Tick.

Tick.

Wei Dingshan's thin palms were stained with blood, and the crimson color slid across his fingertips and dripped to the ground. It is true that this blood is not Wei Dingshan's, and he will not feel the slightest feeling about it.

He looked coldly at Xun Wushuang who fell to the ground, without words or any next move, just letting the blood drip quietly, as if he was saying goodbye to this apprentice who had been with him for many years.

It's just that Wei Dingshan couldn't hear the sound of blood dripping.

But in Xun Wushuang's ears, there was silence and only the sound of blood dripping and life disappearing.

She always felt that this voice was very familiar, she always felt that she had heard it a long time ago, and this feeling became clearer and clearer as her body became colder and colder.

It wasn't until the moment when the remnants of blood on the horizon were completely covered that she finally remembered.

Thirteen years ago, she was only three years old and didn't remember much. I only remember that my father Xun Wuya left home that year, and since then there has been no tall and majestic figure in the family.

Another year of heavy snow annihilated the autumn wind, it has been two years since my father left home, and Xun Wushuang has gradually become sensible. In the past two years, some rumors about my father have always been heard in the village and township, and it is said that my father has made a lot of fame outside with a pair of double swords. However, Xun Wushuang was not interested in most of these rumors, in addition to secretly fiddling with some fat pink makeup, her favorite thing to do was to lie on the windowsill with her head on her hands and watch her brother practice swords.

Xun Wushuang remembered that his brother made a delicate and good-looking peachwood sword, and he couldn't put it down. And although Xun Wushuang has never been interested in those swords, guns and sticks, he only prefers this peachwood sword, so he often steals it to play with it, and even asks his brother for it. Unexpectedly, her brother, who has always been obedient to her, refused to live or die, claiming that "only this is not enough, everything else can be given to you".

Hearing this, Xun Wushuang grimaced and scolded him for being a "stingy ghost".

In his spare time, Xun Wushuang would be coquettish with his mother and chat with her. Although Xun Wushuang has no impression of a father, his kind mother always takes the trouble to tell the story of his father and says that he is a hero.

Xun Wushuang was very puzzled, so he puffed out his cheeks and retorted angrily: "Is a man who abandons his wife and young a hero also a hero?"

The mother was stunned at first when she heard this, Xun Wushuang stared at the big black eyes and saw that her mother's face turned from sunny to cloudy, knowing that the situation was wrong, she hurriedly lowered her head and apologized to her mother, but the other party was not angry. The mother's expression darkened for a moment, then she put on a warm smile again, touched her head and whispered, "I don't blame you."

"When you grow up, you'll understand

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Xun Wushuang raised his head again, stared at his mother, and felt that her smile didn't seem to be fake, so he also laughed.

"Mother, when I grow up, do I want to marry like you?"

"Yes. Mother laughed.

"Then I'm going to marry a hero who is more powerful than my father!" Xun Wushuang sat on his mother's lap and said coquettishly.

When my mother heard this, she quipped, "Then your husband will not be easy to find in the future, right?"

Xun Wushuang raised his small fist in protest.

"I think my brother is more powerful than my father, I will marry him in the future!"

Then, my mother laughed even harder, pinching her pink smiling face and laughing non-stop.

Xun Wushuang looked confused, wondering why his mother was laughing.

But the mother just laughed and didn't answer.

However, the good times were short-lived.

When the gang arrived, it was the beginning of the nightmare.

Xun Wushuang witnessed his mother die under the blade, and finally couldn't suppress the fear in his heart and cried out.

The gang of thieves immediately turned their gaze to the two brothers and sisters, and Xun Yuzhan also stepped forward at this time.

At that time, Xun Wushuang only knew how to cry, she knew that her brother was very powerful, and his swordsmanship far surpassed that of his peers, but after all, he was only ten years old, and he was facing three strong men who were extremely vicious and vicious.

Xun Wushuang wanted to open his mouth to dissuade him, but found that he couldn't say anything except crying as if he had lost his voice, and he wanted to pull his brother's sleeve, but he was also trembling all over. In the end, he watched Xun Yuzhan carry the peachwood sword and rushed forward.

She couldn't remember what happened later, but at this moment, the picture that had disappeared from her memory suddenly reappeared.

"I—I remembered......"

Tears suddenly blurred Xun Wushuang's vision.

This girl, who had experienced so many things before, even if she was slapped through her body by Wei Dingshan, had endured not a single tear, but at this time, she burst into tears.

She hissed in her throat, which was almost speechless: "Original, original, that day, I, I have ......"

That day, Xun Yuzhan knocked down three thieves, but in the end, he was young and immature, and only killed two of them, and one of them, avoiding Xun Yuzhan's ears and eyes, took advantage of his distraction, and touched Xun Wushuang's side.

By the time Xun Yuzhan found it again, it was already too late.

Unable to bear the humiliation of being defeated by a small wooden sword, the thief, full of resentment, poured out all his anger on the head of the little girl in front of him, who had no power to resist, and stabbed her young body with a sword.

After that, he was broken into thousands of pieces by Xun Yuzhan, who was already crazy.

And then ......

Tick.

Tick.

The blood is still flowing.

Just like then, Xun Wushuang could only hear the sound of blood dripping, and only remembered a vague figure, only seeing a faint waning moon. What she had done and said when she was struggling, and what kind of expression Xun Yuzhan had was all blank.

"It turns out that I am already dead......"

"I'm already dead......"

The tears finally broke the embankment.

She remembered many of her youthful memories, her mother, her father, her father, who was almost a stranger, her former brother, the brother who was crazy about swords, and...... After that, Xun Yuzhan who became so cowardly.

"Why...... I'm ...... They're all dead......"

Xun Wushuang exerted his last bit of strength, trembling, and slowly stretched out his hand to the jade jue that was still floating in mid-air.

The ghostly light flickered suddenly, as if it was responding to her, and as if it was also staring at her.

"You ......"

Xun Wushuang stretched out his hand desperately, but the light was always out of reach.

"Can you tell me the answer?"

With the last incomprehensible question in his heart, Xun Wushuang closed his eyes weakly, and the outstretched hand also hung down heavily.

In front of you, return to endless darkness.

At the same time, above the middle pavilion, Xun Yuzhan, who was already desperate, rushed back to his room like crazy in the fire, rummaging through the cabinets, as if he was looking for something. It wasn't until the unpretentious wooden box appeared in front of him as if it had sensed that he stopped what he was doing, stared at it with a blank look, and forgot everything around him.

And the wooden sword box that was otherwise fine was intact in this fire.

Xun Yuzhan opened the box with trembling hands, and slowly and solemnly took out the pair of dusty double swords in the box as if he was greeting something.

He bit his lips and studied them carefully, and before he knew it, he was already in tears.