All his breath fell on Shi Mei's ears, he took a step back, clenched his hands a little tighter, and replied coldly, "Don't worry about it." ”

"Do you think I can still live?" Jiang Xueji sneered, she was already a chess piece, so why not die if she fails.

Shi Mei turned around and was about to leave, but Jiang Xueji grabbed him, her voice almost pleading.

She said, "Do you have any wine?"

Shi Mei frowned, Jiang Xueji let go of his hand, and said to herself: "I know where there is wine, but I can't take it anymore." ”

"You can get out of here and live. Shi Mei was helpless in the face of this crazy woman, as long as she left here, she could live a free life, didn't she always look forward to this life.

Jiang Xueji suddenly fell, and the Hundred Ghost Blades were scattered aside. Shi Mei stepped forward to check her pulse, and was shocked to find that her internal organs had been shattered.

"You..." Shi Mei was surprised for a while, and she didn't know what to say, Jiang Xueji tilted her head and spit out a mouthful of blood, and then giggled.

"What are you, this is the path I chose for myself. Jiang Xueji closed her eyes, and Shi Mei looked at her who fell to the ground and calmly accepted death, and was full of emotions for a while.

"Can you take me to the top of the hill across there? I want to see the stars again. Jiang Xueji muttered, as if to herself.

The sky was already dark, Shi Mei looked at the sunset that was about to set, and picked up Jiang Xueji and rushed to the opposite mountain.

There was a big stone on the top of the mountain, and there were weeds next to it, Shi Mei gently placed her on the stone, Jiang Xueji looked at the darkening sky, turned her face sideways and looked up and said, "There is a person who said that I am the most ruthless woman he has ever seen." ”

It was Feng Mancheng who said this, he followed her traces for a long time, but it was not difficult to find, and he could always find traces of her according to blood and human life.

The two men confronted each other on an unknown mountain, a mountain that had just snowed, a thin layer, and their feet left footprints on it.

Even in winter, she was still thinly dressed, and when she was found, she was lying in the snow, watching the snow fall all over the sky.

"It's snowing. She spoke to him like an old friend, and the sword of the wind was pointed at her mercilessly.

"Why?" Feng Mancheng never understood, even if he asked him a thousand times or ten thousand times, he didn't know why, Jiang Xuemei and the old beggar might be one of the few people in the world who would be good to her.

Even so, their corpses were among them, the difference was only that they fell on the walls.

"You can't kill me. She lay motionless in the snow.

"Jiang Xueji, you are the most ruthless woman I have ever seen, there is no one in this world who is as ruthless and hateful as you, do you think you just ended their lives?" Feng Mancheng's eyes were red, and he thought of the delicate, thin and smiling woman, who begged him to save the old beggar at the last moment of her life.

"You're destroying other people's hopes, not just you. ”

"Well, the wind is all over the city. She turned her head, a gaze he knew all the more, almost the same as the old beggar, desperate, and loveless.

"Let's do it. She didn't intend to resist, the handle of the knife was loose, and the snow soaked her hair and clothes.

Feng Mancheng held the sword closer and closer, Jiang Xueji seemed to think of something, stood up, Feng Mancheng pierced her chest with a sword, and the picture scroll that had just been conjured in her hand rolled down on the snow in an instant, slowly stretching out.

It was the finished painting scroll, the snow birch in it was smiling sweetly, blood was splashed on the scroll, Jiang Xueji kept staring at the painting, and muttered: She smiled so happily.

Seeing Xue Hua's portrait, the wind was full of stagnation, and his hatred for Jiang Xueji was a little more.

"Have you found your sister's bones?" Jiang Xueji glanced at him, her familiar face looking at her with only disgust and hatred in her eyes.

She chuckled, "She's inside the walls." ”

Jiang Xuemei was forced into the hollow of the city wall by her, and she was very obedient without any reaction, until the city walls were rebuilt.

She reached out and stroked the old beggar's stiff face, and whispered softly in his ear: "Old beggar, I'm leaving, thank you for coming to see me off." ”

He withdrew his sword, "The old beggar, Jiang Xuemei, and Yulin City all started because of me, and I should atone for my sins." ”

"The rest of your life will be spent in remorse, it doesn't matter if you don't have remorse, what awaits you will be endless darkness and torment. ”

Feng Mancheng stood in the snow with his sword in his hand, glancing at her, Jiang Xueji's heart was cold, and she felt an unprecedented crisis, the person in front of her was not as simple as she thought, and he would bring her more than just death.

Jiang Xueji clenched her fists, the hundred ghost blades were firmly held in the palm of her hand, her fingertips were red from the cold, and the chill conveyed was less than one-ten-thousandth of that of the wind in the city.

It turns out that he hates me so much, and that hatred is more profound than killing him. Jiang Xueji couldn't understand, Feng Mancheng was also in remorse, this pain was even more torturous than killing him, he witnessed the happiness of the old beggar and Xue Hua.

Witnessing Xue Hua withering in front of him for the old beggar, the begging and attachment in her eyes were moving, she didn't even say a good word to him, nor did she see his last face, and the old beggar didn't see Xue Hua's last face, they all died in front of the wind full city, if it weren't for him, maybe they could be together and grow old.

Feng Mancheng knelt on the ground and promised that he would take good care of the old beggar, watch him cultivate and become an immortal, and would not let the old beggar die in front of him again.

Another disappointment is not only remorse, but a repeated collapse of tearing his heart in the middle of the night, Feng Mancheng suddenly truly understood what he said, earthly things, not I can change it alone.

His swordsmanship moves are single, sonorous and powerful, each sword easily changes the direction of the snowflakes flying, Jiang Xueji was hit by several swords, and the blood did not stop.

Not enough, not enough. Feng Mancheng's last sword stabbed her eyes, Jiang Xueji knelt on the snow and screamed in pain, blood and tears flowing down her eyes.

She knelt on the ground, the broken blade in her hand clenched, her fingers touching the cold snow, which was red, dazzling and embarrassing.

Feng Mancheng took Jiang Xueji back to Yulin City, the smell of blood in the city was so strong that even after a long time, he could still feel the gloom and coldness of the whole city, it was the sound of crying in secret, and the wind blew like a ghostly howl.

"What are you bringing me here for?" Jiang Xueji panicked.

Feng Mancheng sneered, it turned out that she would also be afraid, "Of course it's to get back what you forgot." ”

Jiang Xueji's face burned for a while, this pain was familiar to her, and the same place on her face appeared again, Jiang Xueji suddenly smiled.

Laughing so much that blood and tears flowed from her laughter, she said, "I should have burned this place in the first place." ”