In Feng Qianmo's arms, the leaf that had long since withered and yellowed finally completed its last mission, even if it was the last remaining sword intent, it was still easy to cut a Star Peer Realm monk holding a spiritual weapon in half.

It is impossible for this leaf to last forever, and most of the sword intent in it was extracted and refined by Feng Qianmo, and it was turned into dust after this blow.

Feng Qianmo didn't feel so sad because the thing he wanted to entrust completely dissipated, in his opinion, that thought just turned into thousands of sword qi in his body. Whenever he fights with others, the sword intent that wanders away is a thought, a thought that completely becomes one with him.

Return Master and Shuiyin to a better Jianghu - there is another half of meaning in life, which is worth picking up by young people in green shirts.

The tip of the sword pointed at Feng Moyu, and the sword intent that Feng Qianmo kept warm with blood from time to time became even more powerful, as if it was about to make a blood flower bloom on the neck of the young woman who was still paralyzed on the ground and couldn't get up.

The medicinal power on Feng Moyu's body was gradually fading, but she didn't deliberately resist anymore. Looking around, blood flowed sideways, and Feng Moyu closed his eyes, waiting for death with peace of mind.

This was the only time in her life that she gave up resisting, and perhaps, it would be the last. Because, she may not see the sun tomorrow.

The wooden sword slashed, pressing inch by inch towards the center of Feng Moyu's eyebrows.

The hands of the green-shirted swordsman trembled more and more, and for a long time, the center of the woman's eyebrows was finally cut by the sword qi, and a little blood flowed out. But Feng Qianmo's sword can no longer advance the slightest.

"I let you go, can you turn back?" his voice trembled.

Feng Moyu opened his eyes and smiled, but his words were chilling:

"So, can you let go of your other half?"

didn't give Feng Qianmo a chance to answer, Feng Moyu asked himself and shook his head:

"If you can't put it down, I can't let it go either. My life is not my own, and I am not qualified to give it to you. ”

Feng Qianmo raised his head and closed his eyes, trembling all over: "Why don't you just refuse to turn back?!"

"You still can't stab. Feng Mo Yu dodged, and a hand knife slashed at Feng Qianmo's neck, and the wooden sword channeled the spiritual protector, at such a close distance, it also pierced Feng Mo Yu's shoulder in an instant.

Feng Moyu imprisoned the wooden sword in his body with a little spiritual power that he had finally recovered, and then didn't look at the wooden sword and bloody wounds that penetrated his body at all, and held Feng Qianmo, who was already a candle in the wind and only had a little spiritual power left.

was stunned by a hand knife, although he was still frowning in his arms, he seemed to be a little relieved at the last moment of soberness.

Feng Moyu gently combed the hair on Feng Qianmo's forehead, so that he could see the face that was not very outstanding, but it was extremely attractive.

She kissed him softly, gently, on the forehead, the corners of her mouth playfully hooked, but her eyes were full of sadness. As if calling the dumb goose brother in front of her for the first time, Feng Moyu lowered her voice and told her last thoughts.

Thorn didn't think about killing Feng Qianmo, never, Thorn just wanted the two of them to walk on the same path. The selfishness of this farce just wants to see how much weight there is in Feng Qianmo's heart without the thorn of the identity of "Feng Moyu".

Feng Qianmo, you remember to me that you are the first man you like, the first man you like, and definitely the last man you like. In turn, it must be the same, or my soul will never let you go!

Feng Qianmo, I'm sorry for not being Feng Qianmo's sister, but I'm also very happy.

Feng Qianmo, Thorn won't owe you more, as for the name Feng Moyu, it's very good, Thorn is willing to ask for it.

Thorn is alive, and perhaps as you say, it means that the real Wind Foam Feather is dead. Well, all this that the thorn has robbed is an ownerless thing. Thorns are not good people and will not be returned.

So, Feng Qianmo, the Feng Moyu who was under house arrest by your side and tried to spoil and wanted to change it, really likes you so much, not my sister's kind of like. You must not like anyone else anymore.

A petite figure picked up the young man in the green shirt by the waist, and the cold wind in the setting sun raised her long hair. Wearing that curtain fence, the wind foam feathers rose and fell a few times, and disappeared into the red glow in the sky.

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The next morning, a figure slowly appeared on the periphery of the ancient mansion.

This place has been blocked by the Cultivator's Mansion in Qishan County, and the officials of the Cultivator's Mansion inside and out are inside. Qixian was relaxed, because now that the dishes that came to the county overnight from the National Teacher's Mansion were basically all dead in this house, there was nothing to lose.

Of course, she didn't worry about her own safety at all, not to mention whether the cultivator's mansion in a county town could really find out something, even if she really found out the clues, she would first go to find the pair of brothers and sisters who disappeared. In the whole thing, Qixian herself has always stayed out of the matter.

Of course, the development of things is not under her control, and her bystanders are really just bystanders. After all, Qi Xian is just a mortal.

Before this trip, Qixian had three choices.

The first one stimulated Feng Moyu to kill Feng Qianmo directly. Of course, this choice is very unlikely, and she understood it from the moment she saw Feng Moyu in the teahouse. The National Teacher's Mansion has long been instructed, and this choice is not hopeful.

The second is to use the wind foam feather to break the wind Qianmo Dao heart. Regarding this matter, Qixian was told a lot of inside information before leaving, but it didn't happen in the end. Of course, if I have to say, the current situation, although it is different from the plan, is closer to the second scenario. Now what Feng Qianmo's heart is, Qi Xian is unknown.

Neither of these two needs Qixian to come forward, nor is it quite like what a butterfly charm should do. Therefore, as soon as Qixian arrived in Qishan County, he was ready to appear directly to see Feng Qianmo, who made the national teacher himself always remember. At the beginning, Qixian was more inclined to the third choice - to use the means of butterfly charm to persuade Feng Qianmo to surrender, or, to use himself as bait to spoil Feng Qianmo's Dao heart.

The third option is that you don't need Feng Moyu. But it couldn't get around the wind foam feathers, and after the branches, it became today's situation. It's not bad, and it's definitely not good.

But there is one thing, Qixian is clear -

The butterfly charm can accept the amorous Gu, and the assassin is a ruthless pill.

Feng Qianmo Gongzi, who hasn't met yet, you won't know how difficult it is for you to protect your sister...... The enemy you face directly is the only astrologer of the dynasty, the founding national teacher, Situ Qiu......

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National Teacher's Mansion, Stargazing Pool. The two starlights were entangled together, becoming more and more chaotic.

By the stargazing pool, the old man was on a ghost-headed cane, frowning. After a moment, his brow furrowed, as if he recognized the connection that was entwined.

"Marriage line, some meanings ......"

On the ghost's staff, the black mist surged, and little by little it swirled into the relationship between the two.

Astrologers can't take their own destiny? Astrologers can't go against the will of heaven and disrupt the destiny of the stars? That's you stupid astrologers! What is the use of stargazing and doing nothing?

The old man stared at the two magnets in the stargazing pool.

"You two little guys, it's getting more and more interesting......"

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In the morning sun the next day, a young woman traveled overnight and finally arrived at the center of power that was like a palace in the northern part of the town.

Standing in front of you is going to be deeply stressed, Zhenbei Wangfu.

Feng Moyu hurried overnight, just seeking the fastest speed, even if his spiritual power recovered later, he always let himself walk at a speed beyond his own load, and almost did not stop.

A wooden sword on his chest was never drawn, because the wound had not scabbed over all night on the road, and blood was still oozing. After a night of travel, coupled with excessive blood loss, Feng Moyu's face had become like a blank sheet of paper.

In her arms, there was a man in a green shirt who was always asleep.

His lips were chapped, Feng Moyu looked down at the man in his arms, and because he couldn't spare his hand to touch his head, he simply pressed his forehead affectionately against his forehead.

Since he was a child, he has only had the bloody wind and the feathers of the wind and rain, and for the first time in his eyes, he was so pure that he only had a hundred turns of tenderness.

"It's here, it's your house. ”

Her voice was a little hoarse, and she didn't have so many feelings, but it seemed that the whole world couldn't read feelings.

Step by step, she got here, her heart was slowly falling, and the strength on her body was getting less and less. Gradually, she also lost the heart to suppress the peachwood sword, which was only a little away from her heart, and let the sword qi swim in her body, indiscriminately impacting the key in her body.

Finally, it was a blood mark step by step, and the girl's appearance was a little scary, and there were more and more onlookers on the side. The girl ignored it, and at first she could hear a noisy chatter, but then only tinnitus. Her eyes became more and more dim, as if the sky was shaking, everyone's faces were blurred and disappeared, she only stared at the palace in the distance, and instinctively moved forward step by step.

The previous things poured into my heart one by one like a marquee: the intrigue between the two, the life-and-death pursuit, the back of him blocking in front of him in the small restaurant in Qiushui Town, the first "brother" when escaping, doing odd jobs in small towns where she can't remember her name now, eating delicious food, being a dart master together in Zisha County, and eating the hot chaos on the street together in Qishan County......

Before the double stone lion, the girl no longer had any strength, and with a flower in front of her, her knees fell to her knees, and a lot of blood splashed on her chest. But she still held Feng Qianmo, and with her last strength, she gently put him on the ground.

She leaned down and said her final goodbyes. That's what she'd wanted to do for a long time, a gentle, gentle kiss. Her lips pressed to his, and everything that had been before, as if it had lost its meaning. She felt that this kiss was the craziest thing Feng Moyu had ever done.

"Goodbye, Feng Qianmo of Zhenbei Wangfu.

If you can't make offerings in the future, I'll save you in vain. ”

She lowered her head, looked at the wooden sword on her chest, and with a light press, the wooden sword instantly broke free from her chest, and a stream of blood gushed out at the door of the Zhenbei Palace, shining under the morning sun.