hearts of countless people, and this kind of bloody case in a remote place, no one will care about it after a while, let alone involve her.

Si Xiang was about to leave the lobby, but his steps suddenly froze, he opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to speak, and finally spit out two words lightly: "Senior sister?"

Yuan Xue stood in front of the gate, and the whole person seemed to have become a statue.

The barrier that shrouded the lobby had long since been broken by the death of Sikong Jing.

Her godless eyes swept over the corpse inside with separate heads, and then to the blood-stained Qiushui Sword in the hands of her senior sister Si Xiang.

Tears of bean size kept rolling down her little face, Yuan Xue trembled and looked at this extremely strange Senior Sister Si Xiang, her voice trembling and weak, "Why?"

Si Xiang lowered his head and didn't answer, just put the Qiushui Sword back into its sheath.

She had only taken a small step forward, and the little girl was on the verge of an enemy, and almost stumbled and fell.

Yuan Xue took a few steps back, trembled and pulled out the saber at his waist, quickly put on the starting pose of the Sky Sword Technique, and shouted in horror: "Don't come here!"

Si Xiang stopped where he was, smiling wryly.

In Yuan Xue's eyes, the kind senior sister who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, I'm afraid she is completely dead.

"No matter what you think of me in your heart, I will always be your senior sister and will never harm you. ”

Si Xiang put her sword into the sheath and walked slowly towards Yuan Xue, even if she tried to make her expression calm, she couldn't make Yuan Xue let go of the fear in her heart.

Yuan Xue's whole body was trembling at this time.

She couldn't have imagined that the wicked person she had been beating in her dreams was actually her dearest senior sister.

She didn't dare to stay here any longer, there was only one thought in her heart.

Find Zhou Han!

I don't know why, she subconsciously felt that as long as she was by Zhou Han's side, she would feel much more at ease.

Yuan Xue ran wildly, and the immortal intent of the Snow Peak Sword Sect stepping on the snow without a trace was not half there, and he only thought about running to Zhou Han first.

But she had only just rushed out two or three steps, and Si Xiang's voice had already echoed in her ears, "You are what I grew up watching, can you still be faster than me?"

Yuan Xue opened her mouth to shout.

Although the cultivators here are almost gone, at least a few people are still shouting for help, maybe there will be a chance!

Si Xiang's cold hand appeared in front of Yuan Xue's eyes, and he wanted to cover her mouth.

Yuan Xue's complexion changed greatly, her feet slipped, and she was scattered when she stepped on the snow without a trace, and the whole person fell towards the oblique back, and her head slammed on the stone mountain next to her, and blood splashed everywhere when she landed.

Si Xiang, who was distracted, failed to catch her.

Yuan Xue didn't even scream out loud, she lost consciousness and fell to the ground, bleeding from the back of her head.

The moment she fell to the ground, something rolled out of her pocket.

It turned out to be a small red fruit, because it had been picked for too long, it had been a little rotten, and under this smash, the face was even more indescribable.

Si Xiang's whole person was stunned, trembling and stretching out his hand, wanting to probe Yuan Xue's snort.

But there was a figure who came to Yuan Xue's side faster than her.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator used all his strength to carry the cloud wandering step, rushing out of his room, his footsteps were like flowing clouds, but he was a step too late after all.

He silently covered Yuan Xue's wound with cold air, preventing too much blood from flowing out, and at the same time fed the last ginseng Zhi rejuvenation pill into Yuan Xue's mouth.

After confirming that Yuan Xue's life was safe, he breathed a sigh of relief and slapped himself hard, half of his cheeks were red, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

He turned around, and the Cold Shadow Sword broke out of its sheath, and the blade of the sword pointed directly at Si Xiang.

"You're going too far. ”