The sword stabbed accurately.

At the center of the mouth, as long as the heart is not deviated, it is basically certain to die.

It just so happened that Mo Qingshan's heart was upright.

So, he was dead.

"Mo Qingshan, you finally died at my hands!"

Huang Qianqian laughed, laughed, and then cried.

"Dad, mother, sister, brother-in-law, little brother, haha, I finally avenged you!"

Mo Qingshan didn't die immediately.

To put it scientifically to explain, even if he lacks cardiac hematopoietic function for a short time, the energy originally contained in his body is enough for him to support him for a period of time, not to mention the pseudo-scientific stuff of internal strength.

As a grandmaster-level martial artist, he has profound internal skills and can turn into a three-foot outward, so there are still cards that die a little later.

He glanced down at the long sword piercing his chest, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes gentle, and he reached out to gently caress Huang Qianqian's face.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. ”

"I thought you were dead that day, I couldn't save you, I really couldn't help it!"

"The wound must be painful here, right?"

At this moment, he showed the fragility of a child.

"Don't pretend, Mo Qingshan!"

Huang Qianqian opened Mo Qingshan's hand, and with more force in his hand, the sword penetrated his chest and stabbed out from behind.

"Do you think that saying sorry will make amend your sins, and what do you need to do with your sword if sorry is useful?"

"Mo Qingshan, your death is the greatest atonement for me!"

Huang Qianqian said hatefully.

"I deserve to die, more than twenty years ago, I deserve to die. ”

Mo Qingshan recalled:

"If I really died that day, I wouldn't have met you, you are still the eldest lady of the Huang family, you will grow up happily, get married, have a husband and children, and you will live a very happy life. ”

"Say no more!"

Huang Qianqian pulled out his long sword vigorously, and black-red blood splattered out, and the poison on his body had already penetrated his heart.

"Ahem......"

Mo Qingshan coughed weakly twice, and sat directly on the ground, he was covered in bruises at the moment.

From the first seven nights' sneak attack, to the bloody hole that caused a sword qi to explode with a false shot, and then to this fatal sword.

Even if he is an iron man, he has become full of holes.

What's more, Mo Qingshan is still a flesh-and-blood person.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die, so would you like to hear the truth about that year?"

Mo Qingshan said almost pleadingly.

"But I don't want to hear it!"

Huang Qianqian's hand was lucky, and he was about to slap it with one palm to end Mo Qingshan's last breath.

Suddenly, a slender palm stretched out and stopped her just right.

"No, you want to hear it!"

Jiang Ping smiled confidently, with one hand behind his back, the big hole in the clothes on his chest was not repaired, revealing the white underwear inside, and the torn clothes on both sides were like two cute pig ears, facing the noisy wind at night, making a loud noise.

In short, it seems high and unfathomable.

"Who are you?"

"When did Yeyulou also start meddling in the employer's affairs?"

Huang Qianqian said very politely, she recognized Jiang Ping's black uniform.

Jiang Ping was not happy when he heard it, coughed lightly, and said:

"Do you think Yeyulou deserves to accept someone as handsome as me as his killer?"

Huang Qianqian shook her head:

"No, you're so shameless, you don't look like a killer. ”

"Who the hell are you?"

"Just a spectator who wants to hear the truth. ”

Jiang Ping said.

At the same time, a task prompt flashed across the panel in front of him.

[Mission: The Truth Behind the Scenes]

[Task description: Behind every mature uncle there is an unbearable past, what makes him mature, the responsibility on his shoulders or the guilt in his heart?

Please let Mo Qingshan tell the truth of the year, and get a reward according to the completion of the task. 】

[PS: Time is limited, and Mo Qingshan's health is dropping rapidly. 】

[Reward: Mo Qingshan's deathbed gratitude, XP*1,0000, Sword Move: Qingyun One Sword]

Maybe it was Mo Qingshan's obsession that generated a task.

In short, if you don't do this kind of cheap task, it will be thundered by the sky.

Let's see, who's left now.

For seven nights with a lot of air intake and no air out, the combat effectiveness is basically zero.

A little old man who still has residual poison in his body and has been hit hard, his own cheap old father-in-law, and his combat effectiveness tends to be zero.

A woman who seems to have intermittent mania has a combat power count of five, which is just enough for a knife.

In the end, it is the uncle in charge who is preparing his last words, and his combat effectiveness has become negative.

If this can't control the whole audience, Jiang Ping feels that he probably won't have to mess around in the future.

"Master Mo, please say, I promise she will be able to listen. ”

Jiang Ping said with a smile.

At the same time, as a nine-rank martial artist, his momentum was vigorous, intimidating the audience.

Just ask, is there one who can fight?!

Huang Qianqian turned her head and seemed unwilling to cooperate, but after all, she did not continue to attack Mo Qingshan.

Mo Qingshan nodded at Jiang Ping:

"Thank you!"

You're welcome, just give enough experience.

Jiang Ping also smiled and nodded.

This kind of scene of being responsible for picking up people's heads at the end, how many come and how much, I'm not tired.

"About 30 years ago......"

“...... In this way, I left Qingyun Mountain angrily and wanted to create a piece of the world. ”

“...... In those years, I ran errands in restaurants, watched the doors of flower shops, recruited customers on the streets, and partnered with beggars in the beggar's nest when I was most depressed.

But I lived a frank and fair life, and to be honest, it was the happiest time for me. ”

Mo Qingshan talked about the past that he had never said in front of people.

"You've suffered. ”

Cheng Qianshan on the side was a little distressed.

He only knew that his junior brother left the mountain, and when he came back, he was dressed in fresh clothes and angry horses, and the beauty was on the side, so he was not romantic, but he never thought that the junior brother had such a miserable life after coming down the mountain.

Mo Qingshan continued, but his tone became weaker: "Until that year, the third year after I left Qingyun, I passed by Yanshan and met the Yanshan Eight Thieves.

I thought that my life would be over, but I never thought that the old five poisonous ladies among the eight thieves fell in love with me and accepted me as a guest of the scene.

For the sake of this little life, in order to be able to go back to Qingyun again, I chose to compromise.

Now it seems that if he had died there with a bang that day, even if the corpse was buried in the wilderness, not so many things would have happened.

Ahem...... Poof......"

Mo Qingshan coughed a few more times, spit out a mouthful of fishy blood, and hit the ground, which was a stinging and stinging, corroding a small black pit.

His head was lowered, and his voice was inaudible.

“......”

Feed!

Big brother, you haven't gotten to the point yet!

Jiang Ping looked at the fact that the progress of the task was less than five percent, and he knew that this matter was by no means simple, but looking at Mo Qingshan's appearance, he couldn't hold on for too long.